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Chapter 560: Authority and Celebration
Swish—
The fragments imbued with Law Force surged toward the Altar, merging into the bodies of the Imperial Favored.
In an instant, Heaven and Earth trembled. The wind roared across the Wasteland, a scorching gale tearing through the land. From the sky, thick, rolling Dark Clouds erupted, thunderbolts crackling and roaring within like the growls of a furious beast.
An overwhelming Aura of Intimidation radiated outward from the Isdalia Grand Altar, spreading across a hundred-mile radius in mere moments.
Birds hovered midair, their cries frantic and panicked. Linglu cawed in distress. Even the dragons bred and kept by the Empire let out deep, rumbling roars before bowing their heads toward Isdalia.
“What… is that?”
“Why do my legs feel so weak?”
“By Kai Xiusu, what is this?”
The onlookers—Imperial Nationals—exclaimed in awe, their hearts stirred by an instinctive, profound reverence. Not the kind born of fear for strength or bloodline, but a natural, deep-seated respect for the World Law itself.
Hummmm—
With a thunderous crackle in the air, sand and dust spiraled into the sky. A violent hurricane whipped across the wasteland.
Above Isdalia, a beam of light, hundreds of meters wide, descended slowly from the heavens, enveloping every Dragon-Blooded Noble upon the Altar.
The power fragments dissolved within their bodies, releasing surging waves of strength that spiraled into colossal vortexes of energy.
“This feeling… it’s…”
Cannibal Magician Lanpu strained to lift his hand, staring down at his palm. His pupils dilated in shock.
“Unbelievable.”
As a Special Grade Duke of the Empire of Ashen, Lanpu possessed the highest-tier Permissions. And as a Spellcaster, he could feel the Edict’s power wrapping around him—Elemental Energy, Enchantments, the very Weave of Magic—all responding to his will.
The world around him felt as if it were under his control. This sensation was utterly new, intoxicating, and deeply pleasurable. The Ogre Magus was overwhelmed—this was nothing short of divine power.
Lanpu knew: within the Empire’s borders, he could now effortlessly kill his own self from just a few days prior. He could even stand against the legendary “Silver Wings.”
And for the Emperor of the Ashen Flame—his Master—who had bestowed such Authority so freely, Lanpu felt tears welling up in his eyes. Overwhelmed with gratitude.
He lifted his gaze, staring up at the colossal, indistinct silhouette in the sky, shrouded in a halo of light.
“Master…”
Yet, even after gaining this Authority, the Red Dragon did not seem weaker in Lanpu’s eyes—on the contrary, it had become more transcendent, more godlike.
Now, he saw that the Emperor of the Ashen Flame was wrapped in Law Force far superior to his own. Just by rank, the sheer weight of that presence made Lanpu tremble in fear.
The Red Dragon hung high in the sky, wings spread wide. The world bent to its will—everything, every force, every motion, was under its control.
At this moment, Kai Xiusu stood at the very heart and core of the world, wielding absolute and total Imperial Authority—the complete dominion over the Empire’s internal order.
Meizhuolashi, who had been kneeling on the ground, rose to his feet, sword drawn. He felt the Law Force coursing through his body. For the first time, the normally cold and stoic expression on his face melted into a look of deep, almost reverent pleasure.
He looked up at the sky, where the Red Dragon blazed like a Sun God, its light stretching ten thousand zhang into the heavens. He whispered, almost dreamily:
“His Majesty…”
With a flick of his blood-stained longsword, he sent ripples through the air. The blade hummed with terrifying power, as if it could slice through anything in existence.
The Tiefling gripped his sword tightly, his hands trembling slightly. In the depths of his dark eyes, the flame of the Representative Dragon Bloodline flickered and burned.
“May the Empire endure forever,” he declared, voice firm and resolute.
Having endured the agony of loss and the hardship of exile, Meizhuolashi knew full well how heavy this strength truly was.
