Chapter 510: Server Launch
"But this is an age of strife, an age of upheaval—a time where Danger and opportunity walk hand in hand."
Suddenly, the music surged with passion. The screen shifted to a battlefield drenched in gunpowder smoke. Artillery roared, thundering across the earth. Mortal soldiers, rifles raised in charge, fell like wheat before a scythe, riddled by relentless rifle fire. Titans—divine offspring of ancient blood—and Angels—children of celestial light—clashed in brutal fury. The ground split open with jagged fissures; the sky trembled. On the very soil of the world, they unleashed cataclysmic devastation.
"Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucus—the three great kingdoms—raged endlessly for the legacy of the Empire. And their divine-blooded nobles, each harboring secret ambitions, fractured the once-unified Sacred Fedran across the continent into hundreds of petty warring states."
"Battle! So damn satisfying!"
"Whoa—Holy Roman Empire?"
"Based on this narrative arc, the Empire is finally coming in!"
The narrator’s voice carried an aura of prophecy.
"With the fall of Sacred Fedran, the vast expanse of the Feiansuo Continent erupted into endless conflict. War flames burned without end."
The scene shifted. On the icy, wind-scoured hills, beyond the iron-and-stone city walls, a heavy cavalry of dwarves—mounted on ram-like beasts—charged forth from the valley, their iron hammers raised high.
"The dwarven Iron Cavalry galloped across the hills."
Deep within the dense forest, beneath ancient, towering trees, the Serrynian elves stood in silver armor, bows drawn, faces serene yet resolute.
"The elven army moved through the woods like shadows."
On the endless wasteland, feral orcs clad in fur roared their war cries. Their dire wolves howled, kicking up swirling dust storms in their wake.
"The orc cavalry thundered across the plains."
"So many new races!"
"Love it, love it!"
"Stop holding me back—I'm going to find my elven wife!"
The screen shifted again—now showing a familiar cityscape, the one Players knew. Dragon riders patrolled the skies. Steam locomotives chugged along the ground. Factories belched thick gray smoke into the air.
The narrator continued:
"The Empire of the North thrives, growing ever stronger—watching this world with hungry eyes."
"It’s Isdalia!"
"Home sweet home! I see my factory!"
"That arena? Built by our Engineering Department!"
"Prestige!"
"For the Empire of Ashen!"
The scene changed once more. Massive warships—hundreds of meters long, with grotesque, sucking tentacles of influence—descended from the sky, casting colossal shadows over the land. Inside their fleshy, pulsating hulls, humanoid figures with octopus-like heads emerged. Their milky-white eyes, devoid of pupils, sent shivers down the spine.
"The Mind Flayer’s ancient and mighty empire has long since fallen—now but a forgotten specter. Yet the shadow of that past still lingers, seeking to possess the bodies of other beings to return to this world."
"Ew… so gross."
"Damn, a Tentacle of Influence monster!"
"Hehe, I love these things. Imagine them paired with dragons—perfect."
"Hey, the guy in front just exposed his status! Could it be Safis? The one who always posts dragon-Tentacle of Influence fan art in the group chat?"
"Bro, your experience points can be obscure—but not this twisted!"
The screen shifted again. Men and women wearing medals of the Dragon Worship Cult emerged from within the palace, whispering prayers in hushed reverence.
At the highest point, a figure in purple robes trembled with frenzy. It donned a golden mask forged from five dragon heads, arms outstretched, screaming the name—Tiamat.
"Tiamat’s Church continues to incite rebellion, becoming one of many factions vying for power across this shattered land. They believe that one day, the immortal queen will descend upon the Prime Material Plane, reclaiming the world for dragons."
"Dragon Queen!"
"He appeared at Kai Di’s coronation!"
"I think I touched the Dragon Queen once…"
"Wait, really?!"
"This update is insane. Ailezegai’s Dog Official is just unstoppable!"
In the endless mountains, before the towering snow peaks, a massive black claw tore open the sky—creating a rift hundreds of meters wide. From within, a tide of grotesque, twisted demons poured forth. Their monstrous wings blotted out the sun. Shadows writhed across the earth.
"Demons have come from the Abyss. They hate all life, spreading chaos and evil, seeking to collapse the entire universe into primordial disorder. And their first target? The remote Anzeta Great Wasteland—and the Empire of Ashen, which claims it."
"Demons are invading?!"
"This has to be the main quest!"
"Defend the Empire!"
"Bro, you pick this one? Everyone else picks soft targets—why go after the Empire?"
"Let’s crush them!"
Finally, the scene settled on the vast military training grounds of Isdalia’s suburbs. Hundreds of thousands of spectators packed the stands, breathless with anticipation.
"In this age of chaos, the fate of the world rests in your hands. Survival or extinction—your choice. This is—"
The narrator’s voice stretched long and dramatic.
With a surge of stirring military music, majestic war drums pounding like the heartbeat of empires, chimera and wyverns darkened the sky. Earth-crawling dragonbeasts and steam tanks dominated the ground. Artillery screamed through the air. Gunfire echoed in unison. Humans, Tieflings, Ogres—familiar faces—marched in perfect formation from the distance, their presence awe-inspiring.
But this was only the beginning.
Portals ripped open across the field. From the Plane of Fire, fire lizards roared, flame wyverns shrieked, fire dwarves swung their war hammers. The Elemental Legion poured forth. Skeleton serpents slithered across the earth. Undead and zombie lords drifted beneath stormy clouds. The Underdark Legion emerged from the depths of the Underworld Realm. Ferocious tigers, polar bears, eagle-lions roared under the guidance of imperial druids, charging from the Wilderness Garden.
And then—real dragons emerged.
A white dragon let out a triumphant, echoing roar. A blue dragon danced through the air in wild spirals. A silver dragon unfurled wings that shimmered like liquid starlight.
"Let’s go!"
"This is the Empire!"
"Wait—is this even Isdalia’s military grounds? Is this a parade?"
"We’ve never been invited to this before!"
Finally, the camera locked onto the high platform. From a low-angle shot, the red noble figure stood in majesty—its massive wings stretching wide, blotting out the sky.
The Red Dragon slowly opened its maw, its voice thunderous, echoing across the world.
"If demons bring fear to the world… then Empire will bring fear to the demons. Crush them!"
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar.
Only then did the narrator speak, voice like steel:
"Ailezegai—The Age of Kings!"
The screen froze on the colossal form of the Red Dragon, wings fully spread. In the center, the golden letters "Ailezegai" burned into the sky.
"For King Kai Xiusu!"
"For the Empire of Ashen! Demons eat my big dragon!"
"Hehehe, King Kai Xiusu…"
"Faithful—loyal!"
"So damn intense!"
"Prestige at max! Kai the Emperor truly is the ultimate Dragon Overlord. Wasn’t he at the end of the last trailer too?"
"I was gonna pick the Elven Kingdom… but this video changed my mind. Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!"
"I’m never changing my battalion! All my homes were in the Empire of Ashen!"
Before the screen, Stuffed Bun was utterly shaken by the spectacle—the passion, the grandeur, the overwhelming energy. His face lit up with pure excitement. He could barely contain himself, desperate to jump into the game and fight for the Empire against the demons.
"Dog Official, let me in now!"
He muttered, breathless.
At that very moment—like the game had heard his plea—the "Enter Game" button on the Game Pod lit up.
Stuffed Bun’s eyes widened. Like an eel slipping into a crevice, he shot into the pod.
"Whoa—!"
"Ailezegai, initiate!"
(End of Chapter)
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