Ashen Dragon-Chapter 527 - 422 Fate and Slumber_3

Chapter 527: Chapter 422: Fate and Slumber_3

Chapter 527 -422: Fate and Slumber_3

But the Anzeta Great Wilderness was ultimately a remote region, with extremely limited influence on the mainland situation.

Arms dealing, actual control of the Casper region, and balancing the strength of the three kingdoms was already the limit of what the Empire could achieve.

When the Three Kings’ Battle reached a stalemate, it would be the best time for the Ashen Empire to take the stage of Fianso in an entirely new posture.

“Soon, very soon.”

The Red Dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a fierce hurricane as it continued to ascend. He did not seem to be in a hurry.

The people of the City of Isdalia looked up at the giant dragon flying ever higher, putting their palms together in prayer, even prostrating in worship.

That was the founder of the Empire, their Emperor, their—Deity.

Cassius flew higher and higher, reaching above the clouds.

The Red Dragon flapped its wings, the strong hurricane easily dispersing the thick clouds, making the mist roll and drift away, revealing the full view of the land.

Isdalia became a narrow place in his vision. He could see the Stormy Ridge covered in snow and ice in the north, the Matra Great Farmland, the Okaglar Plains to the south, and even the distant Ancytica Mountains…

Cassius had not carefully overlooked the land like this for a long time.

The first time he overlooked this land, he was still a young dragon, worn out from running for his life, living in fear, and deeply worried about his future.

But now, as the years flew by, he had become the sole ruler of his own Empire, the well-known “Crimson Emperor” of the Anzeta Great Wilderness.

Cassius gazed at the land for a long time, then extended his massive claw as if to hold it in his grasp.

“Fate is not an unchanging, unalterable determined path.”

“It can also be influenced by me, even… controlled.”

Cassius muttered to himself.

For some reason, he hated fatalism and enjoyed this feeling of changing everything.

…

Three days later, in the suburbs of Northwind Castle.

“Roar—”

The Red Dragon hovered above the Steel Dragonwing Palace, flapping its wings and letting out a long roar as the strength of the empire’s authority spread out.

The ground trembled continuously, producing a rumbling sound, the mountains suddenly rose, becoming more majestic.

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And the caves in the mountains became wider, with high-temperature lava flowing inside, emitting bursts of steam, making them more suitable for giant dragons to reside in.

Afterward, the Red Dragon entered the cave, coiling its body surrounded by magma, slowly closing its eyes—he was about to begin his third slumber.

This time, Cassius had greater control, the terrifying energy was thus stored in his mountain-sized dragon body, accompanying the rise and fall of his breathing, continuously flowing and circulating.

“It is your honor to serve His Majesty!”

“How many times has your spell prototype gone wrong? If it happens again, don’t bother coming back!”

Outside the cave, Ramp led hundreds of mages in casting protective magic, occasionally cursing loudly.

But now Cassius could completely control the surrounding environment, possessing nearly divine authority, making such protections more formal than practical.

Ramp looked at the sealed cave entrance, and for some reason, the scene of first seeing the Red Dragon a dozen years ago flashed in his mind.

At that time, he was just an ogre with food on his mind, no different from other ogres except being a bit smarter.

However, the appearance of the Red Dragon gave new meaning to his life, letting him know that this world was vast, and that the wilderness was not everything in the world.

Thinking of this, Ramp clutched the magic wand in his hand tightly, bowing in that direction, and said softly: “Master…”

“I promise you, when you awake, you will see an even stronger Empire.”