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Chapter 811: Seleucus Situation
After the world-shattering clash between the Emperor of the Ashen Flame and the Lord of the Putrid Marsh, the climate of Northwestern Seleucus underwent a transformative shift. The dark clouds that had perpetually shrouded the sky due to Erebus’s influence vanished without a trace, and the poisonous mists that once choked the earth gradually dissipated. Beneath the cleansing light of the sun, the damp ground dried swiftly, and the once-terrifying Decay Swamp began to reclaim its former identity as a lush, primordial forest. Birds, Linglu, wild boars, and other creatures returned to the woods. The land was finally regaining its lost vitality.
Meanwhile, with Erebus’s death, Linying City’s conquest, and the complete annihilation of the Green Dragon Sect’s main force, the Ember Legion swept through the entire northern collapse zone with minimal resistance. The people, long suffering under the brutal exploitation and oppression of the Dragon Worship Church—living in constant fear, like fish in boiling water—welcomed the Empire’s forces not as conquerors, but as saviors. Many would have fallen to their knees in reverence, had they the chance.
The southern expeditionary army of the Ashen Empire, led by Marshal Dolo, established garrisons across the region, securing over a third of the former kingdom’s territory. Yet, in appearance, the ruling authority still rested in the hands of the Fadalan people, headed by Duke Adrian. Based in Linying City as a temporary capital, Adrian formed the Sereus Interim Government, welcoming rebels fleeing from across the realm, and forging an "Anti-Dragon-Worshiping Church Alliance" with the Ashen Empire’s southern forces.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of players drawn by the War Mission surged southward into the Kingdom of Seleucus, becoming a crucial force within the allied ranks.
In the southeast and southwest of the kingdom, the Dragon Worship Church had amassed a vast army—Dragonkin soldiers, monstrous Dragon Beasts, and dozens of Five-Colored Sinister Dragons—forming an iron curtain stretching from one end of the realm to the other, surrounding the Ember expeditionary forces.
Now, nearly a million soldiers, hundreds of thousands of Dragon Beasts, and over a hundred dragons gathered near the Lock Great Rift, the border divide, forming turbulent currents of war. The opposing sides could see each other’s weapons and armor with startling clarity. And under the Divine Oracle of Tiamat, more Five-Colored Dragons and cultists streamed in from across Feanso, preparing for a final, life-or-death battle against the Ashen Empire.
It was clear to all: the air was thick with gunpowder. The next clash was imminent.
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Linying City.
Once a ruin reclaimed by the Green Dragon, the city now slowly rebuilt from ashes, finally beginning to stir with the bustle of returning life. Streets filled with people moving back and forth, lively and vibrant. Yet, the sky above still swarmed with Wyverns, and strange, outlandish figures in eccentric attire wandered the streets—foreigners outnumbering locals.
The place seeing the most foot traffic, however, was not Baron Adrian’s provisional government residence, but the southern Expeditionary Command Headquarters—headquarters of Marshal Dolo.
A middle-aged man in a long, flowing robe of arcane design, wearing a monocle, strode briskly toward the entrance. He was halted by a Half-Dragon Guard, rifle raised.
"Invitation and pass? Marshal Dolo is swamped with duties. No time for idle guests."
"I am Dionysius Upton," the man replied with a calm smile, drawing from his sleeve a disc-like object of metallic sheen. "Does this suffice as a pass?"
The guard exchanged glances, then took the disc, vanished into the compound, and returned moments later, bowing deeply.
"Enter, Marshal Dolo has been awaiting you for some time."
Dionysius Upton—the envoy of the Ancient Gold Dragon from Heaven’s Mountain, the Bahamut Envoy traversing Feanso, and a figure revered by minstrels as the Harbinger of Dawn—had come as a representative of the Metal Dragon Race to deliver a message of goodwill and propose a military alliance with the Empire.
