Crassus rubbed his beard and looked helpless again. He had seen many rigid and stubborn people of his tribe. They would follow every commandment of the tribe like monks and do the same thing every day.——And the new member of the tribe in front of him is probably like this. He suffers from mental mysophobia, which is particularly common among the golden dragon tribe.
Does Crassus need to tell him that this is the intention of His Majesty Bahamut himself?
Crassus groaned for a moment before responding in a deep voice: "Titus, although we follow justice, this world is not black and white. Sometimes, compromise and sacrifice are necessary.
Just like with the red dragon, all we can do is try our best to lead him onto the right path and guide him to become the force to resist the five-colored dragon.
We need to convert more people to become followers of justice. We should carry out persistent but subtle actions in the name of kindness, intervene wherever they are needed, but strive to cause as little harm as possible in the process - this is also part of Bahamut's teachings. "
Cassius did not back down, and even "subconsciously" spread his wings and continued his impassioned speech: "This does not mean that we should retreat and tolerate!
Lord Crassus, please believe me, you thought you had pleased the red dragon, but little did you know - this would only make him more unscrupulous, and even turn him into a more evil monster than the Five-Colored Dragon Queen!
Blind indulgence will only lead to further abuse. Only the iron fist of justice can make those who have lost their way understand the true meaning of justice!"
Cassius stood up, waved his dragon claws, and spoke in an extremely earnest tone. The golden dragons present couldn't help but nod their heads, secretly supporting and affirming him.
And the young golden dragons - for example, Angel - followed Titus's actions, stood up excitedly, and cheered continuously, as if they had become loyal fans.
"Master Titus is right! We golden dragons ignore such things!"
"Yes, he is our benefactor!"
"In the name of Bahamut, no matter how strong the enemy is, we must not give up!"
Obviously, compared to Crassus's "appeasement policy" which sounds a bit cruel, this group of golden dragons with a strong sense of morality and most of whom suffer from mental mysophobia agree more with Titus's remarks.
What's more, Cassius also possesses the characteristic of [Wise Wordsman]. His words are extremely contagious and far more convincing than the dry excuses of the ancient golden dragon.
If he were placed in a Munich beer hall in the early 20th century, he would easily steal the future job of an art student.
"After all, they are just a bunch of youngsters. They don't know the significance of the third generation of ancestor dragons to their tribe and even the entire dragon race."
Listening to the indignant voices of the golden dragons, Crassus sighed deeply and shook his head. He knew that it would be difficult for him to change the mind of this strange fellow.
Golden dragons that can reach the ancient dragon stage are the best in the clan. They tend to be more perseverant than ordinary dragons, but they are also more stubborn and difficult to change easily.
As the consul of the Golden Dragon Council of Feanso, all Crassus could do was to try his best to stop the losses.
Thinking of this, the ancient golden dragon said in a heavy voice: "Titus, I agree with your request. You can go to help Walter, but forget about those young people. It's too dangerous."
Cassius nodded and answered steadily, "Of course, I can't let these young golden dragons take risks with me. They are not yet capable of taking on such a responsibility."
"Lord Titus!"
"Grandpa Crassus, I'm willing to go to North Ethel!"
Crassus ignored the anxious requests of the young golden dragons and just gently scolded them, "Nonsense."
The powerful dragon might of the ancient golden dragon spread out, and those young golden dragons that were originally eager to try suddenly trembled, their heads were pressed on the table, and they couldn't even open their wings.
"With your strength, you want to participate in this level of battle? You will only cause trouble for Titus if you go!"
After teaching these overconfident young dragons a lesson, Crassus turned around and looked at Titus with a look of slight regret and envy.
As a fellow golden dragon, he could understand the ancient golden dragon's thoughts very well. Wasn't he the same in the past?
Thousands of years ago, he was also young and vigorous, and was determined to uphold justice. He once broke into the base camp of the Five-Colored Dragon alone and destroyed the Dragon Queen's conspiracy.