Now, after receiving the Emperor’s Authority, he finally had the power to protect his people—his entire race—from destruction.
He knew: from this day forward, the Tiefling people were irrevocably bound to the Emperor’s War Chariot. They would follow the Empire without end—until the last of their kind was gone.
Hahaha! I feel it!
This is—true strength!
A wild, boisterous laugh echoed across the Altar. Great Goblin Dolo, newly sprouted with Dragon Wings, hovered midair, laughing without restraint.
He felt the immense power flooding through him. With a sudden roar, he raised one claw—and lightning, crackling and snapping, erupted from his fingertips.
He howled, hurling the bolt toward the distant sky.
Boom!
Dark clouds split open. Lightning tore through the heavens, streaks of brilliant white fire flashing across the sky. The wind howled as Dolo spread his broad Dragon Wings, stretched his claws, and let out a long, triumphant roar—drunk on his newfound power.
Thud!
A sharp pain exploded at the back of his head. Darkness flashed before his eyes. Furious, he spun around.
There stood Lanpu, calm as ever, casually tapping his Scepter against Dolo’s skull—delivering a solid, crushing blow to the airborn Great Goblin.
And as Imperial Prime Minister, Lanpu’s Permissions were inherently higher than Dolo’s. That extra half-rank was enough to grant him absolute superiority.
The storm vanished. Lightning ceased. The space around Dolo constricted, crushing him back down to the ground.
He landed hard, struggling to lift his head, snarling low and fierce:
“Lanpu! Are you trying to challenge me?!”
Lanpu stared coldly at the Great Goblin, his voice low and measured:
“Duke Dolo. I thought you might’ve grown slightly wiser. Do you truly believe this power is yours?”
With a light tap of his Scepter on the ground, Lanpu unleashed the Emperor’s highest-tier Permissions. The Law Force wrapping Dolo dissolved instantly.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Lanpu pointed his Scepter toward the sky.
“You’ve been blinded by power,” he said coldly. “Have you forgotten who the true center of this ceremony is?”
Dolo froze. Fear gripped him. Cold sweat dripped from his brow. He followed the Scepter’s direction.
There, high above, the Emperor of the Ashen Flame still hung in the sky, wrapped in the very fabric of the World’s Edict. The strength he had just claimed—now, in the Red Dragon’s presence, was as insignificant as dust.
“Yes… yes, His Majesty… I—I lost my senses. I forgot… this was Your Bestowal.”
The pressure lifted. Dolo slowly pulled himself up, heart pounding. He had nearly committed a grievous transgression—right before the Emperor’s eyes.
“Be careful, Duke Dolo,” Lanpu said, raising his hand. The air around them shattered like glass—his Phantom Image had concealed the brief clash from all eyes.
Such a direct confrontation between two Dukes could have shaken the Empire’s foundation.
Dolo lowered his head, face grim. The euphoria of power had vanished. He had been utterly humiliated—publicly, before His Majesty.
He would now have to bow to Lanpu for the rest of his days.
But this was merely a minor incident in the grand ritual.
As the light beam faded, every Dragon-Blooded Noble upon the Altar had received a portion of the Empire Domain’s Permissions.
Take, for example, Dragon Blood Baron Graes. He felt the faint pulse of Law Force in his hands, his face alight with excitement.
“This… this is what I’ve wanted ever since the Abyss War,” he murmured. “Now I can finally live in peace—no more fear of invasion. I can enjoy the luxuries of being a Dragon-Blooded Noble.”
Higher up, the Dragon Blood Viscount Stuffed Bun stared at his Character Sheet, utterly stunned.
“Whoa… this is insane.”
> [You have been affected by Imperial Grant of Divine Authority. You now possess Battalion Trait: Imperial Representative - Viscount]
Imperial Representative - Viscount
Special Abilities:
- Dragonblood Viscount - Sealing: Within the Empire’s territory, as an Imperial Favored directly appointed by the Emperor of the Ashen Flame, you can Blockade the Weave of Magic, creating an Anti-Magic Field effect.
