Chapter 389: Chapter 312 The End
The envoys from the Fadlan region watched the ceremony intently, their expressions particularly solemn—this was all part of Cassius’s plan.
He deliberately built the altar in the shape of the “Sun God Pyramid” and bestowed grace here to make them think of the “Ascension Ritual” that took place one hundred and fifty years ago.
Originally, he was going to perform the Bloodline Gift, but now he replaced it with the more significant Imperial Grace
The people in the venue raised their heads, gazing at the sky bright as daylight, watching the brilliant flowing flas.
“Is this His Majesty’s power?”
“It’s practically a miracle…”
“So beautiful.”
On the majestic altar, a wave of powerful Dragon’s Aura Field suddenly erupted, drawing everyone’s attention.
Even Cassius, high above, looked down, focusing on the altar’s summit.
“Is this…”
“Legendary Level life essence.”
Wreathing white smoke slowly dispersed, a massive black silhouette appeared on the altar.
The Dragon Vein Ogre stood nearly ten ters tall, its mountains of flesh covered in scarlet scales, with several short, thick horns on its head, even disproportionate fleshy wings had grown from its back.
The Ancestral Dragon’s bloodline had surpassed that of the ogre, at this mont, Rump was more like an obese Red Dragon than an ogre.
His life essence had broken through the bounds of mortal beings, reaching the Legendary Level.
As the mage level increased, combining spells with an overwhelming physique, Rump’s power would beco even more terrifying.
In Cassius’s vision, Great Sage-Rump had reached a fearso Challenge Level of 17, and his suffix also added a new term—Legendary Creature
“This Imperial Grace is indeed effective, finally, there’s a Legendary Level retainer.”
Cassius’s face imdiately showed joy.
He then turned to the other two dukes. zulash was approaching the Legendary Level, while Dolores was slightly behind.
“Master, thank you for your grace.”
Rump crawled on the altar, his ugly face barely containing extre excitent.
“Your Majesty!”
“This… such powerful strength.”
“Is this the Dragonblood Nobility?”
Most of the Dragonblood Nobility who had received the grace awoke from unconsciousness; feeling the surging power within them, they knelt uniformly towards the Red Dragon.
Invisible soul bonds appeared between them and the emperor, making their submission seem so natural.
“Roar—”
Cassius let out a low roar, first circling in the sky, then landing with a boom at the altar’s peak, finally spreading his broad wings.
The surrounding sky darkened again, but flas still lingered in the air, the Red Dragon stood against the light, his massive silhouette outlined with a shining edge.
“Long live the Empire!”
“Long live His Majesty Cassius!”
A shout suddenly erged from the crowd.
Imdiately, like an infection, the soldiers on watch cheered, the onlooking citizens cheered, and the Starfallen also cheered.
However, among the crowded and fervent masses, there were quite a few different presences.
“Deity, Ascension Ritual…”
“I must report back to His Majesty Wilhelm! This Empire is very dangerous, far beyond so in the kingdom’s imagination!”
Dayev gazed at the Red Dragon on the altar, his expression extrely solemn.
With horror, he discovered that even he himself—a bard from the Thrace Kingdom, a confidant of His Majesty Wilhelm—had almost succumbed to the fervent atmosphere, shouting that “long live the Empire” slogan.
“The Harpists want to overthrow such a nation with rebellion… how is that even possible?”
“Abir, forgive , maybe I am just rectifying so destined-to-fail mistakes.”
Richard scanned the feverish faces around him, pulling his hood lower, and disappeared back into the crowd, vanishing without a trace.
The envoy from the Kingdom of Cassandra—Favaro Gregory—was deep in thought, recording sothing with a feather pen on a scroll.
“Your Majesty, I believe the Ashen Empire might beco an important ally in defeating the Thrace Kingdom.”
“It is stronger than we imagined.”
The cheers of the people were like waves, surging across the wilderness, wave upon wave.
Tens of thousands of people heightened the atmosphere to its peak, their fervent slogans of “Long live the Empire” “Long live His Majesty Cassius” echoing across the Anzeta Great Wilderness.
Cassius stood at the altar’s summit, overlooking the agitated crowd below, nodding slightly.
“Long live the Empire?”
“No, that is rely a vision of mortals, for dragons, ten thousand years is not an unreachable goal.”
“What I need is… eternity.”
The Red Dragon raised his head to the sky, thinking to himself.
…
“I will never forget that coronation ceremony, and the feeling of being drawn in and almost paralyzed in enchantnt.”
“Since then, a certain unspeakable premonition took root in my heart—perhaps this Empire will achieve grander feats than the Holy Fadlan.”
—moir by Dayev Nelson
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On the night of March 2, 1786, in the Third Era, in Isdalia, the coronation ceremony ca to an end.
Historical records state:
The Red Dragon was crowned, and the Ashen Empire was established.
The news of this world-renowned event spread throughout the Fianso Continent within a few days, even shaking the entire Pri Material Plane.
The Ashen Empire demonstrated formidable military strength and developed a unique military system unlike any other nation.
The Five-Colored Dragon Queen Tiamat and the Platinum Dragon King Bahamut both projected themselves, personally witnessing the coronation of the King of Ashen.
The Red Dragon bestowed grace upon his retainers, holding a ceremony similar to the “Ascension Ritual,” creating several Legendary strong individuals.
The news spread one after another.
As expected by the Empire’s higher-ups—the personal witnessing by two deities, grace similar to the Sun God’s Ascension Ritual, gave the Southern forces a huge shock, and also made the na Ashen Empire resonate throughout the Fianso Continent.
This was also one of Cassius’s objectives.
It was easy to foresee that after this coronation ceremony, the Empire would have greater influence and beco pivotal on the Fianso Continent.
Cassius also beca more renowned.
People seed to notice: the relationship between this Red Dragon and Tiamat was not as close as rumored, with even considerable tension.
And Cassius’s distinctive, fierce appearance, Primordial Dragon level large physique, and a personality not as savage and brutal as typical Red Dragons, sparked great interest among dragon scholars.
Thus, under the unceasing research of dragon scholars, the title “Dragon Prince” was completely abolished, replaced by the more representative title “Crimson Emperor.”
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“The ‘Crimson Emperor’ rose like a teor, yet did not fall like a cot.”
—Dragon scholar, Ganser
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