Ashen Dragon-Chapter 383 - 306: Coronation (Part 2)_2

Chapter 383: Chapter 306: Coronation (Part 2)_2

Finally, the Ogres, with their giant cannons, stood silently around the venue.

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The onlookers gasped in awe, but not in shock—the people of Anzeta had been through several artillery bombardments and were already accustomed to it.

The South, however, was not like Anzeta’s Magic Wilderness and was used to such large-scale long-range attacks. They were merely amazed by the immense destructive power—and the Ashen Kingdom’s extravagant use of cannonballs.

They didn’t know that these were special engineering shells designed by the Ash Technology Department, specifically for leveling mountains and flattening ground.

Next, the Half-Goat People military band played a rousing, majestic symphony.

This piece was a combination of many classic tunes provided by the players, supplemented with the North’s traditional music heritage—the magical nature of the sound filled people’s ears, almost making everyone feel a sense of awe.

With the rhythm of the music and the crisp sound of drum beats, a phalanx of tens of thousands of medium humanoids such as Humans, Tieflings, and Great Goblins marched from the end of the road.

They marched in orderly steps, forming neat rows, the bayonets and spears in their hands glinting coldly.

“They are Ashen infantry!”

“What an imposing sight!”

Finally, the large phalanx stopped outside the venue, and several of the most elite squads, each consisting of a thousand soldiers, entered the venue. They marched quickly in formation, standing like walls on both sides of the wide road.

Was this the end?

It was not.

“Boom—boom—”

Accompanied by a heavy rumble, the ground trembled once again.

On the horizon in the distance, massive Land Dragon Beasts, clad in heavy armor like small mountains, appeared, occupying almost half of the ground.

The Goblin Cavalry stood on the backs of these beasts, raising their spears and giant hammers, letting out fervent war cries—Dolores stood on the largest beast, covered in golden scales, raising the Bloodfire Battle Axe with one arm.

The blood-stained axe blade gleamed in the sunlight.

“For the great plan of the Red Dragon!”

“For the King of Ashen!”

Someone shouted excitedly.

Looking at the mottled torrent, the bards, merchants, envoys, and spies from various factions across Fianso for the first time directly felt the overwhelming military strength of the Ashen Kingdom.

The envoys from opposing factions looked even more distressed.

A shadow seemed to cover the face of Dayev from the Thrace Kingdom.

“How is this possible…”

“According to the kingdom’s spies, this country was established just a decade ago…”

“Could it be… they obtained the legacy of an ancient empire? Or even assistance from some powerful divine entity?”

He muttered in disbelief, a horrifying conjecture forming in his mind. Dayev, who once served in the Holy Fadlan Federation, could not fathom how, without some external help, a newly established empire could possess such a strong military and logistical system.

“Ah, His Majesty Tiamat was right; this new empire will be an important support for the revival of the five-colored dragons.”

The old Blue Dragon Isami’s expression was excited, the deep indigo scales on his cheeks spreading, and his frilled ears quivering.

“And all the future wealth of this nation will belong to the Queen.”

Christina was already immersed in the dream of being the empire’s queen, resolutely determined, her eyes filled with greed.

“Such a nation, such an army…”

“Ah, I just hope they won’t bring another catastrophe to the continent.”

The Silver Dragon Cruzre sighed deeply.

The envoys from other factions also had varied expressions, but they were all shocked by the Ashen Kingdom’s military strength, as it completely overturned all their speculations.

In their assumptions, the Ashen Kingdom should have been a barbaric, primitive tribe—a nation of Monster Kin relying on the power of the Red Dragon, tyrannically oppressing the people of Anzeta on this distant and remote land.

But after experiencing this “parade” opening ceremony, they were stunned to discover:

They were wrong, and terribly so.

This was indeed a young, vibrant empire, with different races and factions united under the rule of the giant dragons, converging into a formidable force.

It had a powerful army, vast territories, a diverse array of races, and an unparalleled, sole ruler.

“Roar—”

Their eardrums swelled, bodies trembling under the powerful oppression.

In the North of Isdalia, the blue sky suddenly turned red, an enormous Red Dragon appeared on the horizon, slowly flapping its wide wings, bringing a roaring hot wind.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the entire wasteland seemed to become hot, with even the air twisting and boiling.

“He, he’s here!”

“It’s His Majesty Cassius!”

“This is the majestic figure of His Majesty!”

“For the King of Ashen! No, for the Ashen Emperor!”

People, after their initial instinctive fear and dread, quickly began to cheer loudly, forming wave after wave of enthusiastic applause—regardless of whether it was sincere or feigned.

“I want to lick Lord Cassius’ feet!”

“Don’t stop me, I want to touch the tail!”

“Dragons!”

“You dragon fetishists, get a grip! But when will Lord Cassius turn into human form… heehee…”

The players were even more unconstrained, shouting all sorts of outrageous slogans, even as the guards glared at them.

“Heaven! Such a colossal body, no wonder he defeated the Wings of Silver!”

“Gods above…”

“He’s become even more powerful!”

“As expected of my destined mate, His Highness Cassius….”

The envoys from all factions also exclaimed in shock; a dragon of this magnitude was rare even across the entire Fianso Continent, let alone seeing one in person.

Over the course of several months, Cassius had passively assimilated the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, his body size advancing further—this Red Dragon now reached a terrifying length of thirty-six meters.

This was a size that only an ancient Red Dragon could barely achieve, completely surpassing the limits of an ordinary Red Dragon, yet Cassius was still in the early stages of growth and development.

In a secluded corner of the crowd, a thin, weathered man looked towards the sky, his expression filled with deep despair.

“That guy has become stronger.”

“Abir… how am I supposed to save you.”

He was Richard, once a high-spirited Fairy Ranger, now a double agent for the Ashen Kingdom, this time sent by the Harpist Alliance to investigate the coronation ceremony.

“Whirr—whirr—”

The scorching wind roared past, making many people’s skin feel hot.

Cassius flapped his wings, slowly approaching Isdalia, finally landing at the beginning of the road with a thunderous sound.

The noise within the venue instantly vanished in the face of an almost tangible oppressive force, causing the atmosphere to fall into silence.

The guards on both sides of the road immediately stood upright, eyes forward, although the sweat droplets on their chins betrayed their nervousness and excitement.

“Roar…”

The Red Dragon let out a low murmur, folding his wings close to his body.

He walked on all fours along the broad road, heading step by step toward the altar, leaving footprints on the ground.

Cassius looked down from above, his pale-golden eyes scanning the people on both sides of the road, sweeping over those faces filled with either excitement, fear, or dread.

“Thrace, Cassandra…

“Serinia, Silvermoon City, Free Trade Federation…”

“The major powers of the Fianso Continent have pretty much all arrived, quite a gathering.”

Cassius’ lips curled slightly, a barely noticeable smile appearing on his ferocious dragon face, as he thought to himself.