Chapter 798: Chapter 147: Surrender and Post-War_2

On the battleground of the Ashen Empire, soldiers likewise burst into cheers. For a while, “Long live His Majesty Cassius! Long live the Empire!” resonated ceaselessly in the air over North Aisier Plain.

Cassius looked around contentedly, stretched his neck toward the sky, lifted his head high, and let out a resounding roar.

Instantly, in the sky, the White Dragon, Bipedal Wyvern, and Fire Drake, and on the ground, the Terrain Dragon Beasts, Hill Sub-Dragon, and Multi-headed Flame Serpent Lizard all lifted their heads, issuing a coordinated dragon chant that drowned out all other noises around.

For a moment, it seemed as though the entire world was shaken by the roar of the giant dragons, and all beings submitted to the Red Dragon perched atop the fortress.

Everyone knew that the war had ended, the Emperor of the Crimson Dragon, coming from the north, had achieved an especially brilliant victory, thoroughly conquering North Aisier–what followed in terms of territory assimilation and management was merely a matter of time.

In the distance, Grandmaster Zalan stared hopelessly at the Red Dragon atop the city, his hand holding the Magic Wand involuntarily dropping, his mood reaching rock bottom.

“It’s over, all is over… The power of that Emperor of Ashes far surpasses the imagination of the City of Thousand Laws,” Zalan murmured, his tone bitter.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from the position of the Allied Forces, interrupting Zalan’s contemplation.

“Evil dragon, I shall never submit to you!”

Karen, flapping his wings, clad in shimmering golden armor, flew forth from the crowd, pointing his Sun God Longsword at the Red Dragon, shouting angrily: “I will carry forward Lord Walter’s creed and lead the people of North Aisier to fight you to the death!”

“It’s Lord Karen…”

“As expected of the Divine Marquis of Fadlan, truly commendable courage…”

“Marquis Karen, I am willing to fight alongside you!”

Allied Soldiers looked up at Karen’s radiant figure, instantly moved, a surge of admiration budding in their hearts, some even mustering the courage to brandish their swords.

“Karen…”

Zalan paused, seemingly about to speak, extending his hand as if wanting to stop the rash act, yet fearing attracting the attention of the Red Dragon.

At this moment, Karen, blinded by rage, overwhelmed with sorrow for the death of his comrades, indignation at his compatriots’ shameful surrender, and hatred for the invaders, utterly lost his senses.

“Fadlan, imperishable forever!”

Accompanied by a loud shout, this Divine Marquis, wielding his longsword and trailing golden light, dove towards the distant Red Dragon.

“Fool…”

Cassius let out a cold laugh, indifferently watching the shimmering figure of the Angel Divine Descendant: “If that is so, I shall grant your wish to reunite with Duke Walter!”

The Red Dragon unhurriedly lifted its Dragon Claw, the massive sharp claw swinging down from above, tearing through the air, and striking heavily upon the Angel Divine Descendant.

“Boom!”

Karen was struck by the Red Dragon’s mighty claw, harshly slamming into the city wall, deeply embedding into it, causing the bricks of the Collins City Wall to collapse, dust flying, and producing a heavy rumble.

Blood sprayed from his mouth, his body terribly mangled, flesh torn, bones shattered, even the feathers on his back twisted, presenting an utterly pitiful sight.

Under the might of the Red Dragon, even this legendary Angel Divine Descendant, once a warrior fighting across directions in Fadlan, seemed so fragile, as trivial as a plaything.

Cassius was in no hurry, only looking down disdainfully at the Divine Descendant, calmly saying: “You overestimate yourself; the Empire of Fadlan has long perished, even Duke Walter you followed is thoroughly dead. What reason is left for you to continue?”

Yet, even so, Karen refused to submit, nor would he bow his proud head.

Karen lifted his bloody head, his features grotesquely twisted into a grim smile, with his last ounce of strength he said: “Cassius… I curse you, one day, the empire you have built will also collapse–

And now, let you invaders, you rebels, feel the wrath of the Sun!”

The Angel Divine Descendant cried and laughed, nearly insane, a dazzling light also surging from his chest, clearly intending to emulate Duke Walter and create a grand finale for himself.

“Ridiculous!” Cassius had long been impatient, and he suddenly stretched out his giant claw, piercing Karan’s chest with those sharp tips.

“Zap—-”

Subsequently, the Red Dragon skillfully extracted the opponent’s Divine Power Origin, and amidst countless gazes, swallowed it, then slightly smiling as he raised his head.

“Did you see? This is the end of those who overestimate their strength.” It seemed because he had an “extra meal,” Cassius’s voice was quite lighthearted.

Everyone involuntarily looked down at his feet.

–Only to see Karan’s corpse deeply embedded into the city wall, his chest brutally torn open, showing a large expanse of flesh and internal organs, and golden crimson blood flowing profusely.

People couldn’t help but gasp, some even shed tears, their faces filled with panic.

The once glorious and mighty divine descendant, now like displayed prey, was starkly presented before everyone, utterly devoid of dignity and status.

“Quick, hurry…”

“This place is truly too dangerous, we must return to the City of Thousand Laws…”

In a corner of the Allied Forces’ position, Grandmaster Zalan, with sweaty hands, firmly gripped the Magic Wand, tremblingly chanting Spells.

Around him, the space gradually warped and twinkled with fine pieces of Spell Radiance, the Teleportation Spell model progressively taking shape.

Atop the tower in Collins, Cassius’s ears picked up Ramp’s voice coming from thousands of meters away.

“Master, those mages from the Arcane Priory of the City of Thousand Laws are casting Teleportation Spells; over a hundred people are trying to flee from this place.

Our large Dimension Anchor is ready; do you want to… keep them all here?”

Catching the excitement in Ramp’s voice, Cassius’s lips twitched.

For the former Ogre Archmage, every spellcaster was a treasure trove, not only for extracting precious spellcasting knowledge from them but also for using their skulls to decorate his necklace.

However, now, it had been a long time since a new skull appeared on Ramp’s necklace. He seemed to have abandoned this “barbaric” habit, yet he still had a lingering fixation on capturing mages.

Thinking of this, Cassius shook his head and softly laughed: “Let’s stick to the old method, leave half the mages here and let the other half go, letting them spread the name of the Ashen Empire.”

“Yes, master.”

In the Allied Forces’ position, including Zalan, many mages successfully departed Aisier, but some were locked in place, uttering frustrated cries.

The army of the Ashen Empire steadily advanced, the Steam Tanks slowly driving across the land, leaving several deep ruts; they quickly took control of the already disbanded, dispirited Allied Soldiers.

With Karan’s death, the last minor episode also quietly ended, without sparking much disturbance; everything was settled and already a foregone conclusion.

…

Cassius once again waved his Dragon Wings, stirring up a scorching wind, lifting his massive body into the sky, ascending to ten thousand meters.

He looked down upon the riddled land, watching the ant-like armies and frequently glancing to the east and west sides of Aisier.

As the boonies of the former Thrace Kingdom, North Aisier bordered the Black Stone Mountain Range and Wuge Prairie to the east, Silvermoon Bay to the west, and the Central Plain to the south, truly a strategic location in every sense.

With the war concluded, the Ashen Empire had thoroughly established its footing on the Fianso Continent, with the empire using North Aisier as a base, free to expand into the surrounding areas.

Thinking this, in Cassius’s pale golden pupils, endless greed and ambition once again emerged.