Not long after, a lavishly decorated wagon pulled up at the headquarters. From it stepped a young noblewoman of Blue Dragon blood, draped in heavy silk robes, hurrying forward and presenting the Ashen Empire’s official invitation—she was admitted without delay.
Moments later, a lone Elven Ranger dismounted from a white steed at the entrance, handing over a personal letter from Queen Serrynia.
Even more astonishing, a wagon emblazoned with the Sun Sacred Emblem rolled through the city gates, drawn by two golden Pegasi, its banner proudly displaying the emblem of the Cassander Kingdom.
Soon, the headquarters became a hub of gathering power. Humans, Elves, Dragonborn, Five-Colored Dragons, and representatives from every race across the Feanso continent watched closely. To most, the arrival of any deity was not a blessing—but a harbinger of catastrophe. For them, the descent of Tiamat was not salvation, but the end of all things.
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Expeditionary Command Headquarters.
The entrance was guarded by fully armed sentries. Inside the grand hall, only a few envoys sat—representatives from across Feanso, their expressions tense, uneasy.
Imperial Duke and expeditionary commander Marshal Dolo sat upon his throne-like seat, calm and composed. At his side, Baron Adrian—now more accurately Duke Adrian—sat, his aura slightly dimmer, his presence subdued.
Few envoys were permitted to attend. All were personally dispatched by their respective leaders. Walls were inscribed with powerful wards of silence and prophecy-shielding magic, ensuring the utmost secrecy.
Dionysius rose first, nodding slightly toward the towering Giant Ogre Marshal.
"Marshal Dolo," he said, "in these tense times, I’ll cut straight to the point. I am Dionysius, Envoy of King Bahamut. For years, my race—the Metal Dragons—have fought the Dragon Worship Church in the western reaches of Tower Liro. We stand ready to ally with your noble cause, to utterly eradicate the Blue Dragon Sect and bring the House Faria to ruin."
"Disgusting Metal Dragon!" A Blue Dragon-blooded noblewoman shot to her feet, her brows knitted in fury, eyes flashing with wrathful fire. It was Christina, in human form.
"You started this war!" she shouted. "You provoked House Faria without cause, invaded our nest, slaughtered our kin! How dare you speak of alliance?"
Dionysius regarded her with icy detachment. "The offspring of Tiamat dares appear here? House Faria is now the enemy of us all."
"Unbelievable!" Christina spat. "You speak of justice while hiding behind the madness of Gorazdra? Who first murdered our kin? Was it not your own Gorazdra Elder?"
She clenched her fists, forcing down her rage, her voice low and bitter. "Bloodline does not define destiny. King Kai Xiusu is a Red Dragon—born of the Five-Colored Dragons. Yet you do not call him your enemy."
Dionysius smirked. "King Kai Xiusu did not sell his soul to Tiamat like your House Faria has."
"Enough!" Christina slammed her palm on the table. Then, regaining composure, she said coldly: "You claim Gorazdra acted alone. But she is mad. Her actions are hers alone—not ours."
Dionysius clapped slowly, mockingly. "How charming. The Blue Dragon, so full of hypocrisy. You enjoyed the strength she gave you—then, when the storm comes, you deny her. Are all your kind so blind?"
His words ignited fury among those with long-standing grudges against the Five-Colored Dragons—Copper Dragons, Dwarves, Elves—whose envoys now glared at the Blue Dragon with open hostility.
Even Marshal Dolo watched Christina closely, intrigued, gauging her reaction.
The conflict between Metal Dragons and Five-Colored Dragons meant nothing to Dolo. His sole purpose was to fulfill the Emperor’s command: maximize Empire gains with minimal loss, securing the entire Kingdom of Seleucus.
Facing the weight of countless eyes upon her, Christina stood tall, unafraid. She turned to Dolo, her voice steady.
"Duke Dolo, you know well—moral codes mean nothing to the Empire."
She clenched her fist. "House Faria holds deep roots in the Taliro Desert. We command many Blue Dragon Sect forces. We possess vital intelligence. We can deliver unmatched benefits to the Empire."
