Chapter 644: Chapter 69: God of the Mortal World (6k ga Chapter) Chapter 644: Chapter 69: God of the Mortal World (6k ga Chapter) Ashen Empire, Anstika Region, the summit of Dragon Blood Mountain.
The air was still thick with sulfurous smoke, the intense heat causing the air to warp, while twinkling sparks and ashes danced midair.
Atop the cliff resembling a ferocious dragon head, a grand palace carved from solidified lava rose from the ground.
This place is the residence of the supre ruler of the Ashen Empire, the shared master of the Dragonblood Nobility—Cassius Klaubow Noriccius.
If divine beings or high-ranking spellcasters were present, they would be astonished to find millions of pure threads of faith converging here, entangled like the roots of the World Tree.
Such dense power of faith would not pale even when compared to the true divine gods.
In the tales spread by Imperial People, the status of the Ashen Emperor has long surpassed that of a re “ruler”, becoming akin to a terrestrial deity.
The newly forged Dragon Blood Mountain, by the Ashen Emperor himself, the highest peak of Anzeta, has also been bestowed with the moniker “Holy Mountain” by the Imperial People.
Every morning, pious citizens bow three tis toward Dragon Blood Mountain, murmur “Cassius’s Hymn”, to demonstrate their loyalty to His Majesty.
Even those often hectic Starfallen frequently bow in the direction of Dragon Blood Mountain, so offer their tributes to the Dragon Oath Sanctuary, and there are even those who prostrate until their heads bleed.
However, they often mutter incomprehensible phrases like “May His Majesty bless my rchandise” and “Inhale the dragon’s essence”.
Thankfully, Imperial People have long since grown accustod to the quirks of these Starfallen, finding their actions unsurprising, no matter what they do.
Even if a Starfallen were to strip naked and streak on the spot, people would only glance up briefly before returning to their own business—soon, the security team would escort them away.
…
Inside the palace, the massive Red Dragon stretched over forty ters, its wings tight against its sides, exhaling a breath of sulfuric gunpowder smoke, while its robust tail gently swayed.
Cassius lowered his head to gaze at the droplet of blood refined by the silvery-white flas and couldn’t help but let out a satisfying, light howl.
“This steady gain in strength… truly magnificent.”
As the blood was swallowed, a warm glow surged in the core vessels, making Cassius feel a warmth cascading from his throat, spreading to the tips of his tail and wings.
For the Red Dragon now, even magma was but ordinary bathwater, and the wild fires of Purgatory re toys between his claws.
Thus, the things that could make Cassius “feel hot” were surely scarce throughout the Material Plane, a testant to the terrifying heat of the Ancestral Dragon Blood.
Were ordinary objects to co near this blood, they would spontaneously combust before even touching it, or even vaporize on the spot.
“Hoo—”
Accompanying Cassius’s prolonged exhale, a scorching wind swept the mountaintop, warping the very sky.
The forty-ter dragon body shivered slightly, its form undulating slowly with each breath, seeming to expand visibly to the naked eye.
[Ancestral Dragon Blood Concentration 0.001%]
Reveling in the power filling his body, Cassius’s lips curled upwards. He slowly rose from the ground, shook his wings a bit, then turned his head to gaze at the side wall of the palace.
—On that rocky wall, there was a gigantic map, nearly two ters long, fashioned from the hide of a multi-headed Fla Snake Lizard, a prized tribute from the Fire Elental Plane’s colony.
This map depicted the entirety of Fianso Continent with detailed indications of various powers, even portraying such Different Planes as Heavenly Mountain, the Nine Layers of Hell, the Abyss, and the Screaming Empty Tunnels.
Across the map’s surface, spell points hovered in various places, storing up to millions of crucial pieces of information, all of which were recomndations and strategies provided by the Empire’s think tank.
As Ramp claid, they only wished to contribute a modest strength to the Red Dragon’s “grand blueprint”, to see the Empire’s conquest and expansion progress steadily.
Wherever Cassius’s gaze fell, those text-storing points burst open, displaying dense clusters of text that almost dazzled his eyes.
“Thrace Kingdom’s Conquest Strategy”
“Serinia Intervention Guide”
“Occupation of Victoria Port”
“High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom Annexation Plan”
…
Staring at the map covered by the vast array of plans, Cassius shook his head, marveling:
“Tsk tsk, what they call a grand blueprint was but a whimsical drawing of mine back in the day, and these retainers have actually made it real.
They’ve certainly saved a lot of effort, it’s just…”
Cassius extended his massive claw, pressing it atop the upper part of the map.
Instantly, the northern part of the continent, including the Thrace Kingdom, the High Mountain Dwarven Kingdom, and the Free Trade Federation, among many other powers, was engulfed by his enormous claw.
Looking at the panel on [Knowledge (Future)] proficiencies, Cassius’s lips curled again, whispering: “They can’t see into the future.”
As a forr “Erezer” veteran player, Cassius was well-versed in the major events of the Kings’ Strife—such as the war between the Orcs and Dwarves, the coup in Serinia, the Heart Snatching Demon invasion in Victoria Port…
And these were only the tip of the iceberg; the continent’s shadows hid endless strife and entanglent.
The once Cassius did not have the confidence to secure a foothold in Fianso, but now, after years of laying dormant and developing, he has beco the Emperor presiding over a vast empire.
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