Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Your Majesty Cassius!"

In the quiet crowd, a young voice suddenly sounded. I don’t know if it is the official arrangement of the Kingdom, or the heartfelt call of a child who has been favored by the Kingdom.

But then, the crowd once again erupted in rounds of enthusiastic cheers, including many who were arranged by the Propaganda Department.

"Emperor! Emperor!"

"Your Majesty Cassius! Your Majesty!"

"For the Red Dragon's great blueprint!"

Amid such calls, the red dragon continued to walk slowly along the wide road.

Guards standing on both sides of the road pointed their spears at the ground, making rhythmic sounds. The bipedal flying dragon that landed on the ground also stretched its neck, raised its head high, and let out a soft whistle.

The ogres pushed the heavy cannon again, creating clusters of brilliant, blooming flames above the altar.

In this way, under the attention of hundreds of thousands of people at the scene, Cassius easily climbed up the nearly thirty-meter-high altar in a few steps and directly reached the top of Isdalia.

Cassius looked around, looking down at all the living beings below with his pale golden pupils, and then spoke:

"Everyone."

"Welcome to the great wilderness of Anzetta and welcome to my coronation ceremony."

As Cassius finished speaking, a human noble with black hair and golden eyes and a handsome face also appeared in front of him. His expression and movements were completely synchronized with the huge red dragon behind him - that was the human incarnation of Cassius.

"Holy crap, His Majesty Cassius is in human form! It's so rare to see him!"

"I'll go straight to my husband!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

This time, before the official personnel of the kingdom could react, the players burst into even more enthusiastic cheers, and they were definitely from the heart.

"The ceremony can begin."

Cassius did not pay attention to the noise of the crowd, but calmly gave instructions, and everyone on the altar opened their mouths and spoke at the same time.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The family members below him became busy.

The Great Altar of Istalia has seven levels, interconnected by neat steps, forming a pyramid-like stone structure that represents the current division of status in the kingdom.

The top of the high altar is a huge platform engraved with mysterious patterns, which is nearly ten meters higher than the previous level - this is where Cassius is.

This platform represents the supreme royal power of the Burning Ember Kingdom, or the future imperial power of the empire.

The three great dukes, Rumpu, Doro, and Metrolash, came to the altar one after another, climbed the long stairs step by step to the sixth floor of the high altar.

They stood there in order according to their arranged positions, quietly waiting for the next steps of the ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, there were seven marquises including Alger, Jinya, and Dalena, followed by twenty-four earls, more than forty viscounts, and hundreds of barons.

Even those first-class citizens who had made meritorious deeds received this honor and lined up neatly to stand at the bottom of the high altar.

"Woo——"

The trumpet of the green-footed dragon and snake under the altar sounded.

At this time, the Isdalia Altar was already crowded with people and flags were flying.

The citizens of Burning Ember Kingdom looked up at those high-spirited dragon-blooded nobles, marveled at them, and felt envious of them.

People from all over Fianso were thoughtful. This form of architecture was not uncommon on the continent - and the most famous ones were those of the original Holy Fadlan.

"No, it's impossible"

"Is it really the Pyramid of the Sun God?"

"No, it's absolutely impossible, but this is really important. Even the slightest possibility is huge news! I must go back and report it to His Majesty."

Dayev looked at the altar and kept shaking his head, his expression became extremely ugly.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the great "Sun King" Aragorn I built three pyramids in Thrace, Cassander and Seleucid, and also built the most magnificent eternal sun god in the capital of the empire. pyramid.

On the summer solstice, the sacred day of the Amaunata Church, ceremonies were held simultaneously in the Pyramids of the Sun God in various places. Amaunata sent down the gift of sunlight, allowing hundreds of people to complete their "ascension", and this was also the beginning of the Holy Fadland Empire.

And now, the coronation ceremony of the Ember Kingdom reminded him of the sacred ceremony a hundred years ago.

Although the emergence of such thoughts can be regarded as transgression, Dayev could not help but connect the two and felt deeply worried about it.

But he didn't know that this was all done deliberately by Cassius, hoping to attract the attention of various countries.

In the crowded crowd, noisy discussions and whispers continued to sound.

"The ceremony is about to begin."

"Please remain silent."

With the help of those special speakers, Trump's steady voice spread to every corner of the venue.

Under Trump's announcement, and under the pressure of the huge dragon on the high platform, the crowd of hundreds of thousands instantly fell silent, and everyone looked up.

Trump reached out his hand, took out a delicate scroll that had been prepared, and slowly unfolded it.

The ogre took a step forward and read loudly:

"His Majesty Cassius, the Great Ember King, unified Anzeta and annihilated the frost giant tribe in the north in just a few years. He used thunderous means to bring peace to the people of Anzeta. Long-lost peace and stability - this is an achievement and great achievement that no one in this land has achieved in thousands of years."

"For this reason, the people across Anzeta unanimously believe that the title of 'king' is no longer enough to describe the greatness of His Majesty Cassius, and that he should receive a more noble title - emperor."

"His Majesty Cassius will rule here forever, and the Ember Kingdom will be upgraded to a greater country - the Ember Empire!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor! Emperor Burning Ember!"

"Burning Empire!"

"Long live the Emperor, long live the Empire!"

The moment Trump finished speaking, the crowd burst into cheers again. Under the supervision of the tiefling guards, the cheers this time were louder than ever before.

People standing in the front row had tears on their faces, knelt on the ground in embarrassment, and even fainted with excitement. I just don’t know if this was true expression or an exaggerated script from the Propaganda Department.

"His Majesty Cassius's kindness will never end in all his lifetimes!"

"Your Majesty, we support you! It is you who have given us new life!"

Representatives of humans, tieflings, hobgoblins, ogres and other Familiar clans squeezed out from the crowd, their expressions were extremely glorious and exciting.

Together they lifted a tens-meter-long scroll made of raw cowhide and slowly unfolded it on the road - the smooth leather surface was covered with thousands of palm prints, paw prints and even... hoofprints.

"Your Majesty Cassius, we sincerely beg you to be crowned! This is the wish of all the people!"

"Yes! If you can be crowned, even at the cost of your life."

"You are us."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the only way we can repay your kindness."

Representatives of the family members knelt on the ground, and there were a few bright characters written on the open scroll - "A letter asking His Majesty Cassius to be crowned emperor."

This petition was signed by tens of thousands of family members. It showed that the coronation of the emperor was not only a need for national development, but also the aspirations of the people.

It is also proving to the world that this coronation is blameless, both from a legal and practical level.

On the high platform of the altar, Cassius overlooked the "grand occasion" below, trying to keep his majestic posture unchanged.

"It's embarrassing, right? The Propaganda Department is too exaggerated this time, but"

"It seems to be working pretty well."

Hong Long looked at the surprised, frightened, and overwhelmed faces of foreign envoys. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

It seems that in terms of publicity, this group of players is already far ahead of the rest of Fianso. (End of chapter)