"Sounds promising," Dolo murmured.
But then his gaze sharpened, assessing. "Yet—how can the Empire trust you? How do we ensure you won’t betray us?"
Dionysius scoffed. "Foolish. You are the greatest beneficiaries of the Blue Dragon Sect’s destruction. An enemy chieftain seeking refuge? Never seen it before."
Christina replied, "No cost to you. This is a fair exchange. We will avoid conflict with the Empire, assist in stabilizing the Tower Liro region after the war. In return, you guarantee the safety of my people."
Dolo smiled. "The Empire and House Faria have a long history. This arrangement is no problem. As long as our collaboration continues, all is well."
He turned to the others. "And what of your sincerity?"
Dionysius answered with unwavering confidence: "For years, we have given our all—resisting the Church’s atrocities, leading rebellions among the people of Domain Seleucus. We offer full alliance: a two-pronged attack from the northwest and northeast, flanking the Blue Dragon Sect from both sides, utterly destroying them."
A Dwarf envoy from the south rose, grumbling. "We Dwarves have suffered under those damned Dragonborn for too long. Forced to dig ore, forge weapons, slave for their glory—this is unbearable!"
An Elf envoy from Serrynia stood as well, voice icy. "Queen Catherine supports all divine interventions against evil alignments. We will send elite Silver Moon Guards."
"Thank you," said Duke Adrian, his voice solemn. "I believe the people of Seleucus will never surrender to those evil Dragonborn."
"Excellent," Dolo said, smiling. "With your help, the Allied Forces will grow stronger. The Dragon Worship Church will fall."
And so, a loose, eclectic alliance formed—humans, Dwarves, Elves, even Dragonborn—would soon send vast, mixed forces to the front lines, to face the Church’s army.
But the Church was no weak foe. Under Tiamat’s Divine Oracle, Five-Colored Dragons and evil Hybrid Dragons poured onto the battlefield, seeking favor from the Mother of Monsters.
War on both sides grew ever stronger.
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On the wagon outside the city, disguised as a driver, the Blue Dragon turned her head, voice low.
"Miss, are we really going to betray the Dragon Worship Church completely? Gorazdra’s wrath—"
Christina laughed coldly, waving a hand. "Who said we have to choose one side? Two-sided betting is the tradition of House Faria. Once the war begins, we’ll stay back, watch and wait—especially the battle between Kai Xiusu and Gorazdra. Whoever wins… we’ll back them."
The Blue Dragon hesitated. "But what if the Dragon Queen is furious? What if she punishes us?"
Christina’s expression turned icy. "For thousands of years, we’ve served her, fought for her, given our lives—what reward have we received? This war, we’ve lost over twenty kin. And still, she ignores us. If the Church falls, allying with the Ashen Empire is the wiser path."
The Blue Dragon trembled. "But… she’s the True God. The ancestor of all Five-Colored Dragons!"
Christina plucked a strand of hair, winding it around her finger. "True God? Even gods cannot descend to the Material Plane. If I can become King Kai Xiusu’s mate… then even if the True God comes, what fear remains?"
The wagon rolled onward, past the city walls, deep into the desert. As it neared Tower Liro, the horses suddenly screamed in panic, legs buckling—on the verge of collapse.
Then—boom.
The wagon exploded apart. A cloud of dust swelled, and from within, a massive Blue Dragon emerged, her form expanding in the open air. Her claws dug deep into the sand, and she let out a long, suppressed roar—release after years of restraint.
"Ugh… that Transformation Spell was unbearable."
The horse broke free, fleeing in terror. But the Blue Dragon lunged, her claw snapping forward, seizing the stallion whole. With a loud crunch, the beast was devoured, blood and meat flying.
"Come," she said, wiping crimson from her lips with a claw. "Back to the Dragon Nest."
She spread her wings, taking flight. A fierce, sand-laden storm erupted in her wake.
(End of Chapter)
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