Ashen Dragon-Chapter 632 - 642

"Lords, do you have any more suggestions?

Now, my most elite Angel Divine Race Guards and Arcane Legion are all battling those rebels of the Kingdom of Cassandra in the South. Do you expect us to rely on you to go north and hold off the Red Dragon?"

"Your Majesty, this..."

"Forgive our lack of ability."

"That vile dragon really isn’t something that human strength can withstand!"

"Yes, a hundred meters long giant dragon, sending our Personal Guards against it would be seeking death!"

Suddenly, Duke Sahisai stepped forward again, his somewhat murky eyes narrowing slightly as if he were plotting something.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember Isa and Moken?"

Wilhelm’s expression turned cold at once, "Of course I remember, those damned traitors, they were the ones who started this way of rebellion."

Duke Sahisai’s mentioned Isa and Moken were both mighty Divine Dukes, originally Wilhelm’s trusted aides, his right-hand men.

However, years ago, tired of the endless wars, they also saw the declining state of Thrace Kingdom and established their own territories at the kingdom’s fringe.

Proclaiming themselves "Angel Princes," they acted as deities within their domains while Wilhelm, busy with the southern wars, had no time to address them.

This also caused a major uproar; within just a few days, dozens of Divine Descendants within the Three Great Kingdoms declared their independence, forming realms big and small on the carcass of Holy Fadlan.

And this large-scale Divine Descendant rebellion was referred to as "Celestial Turmoil" by scholars.

Even now, within the Thrace Kingdom, there are still several Angel Divine Descendants who have incited rebellions, leading their troops against Wilhelm’s rule, claiming they were once ordained as princes by the old King.

But this time, Wilhelm dispatched a substantial number of troops to surround and suppress them, hoping to use this opportunity to restore the kingdom’s might.

Duke Sahisai, of course, knew the King’s deep hatred for these "Holy Rebels," but he continued to say,

"Your Majesty, since the kingdom can no longer control these rebels, why not make use of them?"

Wilhelm pondered for a moment, "You mean..."

"You could assign the rebelling, now uncontrollable Divine Descendant Nobles to the North, let these ungrateful wretches become our Northern barrier, to withstand the invasion of Ashen Empire..."

Speaking this, Sahisai leaned in closer, his sycophantic smile causing the wrinkles on his face to twist together.

"Then, Your Majesty, you would be able to focus on the war with the Kingdom of Cassandra, and once you reclaim the Holy City, you can lead the emancipated Empire of Fadlan to face the enemy, wiping out the evil dragons of the North, and the rebels in one fell swoop."

After listening to Sahisai’s words, the ministers started to offer their agreement, continuously lavishing praise, as this method would be the most cost-effective for them.

"Truly worthy of being Duke Sahisai."

"Yes, to think up such a strategy."

"To let our two enemies counterbalance each other, removing Thrace Kingdom from the equation."

But Dayev once again raised doubts, anxiously asking, "Can that group of... rebels really hold back the North’s Ashen Empire?

If the Ashen Empire extinguishes all the self-proclaimed Angel Divine Descendants, how would we then face the Empire and the Kingdom of Cassandra’s pincer from the North and South?"

Then an elderly man, clad in splendid robes with white hair and beard, stepped forward from the crowd, clutching a gold Magic Wand that twinkled faintly, his stooped figure bowing slightly.

This was Herbert Favary, formerly the Bishop of the Thrace Region’s Amanata Church, and now the Archbishop of the Kingdom.

"His Majesty Wilhelm...

Despite the great Sun God being drawn into slumber by Cassandra’s schemes, the Celestial Race of Heavenly Mountain still maintains contact with us.

They still wish for the Sun God’s light to shine upon all beings, and they certainly do not want to see a brutal Red Dragon dominate the land.

And You..."

He slowly raised his head, looking up respectfully at Wilhelm, seemingly gazing at his silhouette shrouded in a fuzzy aura, the three pairs of pure white wings.