But after becoming the Golden Dragon Archon, Crassus shouldered more responsibilities - world order, faith in gods, and the future of race.
Under such heavy pressure, he could no longer follow his heart and act with perseverance as before. Instead, he had to constantly weigh and compromise, carefully maintaining that fragile balance.
Crassus looked at Titus deeply again and said, “Titus, I still want to remind you that this is a war that is almost impossible to win.
It is impossible to defeat the red dragon with your strength alone. Even with the help of the messenger from Mount Heaven, it will be difficult to succeed. Your main task is to save Walter's life as much as possible."
"I know, Lord Crassus."
Cassius looked at the ancient golden dragon, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a slightly bitter smile. "But if we don't try, how can we know whether the enemy can be defeated?
No one is invincible. An unforgivable sinner like me can be content if I can become a candle that burns itself and finally brings a little light to the world."
"Titus Senior"
The young golden dragons present were all moved, and were touched by the spirit of this ancient golden dragon who was willing to sacrifice his life to uphold justice.
Even the ancient golden dragons and pre-historic golden dragons sighed. They didn't expect that this fellow dragon, who was of similar age to them, could have such awareness.
Crassus walked up slowly, took out a necklace inlaid with a gem pendant from the gap between the scales, and said solemnly: "Titus, may Bahamut, the lord of the north wind, protect you."
Just like that, under the gaze of hundreds of golden dragons, Titus, or Cassius, lowered his head solemnly and let the ancient golden dragon put the necklace around his neck.
"I will never let you down."
Cassius promised word for word, and his powerful voice echoed in the empty Hall of Justice, giving people a peaceful and firm strength.
【Platinum Sacred Heart】
It allows the wearer to obtain the protection of Bahamut and resist fatal damage at critical moments.
However, in his heart, unknown to others, Cassius secretly said: "Great, as expected of a wealthy Golden Dragon, he managed to trick someone into giving him a legendary equipment."
But the golden dragons in the Hall of Justice were unaware of the darkness in the heart of "Senior Titus" who stepped forward, and they all clapped their hands, their faces full of admiration.
In the North IJssel Plain, in the city of Collins, the autumn weather is clear and the north wind is howling.
"Your Excellency the Duke, please go in and wait. We will notify you when there is any news."
"No need, I am a descendant of God. With my physique, I don't need to care about this little bit of wind."
Walter Graham flatly rejected the captain of the guard's suggestion. He stood on the top of the city wall, waiting nervously. He paced back and forth from time to time, looking quite anxious.
——Because the reinforcements promised to him by the Golden Dragon Archon Crassus will arrive today.
The trip to Mount Paradise left a deep impression on him. Even a powerful ancient golden dragon like Crassus seemed a little panicked and even tried to escape after hearing the name "Cassius".
This also made Walter realize one thing more deeply.
——It is impossible to resist the southward advance of the Burning Empire, let alone defeat the red dragon, with one's own strength alone.
Therefore, within a few days, he traveled all over the continent of Feanso, and even the multiverse, to seek help. He used all the connections he had accumulated over the past hundred years, but unfortunately, few people responded. In the situation of constant conflict on the continent of Feanso, few forces would go against the terrible red dragon for the so-called "justice and justice".
To date, the allies Walter has gathered include mages from the Arcane Hermitage, rangers from the Harper Alliance, and the "Messenger" Barachiel.
Although he has gathered a considerable force, the reinforcements from the Golden Dragon clan are still extremely important to him. After all, metal dragons are the best at dealing with five-colored dragons.
Just then, the soldier's scream interrupted his thoughts.
"Look at it!"
"Then, what is that?"
"By Amaunator! I have never seen a dragon so huge!"
Walter quickly raised his head and looked towards the sky with great excitement. He finally saw the golden dragon reinforcements he had been thinking about and looking forward to for a long time.
"This is."
I saw a huge golden dragon in the sky, which was more than thirty meters long from head to tail.
The golden scales covering his body were like armor made of gold, reflecting the light of metal, and there were some exquisite and mysterious patterns carved on them.
