"Keng——"Crassus struck the table with the scepter in his claws, making a crisp metallic sound, like a big bell being struck.
The milky white pole star on the top of the scepter lit up, and a cold wind containing a wisp of Bahamut's aura spread out, instantly sweeping across the entire Hall of Justice, causing all the golden dragons present to feel a shock in their hearts.
Those young Golden Dragons who attended the Golden Dragon Council for the first time opened their mouths wide, with faces full of surprise and shock.
Cassius looked at the shadow of the platinum dragon and the starry sky that appeared in front of him, pretending to be respectful, but he had already coveted the scepter in his heart.
"This is a genuine divine weapon, and its status far exceeds the gemstone snatched from the old silver dragon."
Feeling the powerful and endless fluctuations of divine power, Cassius couldn't help but think so.
Crassus raised his scepter, and the cold wind suddenly dissipated, and he let out a deep, rich, and majestic voice.
"In the name of the current Golden Dragon Archon Crassus, I hereby declare the beginning of the 267th Golden Dragon Parliament."
The ancient golden dragon looked around, sweeping the golden dragons around the long table with a scrutinizing gaze, and then continued: "Everyone, I convened this meeting today mainly to discuss some of the problems that the material world has recently faced.
I believe you all know that after the fall of Holy Fadlan, those beings that had been lurking in the darkness for hundreds of years could no longer hold back. "
"Yeah, those blue dragons in the Brendan Desert have been very active lately."
"The City of All Laws has detected several newly opened abyssal passages, all leading to the material plane."
"We have discovered traces of the long-dormant Dragon Cult in the Seleucid Kingdom. They are mixing with the Church of Tiamat."
"The Nine Hells are not at peace either. The devil has reappeared in the material world."
The golden dragons nodded in agreement. They communicated with each other and shared the disasters and difficulties they had encountered.
And Cassius also listened quietly, integrating the news from the golden dragons all over the world. Under the butterfly effect of the Burning Empire, these events had deviated significantly from the plot in his memory.
When the ten golden dragons discuss a matter together, they can submit proposals to Crassus, put them to a public vote in the Golden Dragon Council, and dispatch golden dragons with corresponding abilities to handle them in an orderly manner.
According to traditions that have lasted for tens of thousands of years, golden dragons that are extremely old or above are qualified to make proposals on their own, while Crassus, as consul, has a veto power.
Soon, the first issue was put to a public vote - it was about the Dragon Cult.
Crassus held the scepter in his hand and waved it gently. Lines of dragon language appeared on the long table. That was the specific information of the task.
"To gather intelligence on the Dragon Cult, we need at least three adult golden dragons."
"Lord Crassus, I live in the Seleucid Kingdom and should be able to complete this task."
"Grandfather, I am willing to accept this task."
"For the glory of the Lord of the North Wind, I am willing to go deep into the enemy camp and gather intelligence!"
These golden dragons, who are born to promote justice and judge evil, volunteered to take on the responsibility of being good dragons.
One by one, pending matters from all over the world were brought to the table. The disasters and evil existences that others seemed to want to avoid were obvious targets in the eyes of the golden dragons.
It is said that some cruel golden dragons will disguise themselves as helpless victims such as women and children, and use themselves as bait to lure any evil creatures lying in ambush nearby. This is the originator of "fishing enforcement."
The meeting lasted for three days and three nights. The golden dragons exchanged information with each other and almost brought all the evil forces in Feanso under their jurisdiction - but did not include the Burning Empire.
"It shouldn't be."
Cassius stroked his beard, feeling somewhat confused.
According to the Golden Dragon's moral values, his Burning Empire should undoubtedly be an "evil force", so why hasn't it been mentioned by the Archon?
He did hear the name of the Burning Empire quite a few times from the discussions of those golden dragons, but Crassus never took it as a mission.
Beside him, the ancient golden dragon named Samuel was quite enthusiastic and seemed to have a good impression of this unfamiliar fellow. "Sir Titus, I have heard about your deeds in the southern part of the continent. The words of those human bards are really interesting."
Across the long table, the ancient golden dragon Elliot also sighed: "Dawnwing, the dragon of dawn, descended from the sky, killed Gruumsh's followers alone, and repelled the attack of hundreds of thousands of orcs."
Cassius shook his head slightly, twirled his whiskers, and smiled politely.
