Ashen Dragon Chapter 737

Chapter 737: Chapter 111 Divine Descendant and Heavenly Mountain_2 Chapter 737: Chapter 111 Divine Descendant and Heavenly Mountain_2 “No, Ian.”

Walter shook his head again with a bitter smile, yet his eyes were exceptionally resolute.

He turned his head, looking at Ian. “Can you abandon the citizens of over a dozen cities, letting them become slaves to the Ashen Empire?”

“I…”

After a long hesitation, Ian still shook his head silently.

Walter continued: “This is His Majesty Wilhelm's overt scheme. He's betting that we still retain a conscience, unlike him and his subordinates who have no bottom line, treating human lives as worthless.”

Ian gritted his teeth and said angrily, “I never thought Lord Aragon would have such a son!”

“Ian, we have no other choice but to take over the mess they left behind to resist the southward advance of the Ashen Empire, for the sake of–the people of North Aisier.”

Walter slowly drew out the nearly three-meter-long Great Sword, his tone firm and powerful, a bright glint shining through his golden pupils.

“My lord.”

Ian held the Silver Sword against it, his voice choked: “I will always stand behind you, becoming your sharp sword.”

Subsequently, several Angel Divine Descendants appeared here, resting their swords against Walter's Great Sword, intersecting with each other.

The Angel Divine Descendants who followed Walter to the North were all thorough idealists, unable to tolerate the darkness of Thrace, yearning to embrace the brilliance of Amanata once again, to return to the gloriously Divine Holy Fadlan.

But their wishes were doomed to be scarcely achievable.

Seeing all the senior officers arrive, a Fadlan-like confidence finally emerged on Walter's face.

“Everyone, immediately lead your troops to the cities left by the Thrace Kingdom, set up the defenses promptly, as the attack from the Ashen Empire could come at any moment.

Ian, you stay in Collins City. You are most familiar with the defenses here…”

The Angel Divine Descendants accepted the command one after another, while Ian was a bit puzzled and couldn't help but ask.

“My lord, what about you?”

“I have seen the battle footage of the Crimson Emperor, and have carefully studied those weapons of the Ashen Empire, just with our strength, we cannot yet contend with them…”

Walter raised his head, gazing at the sky, staring at the sun still hanging high, his golden pupils seemingly reflecting a dazzling brilliance.

“Eighty-seven years ago, I followed Lord Aragon into Hell, and we rescued quite a number of Aetherial Deity Tribe members. An Important Figure from Heavenly Mountain promised to grant me help once without betraying our Camp.”

“Sixty-five years ago, I infiltrated the fortress of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, releasing an Ancient Gold Dragon trapped in the dungeon for hundreds of years, and the Golden Dragon Council also considered me a friend.”

“Now, it is time for them to fulfill their promises. Comrades, I will return with allies of the righteous Camp.”

Just as Walter slowly raised his Great Sword, a blinding white pillar of light shot into the sky, clearing the clouds and causing intense vibrations high above.

“Boom!”

His voice thundered like thunder itself, echoing over the plains of North Aisier for a long time, stirring people's hearts. “People of Fadlan, we will not become Retainers of evil dragons, nor slaves to Devils, we… will never submit!”

Walter spread his wide wings, soaring into the sky, rapidly ascending, finally disappearing into the clouds with the blinding pillar of light, leaving behind white feathers fluttering like snow.

At this moment, whether it was the Angel Divine Descendants or the many citizens below, they all looked up in reverence and admiration.

“Long live!”

“People of Fadlan will never be enslaved!”

The crowd shouted excitedly as if they were back in that glorious and great era when they were still the proud nationals of Holy Fadlan.

The first layer of Heavenly Mountain is Lunia, also known as “Silver Heaven.” The sky here is always dark, yet scattered with stars that shimmer with silver light, bright enough to illuminate the Silver Sea Coast along the mountain range.

Portals from other planes connect at the edge of the dark, wine-like Silver Sea, a vast bay filled with Holy Water.

Along the coast are castles and fortresses built of bright white stones in various styles, housing a populous and diverse community. Many of them are open to trade with Sea Elves from the Material Plane.

On the Star Coast, the most magnificent structure is a colossal fortress, its towering walls made of sparkling marble, resembling a star-filled night sky, hence it is known to people as the “Star Castle.”

Inside this castle, countless Horn Angels bustle in and out on their cross-dimensional missions, while at the same time, it serves as the abode for the Lord of the first layer of Heaven.

Atop the castle, a lithe and beautiful woman with skin as white and smooth as marble flutters her white wings, the horn in her hands radiating a tranquil light.

–She is the Horn Angel, the messenger for Heaven's residents and deities, and the harbinger of the holy army.

This Horn Angel respectfully announces, “My lord, the Fadelan Divine Descendant has departed, reportedly to seek the palace of His Majesty Bahamut in Moqiu Liya…”

“I am aware. Continue with your mission.”

A gender-neutral, unfluctuating voice responds, from atop a towering tower high enough to overlook the entire Star Sea, a towering figure appears.

“Walter Graham, I remember him. Eighty-seven years ago, he rescued thirty-four Horn Angels from the dungeon in Aphernas. In return, I granted him a promise…”

This towering figure appears to be a three-meter-tall human with silver skin and dark purple eyes, gender indiscernible.

They are clad in a violet robe adorned with dust that sparkles like stars, large wings covered with white feathers lending elegance to their shoulders.

In their right hand, they clutch a Longsword bursting with lightning, and at their waist, a gleaming silver horn is attached.

–They are the Lord of Silver Heaven, ruler of Lunia, the “Messenger” Balachiel. He commands Heaven's forces against the invaders, leads the Horn Angels, and is the protector of messengers from the Mortal Realm.

As a member of the Heavenly Seven Fierce Society, Balachiel is immortal, almost god-like.

If slain, they would release a blast of divine energy, branding the killer forever, making it instantly recognizable to all orderly and good extraterrestrial creatures that he is the murderer of one of the Seven Role Models.

Within Lunia, with the recognition of Heavenly Mountain's plane, Balachiel's power rivals that of a lesser god.

“Cassius Klaubow Norixius, so it's him.” Balachiel murmurs the name softly.

As the envoy bridging Heaven and various planes, he has certainly heard of this name that has been prominent in recent years, attracting much attention.

He is the emperor of the Ashen Empire, the Red Dragon whose rise was like that of a shooting star, a being who disturbed the status quo of the Fianso Continent by himself.

He has defeated retainers of Bahamut, devoured Pasha of the Empire of the Fire Giant Spirits, and even killed an Abyssal Lord who descended to the Material Plane.

In the eyes of the Aetherial Deity Tribe, Cassius is undoubtedly a dangerous element, but there seems to be a possibility for purification.

Balachiel spreads his left hand open, and in his palm, a vivid image of that Red Dragon appears; he observed intently. “Greed, violence, never satisfied…

Just after establishing a nation, he's already aimed to invade the south for expansion, to plunder wealth, it seems… he still hasn't suppressed the nature of the Red Dragon.”

If so, then let me personally inform him — the significance of justice and order!”

“Boom!”

Balachiel abruptly raises his right hand, brandishing the Longsword bursting with electricity. The dull thunder crackles in mid-air, and the dazzling lightning lights up the night sky of Silver Heaven as though it were daylight.

Instantly, all the Celestials nearby in the Star Sea raise their heads, looking solemnly toward the thunder and lightning in the sky. A member of the Heavenly Seven Fierce Society would march out with an army of the Celestial Race.

They know this means they could be summoned at any moment to become a part of the war.

Chapter end

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