"You have been blessed by His Majesty Amanata, possessing a noble bloodline comparable to that of the Blazing Angel; surely the Angels would wish to support Thrace Kingdom.

Even if that Red Dragon is powerful, it is merely a beast of the Mortal Realm; it cannot withstand the immense radiance of Heaven.

I am willing to go to Heavenly Mountain to seek out a noble Blaze Celestial Servant as aid for Thrace Kingdom, to resist that Red Dragon."

Perhaps it was a habit formed over nearly a hundred years, Bishop Herbert’s voice was prolonged, like the chanting hymns during the worship of the Sun God.

"Good."

Wilhelm had returned to his original position, sitting high upon his throne, covered in a blurred halo as if he were the incarnation of a divine being.

And his calm and powerful voice echoed within the great hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, when Holy Fadlan is restored, those rebels, the evil dragon of the north, will all be reduced to ashes under the light of Amanata!"

"Long live His Majesty Wilhelm!"

"Long live Holy Fadlan!"

The ministers raised their arms and cheered loudly; for a moment, the great hall was filled with people’s jubilant cries.

However, under that blurred halo, Wilhelm’s originally flawless skin was already marred by dark cracks.

"Damn it..."

"I can’t go on like this, I must find the inheritance left by my father and become a true Immortal..."

The outwardly resplendent "Angel King" looked pained and distorted, whispering in a voice only he could hear.

"Crack."

A barely perceptible crisp sound was heard, and the black cracks continued to expand, causing Wilhelm’s body to appear like cracked porcelain.

A deep, magnetic voice echoed in his ear.

"Your Majesty, your ’Immortality’ doesn’t have much time..."

"If you still haven’t found the so-called Fadlan inheritance, the Nine Prisons... will demand their payment."

Behind the "Angel King," patterns representing the Hell Demon faintly emerged.

Wilhelm’s body trembled, and his expression changed dramatically; he waved his six vast wings and roared at his ministers below.

"Get out!

You useless trash, all of you get out!"

White feathers danced in the air, expensive porcelain was shattered on the ground, and the ministers looked at each other, retreating with unspoken agreement.

Ever since the old Emperor died, His Majesty had become unpredictable—perhaps this was due to excessive grief.

...

Ashen Empire, Dragon Blood Mountain.

Sulfuric fumes swirled around, the cracking sounds of flames burning incessantly, and large dark silhouettes appeared within it.

Reaching the summit, one could see the forty-meter-long Red Dragon still lazily lying there, exhaling silver-white flames, refining the blood extracted from dragon corpses.

In just over a dozen days, under the continued intake of Ancestral Dragon Blood, Cassius’s size had increased, and his body length was rapidly approaching fifty meters.

The Red Dragon greatly enjoyed this feeling of gradually getting stronger, and if undisturbed, he could endure decades of blood here, until he completely transformed into an Ancestral Dragon.

However, the Magical Aura faintly flickered, and several images emerged before him, forcing him to divert his attention.

"Hmm... The Kingdom of Thrace has become vigilant too, but I didn’t expect Wilhelm to start playing at subdividing his realm. Quite interesting."

"And there’s Cassandra, actually coming to us for cooperation again, have they become impatient? Wishing to use my power to destroy Thrace?"

Cassius reviewed the intelligence presented by Ramp, softly assessing.

For the past month, the images of his fight with the Abyssal Giant Dragon in Ancytica had spread widely, shocking all forces.

And the Empire had once again become the focus of attention in Fianso, becoming a point of interest for countless powers.

Cassius slowly stood up, stretched his body, and unfolded his wings, swallowing another drop of Ancestral Dragon Blood before eventually commanding:

"Tell the departments to prepare for war, Cartapa has been ready for a long time, it’s time... to begin the true conquest of the South.

Wilhelm has indeed made it convenient for me; just as well, I don’t intend to swallow Thrace whole in one go."