Ashen Dragon-Chapter 351 - 275 The Fall of the North
Chapter 351: Chapter 275 The Fall of the North
“Gods…”
Viscount Luton muttered once more, his face illuminated.
He saw beams of sunlight piercing through the gaps in the clouds. Initially, they were weak and gentle, but gradually they grew stronger and more brilliant until the golden light bathed the earth.
The clouds were also tinged with gold, then slowly dispersed with the wind.
On the ground, a priestess raised her scepter high.
[Holy Sun Burning Technique]
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This divine magic, originally used by the Empire of Fadlan to demonstrate grand miracles during rituals, was now employed in the service of a Red Dragon.
As this magnificent scene unfolded, the mournful ballads echoing across the battlefield gradually ceased. The Northern Nobility, the Allied Soldiers, and even the people from Ashen Nest all raised their heads, eyes fixed on the sky.
“Roar——”
The long roar sounded again, and the nearly tangible Dragon’s Might spread out.
In an instant, the wilderness fell silent.
They saw the enormous Red Dragon, more than thirty meters long, flapping its wings in the sky, stirring up gales. Its metallic-red scales glistened brilliantly under the sunlight.
Each time it flapped its wings, the surrounding air distorted and trembled from the intense heat, and even the sky seemed to bow to it.
Luton gazed at the scene in the sky, instinctively shielding his eyes—not knowing whether it was because the light was too dazzling or because the presence above was too overwhelming to behold.
His lips moved subtly, his whole body trembling.
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“Again, it is like this…”
“No, it is different…”
“It has become even more powerful, far more terrifying than I remember.”
Viscount Luton gently shook his head, his brows furrowed, whispering softly.
As a witness of the Triel massacre, the scenes of that year had replayed countless times in Viscount Luton’s mind, becoming an unshakable nightmare.
And now, a new nightmare was about to be born.
“Gods…”
“Will he kill us?”
“I do not know.”
“Let us wait and see.”
The remaining Northern Nobility and soldiers stood in a daze, even if their spears and swords fell from their hands, no one picked them up—because it was unnecessary.
Even with tens of thousands of soldiers, with fine weaponry and ample supplies, it was futile before this Red Dragon.
Resistance was pointless.
Who could stand against a scourge with a mere sword?
People gazed at the scene in the sky for a long time, all with the same thought arising in their hearts.
Cassius hovered high in the air, looking down at the trembling people below, faint light flickering in his pale gold pupils.
His voice was not loud, yet it resounded across the wilderness, allowing everyone on the battlefield to hear clearly.
“The North has fallen…”
“Ashes will prevail.”
His tone carried little fluctuation, more like a cold, indifferent proclamation.
This was the obituary of the North’s demise, and the declaration of the new order in the Ashen Kingdom.
“No…”
“Why has it come to this?”
Viscount Luton collapsed to his knees with a thud, his head hanging in despair, letting out an uncontrollable wail as tears soaked the mud beneath him.
Until now, he still could not believe all this nightmare was real.
Born in Stratholme Fortress, Luton Siege had inherited a fief through his forebears’ favor. He enjoyed studying the history of the North and often conversed with scholars from various regions, living an accustomed life among the upper echelons of Northern Nobility.
Ten years, a mere ten years.
The Red Dragon from the North had miraculously risen, establishing a formidable kingdom.
Under the military edge of the Ashen Kingdom, his homeland was destroyed, and the Northern Nobility system he relied on was about to collapse.
“It is over…”
“The North is gone! The North is gone!”
“Gods… Is this our punishment?”
“Doomsday, this is doomsday!”
In the Allied Army, many Northern Nobles wore the same expression. Some collapsed to the ground, some turned pale, some were filled with disbelief, and some even went insane, crying and laughing.
For a moment, cries and wails echoed through the Allied Army’s ranks.
They knew it was all over.
The old order was to be overthrown and rebuilt.
All that was outdated and rotten would be completely shattered, including themselves——the Northern Nobility that had ruled Anzeta for nearly a thousand years.
Meanwhile, the Ashen Kingdom erupted in waves of cheers, as if they were powder kegs ignited, surging with fervor.
Whether Goblins, Ogres, or Tieflings, they all raised their weapons in celebration. The wyverns roared proudly, and the Blue Dragons and White Dragons let out wild, ecstatic howls.
“Ashes will prevail!”
“Roar——”
“Invincible in battle!”
“For the Ashen Kingdom!”
“His Majesty Cassius! His Majesty!”
Even the players were infected by the frenzied atmosphere, starting to wail loudly, though their lines seemed rather strange and peculiar.
“Kingdom scum, prepare to die!”
“For faction contribution and gold coins!”
“Lord Cassius is so handsome, I wish I could hug his tail…”
In the crowd of excited players, Mantou held the bipedal wyvern, a mournful expression on his face as he lamented: “I barely got any contribution, how did it end so quickly?”
With an order from Marshal Dolores, the Ashen Kingdom’s army advanced once more, marching in orderly steps, slowly approaching the Allied Army’s position.
The river trembled, and the earth quaked.
But this time, they met no resistance.
The Allied Army had completely lost the will to fight, merely waiting in silence for the Ashen Kingdom’s army to arrive, a sense of hopeless death shrouding their ranks.
Until the Kingdom Army marched up to the Allied Army, finally, a Northern Noble went mad under the pressure, losing all reason, and charged at the Ashen Kingdom’s army alone.
He shouted: “You monsters! I am a noble of high blood…”
But with the sound of dense gunfire, that mad noble was turned into a sieve, his corpse riddled with countless bullet holes.
The Red Dragon still hovered over the sky, indifferent to the minor disturbances on the ground, his broad wings casting a massive shadow over the wilderness, his slit-pupiled eyes reflecting the battle-scarred, devastated battlefield.
“It is finally over.”
“The Anzeta Great Wilderness is mine.”
Cassius thought to himself.
A golden trophy stood tall in his mind.
[Nation Destroyer]
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“It was a war of despair, the legendary ‘Wings of Silver’ fell to the ground, the heroes from Fadlan sacrificed, and the brave and fearless Leo Boske disappeared without a trace.”
“Even the Light of Heavenly Mountain could not withstand his wrath——the Northern Kingdom that ruled Anzeta for nearly a thousand years was declared extinct, and the Northerners fell under the dominion of the dragons, becoming slaves to its ambitions.”
——”Secret History of Anzeta: Fall of the North” Duke Luton
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“A flourishing era is about to arrive; this is another important milestone in the Empire’s grand plan, and the invincible majesty has once again achieved a glorious victory…”
——”Imperial Archives·Official History of the Northern United Kingdom” Luton Siege Citizen
