Chapter 124: Sovereign Ascendant
Within Telo City, key locations such as the City Governor’s Mansion, the Military and Civil Administration Hall, and the Armory were swiftly seized by the Goblin Army.
Though there were brief flashes of resistance—faint ripples in the tide of conquest—those loyal to Baron Dawson’s City Defense Force fought back with desperate courage. Over a hundred men and women, screaming cries of “For Lord Dawson!” and “For the glory of Telo City!”, charged headlong into the monstrous horde.
Yet the Great Goblins stood in silent, unbroken lines, spears raised high.
Boom!
The thunderous gunshot split the air.
And then—silence.
The city was thick with gunsmoke and the cloying scent of blood.
The fallen defenders were hung from the city walls, their bodies riddled with holes, still dripping blood. A grim spectacle. Citizens dared only steal glances at the grotesque display, their hearts frozen with dread.
Don’t go out…
Don’t look…
Families sealed their doors, covered their children’s eyes, trembling in fear, whispering prayers into the dark.
But soon, they were forced to step outside.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door trembled under the weight of the blows. Outside stood the grim, snarling faces of Great Goblins and Lizardfolk.
The children burst into tears—only to be silenced by their parents’ panicked hands clamped over their mouths.
No one dared resist.
Even though Great Goblins and Lizardfolk were among the most disciplined of the Dragon Vein Beasts within Ashen Hollow—loyal to order, bound to strength—there was still something in their eyes. A restrained fury. A hunger. They were waiting. Hoping for one brave soul to defy them, so they could tear him apart.
Some might have been killed by the uncontrolled frenzy of the Dragonblooded followers—but no one noticed. No one cared.
In the suffocating atmosphere of terror, Telo City still maintained its fragile order.
Everyone knew—this was the beginning of a new age.
The age of the Red Dragon.
But no one knew when it would end.
Or what it would be like.
The Monster army herded the citizens into the Central Square—the once-bustling heart of the city, now a silent tomb of dread.
Nobles, soldiers, commoners, beggars—all were driven here, regardless of rank or rags.
They stood in silence, trembling, like condemned prisoners awaiting judgment.
And they waited.
Then—suddenly—the eyes of the City Defense Force, already subdued and pacified, turned toward the horizon. Their voices trembled. So did the hearts of the people.
“Good heavens…”
“What… what is that?”
“Gods protect us…”
A storm of Wyverns approached, pressing close together like a swirling, suffocating cloud. They darkened the sky, blotting out the sun.
But even they were mere attendants.
The Two-Headed Dragon parted the sky like a curtain, carving a wide path through the air.
And then—descending like a wrathful god—came the Red Dragon.
Kai Xiusu’s shadow stretched across the ground, vast and crushing, nearly swallowing the crowd whole. Then—crash!—he landed upon the central plaza, the impact shaking the earth.
The colossal figure stood at the heart of the square.
Dust rose in a storm.
When the haze cleared, the people could finally see him.
A terrifying Red Dragon.
Huge. Unyielding. A living embodiment of raw power.
His massive horns swept back like a crown of fire. His golden eyes burned with an inner flame, searing with divine wrath.
When his gaze swept over the crowd, a primal fear surged through every soul. Instinctively, heads bowed. The weak collapsed to their knees.
Then the beast opened his jaws.
A wave of searing heat blasted forward—scorching the air.
The people gasped.
The Flame Avatar… The rumor had been true.
“Citizens of Telo City,” boomed the voice—deep as thunder, echoing from the heavens.
The noble Lord Burton, who had barely managed a smile, collapsed instantly, paralyzed by fear.
Kai Xiusu spoke calmly, yet with absolute authority:
“I know Telo City once had glory. Your ancestors stood against the White Dragon, the Frost Giants. You were once the Famous City of Heroic Wind.”
His voice paused.
“But that is all in the past.”
“Now… this land is mine.”
“I will forge a new order here—solely for Ashen Hollow. Anyone who defies me shall face ultimate destruction.”
He lifted his massive head, golden pupils narrowing.
“Who supports me? Who opposes?”
His gaze swept over the sea of terrified faces—nobles, soldiers, commoners. Not a single soul dared meet his eyes.
Silence.
Then—
A voice cracked from the ground.
Lord Burton, trembling, face pressed into the dirt, whispered:
“Ruler… the King of Burning Ash…”
When the Red Dragon’s gaze locked onto him, his entire body convulsed. Sweat poured from his jowls, his fat cheeks quivering. But summoning every ounce of will, he staggered to his feet and roared:
“The old era is dead! Hail… hail the King of Burning Ash! He leads Telo City!”
He raised his arms, shaking.
“King of Burning Ash!”
“King of Burning Ash!”
“He leads Telo City… and he shall lead the world!”
At first, only silence.
Then—Great Goblins and Lizardfolk raised their weapons, roaring in unison.
And one by one, the citizens, forced by the monsters’ presence, joined the chant—though their hearts were hollow.
A celebration built upon the ruin of their city.
Kai Xiusu watched the screaming horde, the frenzied followers, the trembling masses.
He saw the truth.
Beneath the surface of discipline, the Dragonblooded beasts seethed with brutal desires—eyes red with hunger, mouths gaping with breath like furnace vents, horns like jagged blades.
They longed for slaughter. They needed to spill blood.
Only his presence—his iron will—kept them in check.
Had he not arrived in person, the city would have descended into a massacre rivaling The Sorrow of Northwind Keep.
And that was not what he wanted.
He did not seek chaos.
He did not want to build a realm of blood and fire—like the Deep Abyss Demons, reviled and hunted wherever they went.
This is the Red Dragon’s brutal bloodline.
They are weapons. They are not rulers.
Player… I must control more Players.
And I must find a way to temper the chaos… the brutality… within this blood.
Inwardly, Kai Xiusu acknowledged the truth.
The wild, chaotic, evil currents of the Red Dragon’s blood had already begun to seep into his own mind.
Brutality. Arrogance. A thirst for blood.
He sometimes displayed these traits without even realizing it.
And worse—sometimes, he couldn’t even perceive them.
(End of Chapter)
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