“Haha, Sir Samuel, you are exaggerating. It is just an exaggeration of ordinary people.
I am not fighting alone, and the achievements of my allies should not be overlooked. In the war against the followers of Gruumsh, the Mountain King of Blackrock Mountain and the Twilight Blade of Serenia both played a significant role."
"Keng——"
At this moment, Crassus knocked the scepter again, and all the golden dragons in the audience immediately quieted down and listened quietly to the consul's speech.
The ancient golden dragon looked around before continuing, "In addition to the issues raised in this meeting, there is another matter - a special request for help from a being who once did a favor to our golden dragon clan, the current Duke of North Ethel, Walter Graham."
Samuel seemed to remember something and whispered, "I remember this name is the god-descended noble who rescued Tatiana from hell decades ago?"
"Yes, that's him."
Crassus nodded and gave an affirmative answer.
Tatiana is a female ancient dragon. She was ambushed and captured in a small-scale conflict between metallic dragons and colored dragons. She was then imprisoned in hell by the Dragon Queen for more than two hundred years. It was Walter who rescued her.
Now, Tatiana has fallen into a deep sleep to recuperate from her injuries and did not participate in this parliament. The newcomer Titus has temporarily replaced her.
After hearing Crassus's answer, Samuel said, "We golden dragons are definitely not an ungrateful race. I suggest that we agree to his request for help."
"Yes, when someone who has done us a favor is in trouble, we should lend a helping hand without hesitation."
"He rescued an ancient golden dragon! If Lady Tatiana were here, she would definitely support him with all her might."
The golden dragons echoed one after another, but Cassius's expression was somewhat interesting. He had not expected that the leader of the Fadlan Revival rebels in his previous life would be named the so-called "Duke of North Aithel". It seemed that this was another work of Wilham.
The North Aysel Plain borders the Casper Hills, and happens to be the primary target of the Empire's southward attack - it seems that this time we are finally talking about the Burning Empire.
“You think too simply.”
Crassus's expression was somewhat intriguing, his pale golden pupils revealed helplessness, and he slowly raised the scepter in his hand. "Walter's opponent is not an ordinary existence, but an extremely terrifying red dragon that is far beyond your imagination."
"Red Dragon?"
"Punishing this cruel and brutal dragon is our golden dragon's innate responsibility!"
"These guys have brains full of magma and muscles!"
The young golden dragons were still filled with righteous indignation, while the older golden dragons who were knowledgeable and well-informed already had solemn expressions on their faces, and they all had vague guesses in their hearts.
"His enemy is the ruler of the Great Wasteland of Anzeta, the most powerful red dragon that has appeared in hundreds of years, the Burning Cinder Emperor - Cassius Klauberu Norikius."
Crassus raised the silver staff that symbolized the supreme authority of the Golden Dragon Clan above his head. Sparkling starlight appeared in the Hall of Justice, gradually forming a lifelike image.
——It was an extremely huge red dragon. It roared to the sky and spit out raging flames. The hills under its feet were like low earth slopes, and the demons covered by its wings were like ants.
According to normal proportion calculations, the golden dragons watching discovered an incredible fact - this red dragon is actually hundreds of meters in size, which is simply unimaginable!
"Wow, what a huge red dragon."
"Bahamut, how could a real dragon hundreds of meters tall appear like this?"
"I've heard of him. This Red Emperor almost killed the Grand Elder of the Melward Family, Silver Wing Oszerdro!"
"Lord of the North Wind, I once went to the Elemental Plane of Fire to assist the Prince of Holy Flame. This red dragon is also famous there. The natives call him the Soul Devouring Dragon. He once devoured Pasha of the Fire Giant Empire!"
The golden dragons in the Hall of Justice talked to each other, their voices filled with amazement, shock and even fear. After all, such a giant dragon was a legendary existence even for them.
Tens of thousands of years have passed since the days when giant dragons ruled the earth, and the glory of the ancestral dragons has long since faded. Today, the true dragons, whose bloodlines have been diluted dozens of times, can hardly imagine how powerful their ancestors were.
There are also fledgling young golden dragons who question this: "Isn't our mission as golden dragons to punish evil? Even if this red dragon is as powerful as a god, we should not be afraid.
Lord Crassus, I am willing to accept this mission to repay Walter's kindness!"
——The speaker was none other than the young golden dragon Angel whose name had been stolen by Cassius.