Under the sunlight, the giant dragon was surrounded by layers of golden halo, presenting a magnificent scene like a god descending.
In an instant, words like dawn, rising sun, and daybreak appeared in the minds of all the soldiers, and they involuntarily let down their guard.
"Roar--"
The golden dragon stretched its neck and let out a long roar.
He then flapped his wings and flew in a unique wave motion, swimming gracefully through the air before finally landing on the city wall and folding his wings.
Even though he moved lightly, the entire city wall still trembled noticeably because of his huge weight.
Cassius looked down at the human in front of him, maintaining a serious attitude, and slowly said: "Good day, Sir Walter, I am the ancient golden dragon Titus.
I am here under the order of the Golden Dragon Council and in the name of His Majesty Bahamut to help you resist the invasion of the Red Dragon."
"Amaunator, thank you for coming!" Walter hurried forward, looking very excited, and the wings behind him were trembling.
An ancient golden dragon, as the best among the true dragons, each ancient golden dragon is extremely precious, which is a great help to him.
It seems that the ancient golden dragon Crassus is still loyal and righteous. Although he said he didn't support him, he actually extended a helping hand.
Titus
Walter repeated the name, and as if he had thought of something, he looked up in surprise.
"Are you the Dawn Dragon, Dawnwing, mentioned by the bards? The golden dragon that helped the dwarves repel the invasion of orcs?"
"It's just an exaggeration of a mortal." Cassius said lightly, acknowledging his own identity.
“Great, great”
Walter murmured to himself that things were better than he had imagined. He didn't expect Crassus to send an ancient golden dragon that had defeated the God's Favored One.
He looked up again and saw the badge on the golden dragon's chest shining brightly. There was no doubt about his identity - he was indeed a member of the Golden Dragon Council.
"Mr. Walter"
Cassius just whispered his name.
Walter immediately realized that he didn't have much time, and he didn't even have time to adjust his mood - the red dragon in the north had been eyeing him covetously and might move south at any time.
"Sir Titus, please follow me. We have made all preparations to resist the invasion of the red dragon. And you are the last piece of the puzzle."
Walter took Cassius into the city and came to the hall where war strategies were planned.
There, the divine nobleman told Cassius everything he knew without hesitation. He explained to Cassius in detail the defense of North Aether and introduced allies from all over the world, including the "Messenger" Barachiel.
"No matter how powerful that red dragon is, with our strength, we can make it flee, or even die here."
Walter's words were quite excited and continuous, as if he was trying hard to support his confidence.
But he didn't know that he was personally leaking all the information to his biggest enemy and the target of this operation - Cassius.
Cassius narrowed his eyes and listened quietly to Walter's words, recording them all in his heart.
"Lord Lucia, the messenger Barachiel, is another being of quasi-divine power."
"Haha. I'd like to see the quality of these celestial beings."
Burning Empire, Dragon Blood Mountain.
The red dragon lay coiled on the throne, its huge body, which was as big as a hill and more than fifty meters long from head to tail, rising and falling, and thick white sulfur smoke spewed out from between the teeth of its bloody mouth.
——This is the emperor of the Burning Empire, the supreme ruler of Anzeta, Cassius Klauberu Norikius.
Clusters of flames shot up from the cracks in the ground and continued to burn, just like the growing trees and weeds.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderous sound was heard, and an extremely powerful pressure descended. A scorching hurricane swept across the entire Dragon Blood Mountain, and boiling magma gushed out from the ground.
The master here has awakened!
"Shh-"
The red dragon suddenly opened his eyes, flames flickered in his light golden vertical pupils, and a chilling fighting spirit filled the air.
The corners of Cassius' mouth rose slightly, and a ferocious smile appeared on the red dragon face.
He stretched out his giant claws and pointed the sharp tip of his claws at a point on the map in front of him. "Since they can't wait any longer, let's do as they wish and start from North Ethel."
"It's time to let the world witness my power!" (End of this chapter)
