Chapter 982: Chapter 237 Hell Core
After Zarriel’s death and the retreat of the Hell Legion, the Ashen Empire’s forces quickly occupied August City. Soldiers wielding rifles marched in neat formations down the streets.
“Lay down your weapons, cease futile resistance. The Imperial Army targets the ringleaders, ordinary soldiers are not involved!” The synthesized voice echoed throughout the city.
Clusters of airships docked in the skies above the city, casting gigantic shadows that enveloped countless buildings beneath them. Steam tanks rolled over the streets, spewing hot white smoke from their whistles with engines roaring incessantly.
The towering armor walked slowly, each step causing the ground to tremble, attracting fearful yet curious gazes from nurous Thrace people.
Soon, important buildings like the Sun Palace, Eternal Sun God Tower, and Thrace Treasure Vault were occupied by Imperial Soldiers. After nurous wars, they were already adept at this process.
During this period, the Imperial Army t almost no resistance from the Thrace people.
Only Wilhelm’s confidants—those Thrace Nobles who had signed contracts with the Devil still resisted stubbornly.
The Thrace Earl, bound by heavy iron chains, transford into a devil, spewing raging hellfire from his mouth with a furious roar.
“Mortals, Hell shall ultimately descend!”
“Your souls will beco nourishnt for Aphernas!”
“Zarriel was crushed to death by His Majesty, and here you are, still spouting nonsense, fire at will!” The Half-Dragon officer swung his saber, his words full of disdain.
Special bullets, carrying faint Holy Light, poured down like rain, riddling the Thrace Nobles transford into devils.
Molten blood splattered everywhere, burning tiny pits into the ground.
Soon, the Thrace Nobles were ruthlessly slain by the Imperial army. Bullet-riddled corpses were dragged from those luxurious mansions, blood gushed down the streets, and the pungent sll of blood perated the city.
“Is that Count Mankondo? I didn’t expect he would also make a pact with the Devil…”
“Yeah, you never truly know soone. He was a renowned philanthropist, yet sought eternal life with hell’s power.”
“These Thrace Nobles deserve to die! My sister was taken away by them and has been missing for months!”
People hid inside their hos, peeking outside at the Imperial army through windows, their faces full of varied expressions—concerned, fearful, yet tinged with curiosity.
They were worried because the Ashen Empire had long been synonymous with purgatory due to recent propaganda from the Thrace Kingdom, claiming its citizens were living in dire straits.
However, with Wilhelm’s collusion with devils and the sacrificial rituals of mortal souls exposed, even young children could tell—Thrace’s official propaganda was a complete lie.
Their curiosity stemd from witnessing the Ashen Empire’s Emperor perform the Miracle of the Sun God, thoroughly rescuing them from a dood descent into Hell.
“That majesty—is he really, as the rumors say, a cruel tyrant? It’s said every citizen becos his slave, working laboriously day and night…”
“That’s rumor! Our dear King sacrificed the people’s souls to the devil, and even aid to offer the entire August to Hell—he’s the real tyrant!”
“Indeed, the Thrace Nobles have beco servants of Hell!”
“But that Imperial person sieged our city, my brother served in the City Defense Army and was killed by their artillery. Not even a complete body was left!”
“All I know is, His Majesty Cassius saved from the devil’s steel fork. Without him, my soul would’ve been seized by Hell long ago.”
“But we are Fadlan people, and even if the King is unrighteous, we should build our own kingdom. How can we submit to a giant dragon?”
“His Majesty Cassius is the embodint of the Sun—isn’t that reason enough?”
Within the city, Thrace people whispered, exchanged thoughts, and even argued.
And thousands of ters away, the colossal Red Dragon lood atop the mountain peak, watching everything quietly.
As the imperial ballad says, his eyes can scrutinize all things in the world, and his ears can capture all the rumors in the world.
“Seems… the situation is pretty good.” Cassius spread his wings, stretched his body, wisps of white smoke escaping from the gaps between his scales.
“After this ‘justice triumphs over evil,’ ‘light shatters darkness’ drama, the submission of the Thrace people has turned into a natural progression.
The next focus needs to be on Aphernas’s reaction—a Hell Lord has died, the Lord of Nine Prisons won’t let this go easily…”
Cassius extended his claws, a scarlet crystal core appearing in his palm, containing complex powers of Hell, emitting a bloody glow.
—It was Zarriel’s “Hell Core,” a product ford by the condensation of a devil’s soul.
An ornate black-gold trophy appeared on the panel, symbolizing a [Legendary] achievent.
The conditions for achieving a [Legendary] achievent are extrely stringent, requiring players to create events that impact the Multiverse’s fate.
And now, Cassius has obtained three [Black Gold] level achievents.
They are [Holy Slayer] for defeating Balachiel, [Demon Slayer] for killing Gelrazax, and [Oath Destroyer] for killing Zarriel.
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