- Dragonblood Viscount - Control: Within the Empire’s territory, you can partially Control Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind—manipulating elemental energy to trigger spell effects.
- Dragonblood Viscount - Protection: Within the Empire’s territory, you can generate a Shield around your body.
Stuffed Bun stared at the list for a long time before finally muttering:
“…Well, I guess I’m officially invincible now.”
The only downside? These powers only worked within the Empire—specifically, in the core regions. They couldn’t be used in the South.
But Stuffed Bun understood. If such overpowered abilities spread, it would ruin the game balance. Other battalions wouldn’t stand a chance.
Yet a sudden thought struck him—What if the Empire of Ashen conquers the entire world? Then he could roam freely, unchallenged.
“Earlier, I thought joining the Empire meant I couldn’t change my battalion—it was a disadvantage. But now… it’s all blessings!”
Stuffed Bun looked up at the sky, at the great Dragon, and sighed with genuine awe.
As the Bestowal concluded, the light beam faded. The tremors subsided.
The Dragon-Blooded Nobles emerged before the crowd—new, radiant, exuding dignity and majesty.
Lanpu, now nearly ten meters tall, knelt before the Altar, his voice filled with devotion:
“Thank you, His Majesty, for your Bestowal.”
Before he even finished, every Dragon-Blooded Noble knelt in unison, echoing his words.
“Long live the Empire of Ashen!”
“Long live Emperor Kai Xiusu!”
Cannon fire erupted. The Two-Headed Dragon spiraled through the air, roaring. Semi-Goatfolk began playing a triumphant hymn.
The Imperial Nationals, watching in awe, felt envy burn in their hearts. They longed to stand upon the Altar themselves. They raised their arms, screaming with thunderous voices.
High above, the Red Dragon’s spine-lights dimmed. Its vast flames wings—stretching thousands of meters—began to dissipate.
Kai Xiusu gently flapped his wings, descending slowly toward the peak of the Isdalia Grand Altar.
As he descended, the Altar trembled, the ground shuddered, and dust rose in great clouds.
The Red Dragon landed on strong hind legs, rising upright before the throne, spreading its massive wings with a sound like thunder.
“People of the Empire,” he proclaimed, his voice echoing across the land, “as you have seen—those who serve the Empire, who give their wealth, power, and strength to the Ashen Flame… you shall receive whatever you desire!”
“Long live Emperor Kai Xiusu!”
“Long live the Empire!”
“May the Great Red Dragon live forever!”
The crowd erupted like a wildfire. Their cheers rose so high they seemed to pierce the heavens.
Sunlight poured down onto the vast, white Altar. At the foot of the raised dais, the sea of people roared, chanting, waving Empire banners, singing the familiar Hymn to Kai Xiusu.
“This gratitude—how can it be returned?”
“All people worship together, the great red dragon in the heavens!”
Among them, Players joined in, singing songs of all kinds—some even pulled out magical Speakers and blasted their favorite heavy metal rock.
The members of the Dragon Fanatics Association, standing at the base of the Altar, stared up at the Red Dragon’s mighty form, drool nearly dripping from their mouths.
“King Kai Xiusu…”
Heh heh…
“That tail… even just touching it would bring longevity. Just smelling it—would be like drinking nectar!”
Their lewd remarks spilled freely from their lips, drawing disapproving glances from the native inhabitants. Many instinctively stepped back, uncomfortable.
In a dark alley of Isdalia, beneath the shadows, a figure in a gray robe appeared.
Richard Sieg lifted his head, eyes fixed on the silhouette upon the Altar—the one already showing clear signs of Dragonization.
His lips tightened.
“Abeir… wait for me. I’ll find a way. I will rescue you. But first… I want to see you. Just once.”
The Half-Elf Ranger pulled down his hood, vanishing silently into the shadows.
On the ground, a single wet mark remained—where a drop of water had fallen.
(End of Chapter)
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