Crassus looked at the young and energetic Angel as if he were a junior, then slowly shook his head.
"Angel, this mission is too dangerous. You are not strong enough to survive such a battle. Going there would only mean you will die in vain. You must have the strength of an ancient dragon to be allowed to go.
What's more, this is a war that is almost impossible to win."
Crassus put down his scepter and said leisurely: "This Cassius is not only powerful, but also has a bloodline comparable to the three generations of ancestral dragons, which means he has the potential to become a dragon king."
He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the ancient golden dragons and ancient golden dragons, because only they could understand the meaning of it.
Sure enough, whether it was Samuel, Elliot or Beatrice, they all looked shocked and their expressions were extremely solemn.
The Dragon King is able to create subspecies of dragons, just as Bahamut gave birth to metallic dragons, Tiamat gave birth to colored dragons, and Sadio created gem dragons.
After the Dragonfall War that caused the decline of the dragons, and after the remaining ancestral dragons died one after another, the emergence of Cassius was no longer just about good and evil, but about the revival of the entire dragon race.
Cassius listened carefully to the secrets that Crassus said, which he had never heard of even in his previous life, and the expression on his face became serious.
"I really made the right decision this time. It's worth it even if I lose this incarnation. I didn't expect that my position is more important than I thought."
Crassus stared at the Bahamut emblem inlaid on the top of the scepter and continued, "And it may be different from what you imagine. According to the information I have obtained, although he is a red dragon, the position of the Burning Cinder Emperor is not inclined towards the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.
He had signed an alliance pact with the Myhrvold clan, allowed silver dragons to enter the core power organs of the empire, and even prayed to His Majesty Bahamut - although that was for assistance.
However, the five-colored dragons are also trying their best to win over Cassius. They have also sent blue dragon messengers several times in an attempt to obtain his offspring. "
At this point, Crassus raised his head, his pale golden eyes, like a pool of molten gold, flickered. "Everyone, the mother of evil dragons is reviving, and she wants to return to the earth and bring disaster to the world.
But the respected Lord of the North Wind, His Majesty Bahamut, will not allow this, and the protracted war between the metal dragons and the five-colored dragons is likely to break out again.
And which side the balance of victory will tilt towards may very likely depend on that neutral unstable factor - the Burning Emperor Cassius."
After hearing the words of the ancient golden dragon, the young golden dragons fell silent and stopped talking. After all, this was a major event concerning the future of the tribe, and they were not qualified to judge it.
Samuel hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Then what should we do? Should we ignore Walter?"
Crassus sighed and said, "It's impossible for him to win. Let's send an ancient dragon over. Trying to save Walter's life is the best we can do."
At this moment, a deep, powerful and exceptionally loud voice rang out.
"I have objections."
All of a sudden, the attention of all the golden dragons present was drawn to it, and they all looked towards the source of the sound—it was none other than the ancient golden dragon Titus, known as the “Wings of Dawn.”
"Does possessing ancestral blood allow me to go against justice and fairness?
The Five-Colored Dragon Queen is far more powerful than the so-called Burning Emperor. Do we have to succumb to her just because of her power?"
Titus' voice was sonorous and powerful, and his true feelings seemed to come from his heart, which moved all the golden dragons present.
The ancient golden dragon had a scorching gaze and the golden scales on his body were shining brightly. At this moment, he was indeed like the dawn light, able to ignite the darkness and bring salvation to the world.
Crassus looked a little unhappy, but he still explained: "We just want to pursue a more ambitious and grander goal, and that is also justice."
"Justice achieved through evil and despicable means is never true justice!"
At this moment, Titus, or Cassius, was completely immersed in the play. He slammed the table and stood up, saying righteously, "Lord Crassus, I don't know what you mean by the Dragon King, the three generations of ancestral dragons, and the bloodline resurrection.
All I know is that there is a brutal red dragon that wants to plunder the territory of kind people, but we, the golden dragon clan, want to ignore it!
I also know that a golden dragon who truly follows the Way of Bahamut will never tolerate such a thing happening in front of him, let alone ignore it! "
Cassius' voice became more and more passionate and resounding, deafening many golden dragons present, and the charm that was enough to distort reality took effect again.
Observing the reactions of the golden dragons, Cassius thought to himself: Bahamut knows nothing about the Way of Bahamut. I know it best! (End of this chapter)
