Chapter 611: The Torrent of WarNear the town of Nemir in the west of Anzeta, there is the largest desolate desert in the empire, and here, there is a mysterious warehouse area hidden.
In this area, hundreds of identical-looking warehouses are neatly arranged, surrounded by high concrete walls and surrounded by caltrops.
However, behind this seemingly peaceful scene, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there are strict confidentiality measures.
Wyverns and fire dragons circle above it, and fully armed imperial guards stand guard and patrol day and night. Any unauthorized entry will be treated severely.
"Woo——"
Accompanied by the shrill sound of whistles, dozens of military steam trains roared in and stopped at the entrance of the warehouse area.
At the quartermaster's command, the well-trained half-dragon soldiers formed neat rows and quickly got off the vehicle.
"All soldiers, stay where you are!"
"Yes, sir."
A dragon officer in a dark green woolen coat walked down from the middle of the train. He carefully looked through the documents in his hand, and then looked towards the warehouse in the distance.
Only officials of the Imperial Military knew that this was the "Dragon's Nest", the largest military reserve warehouse in the empire. Its scale was staggering, with a total area of 45 square kilometers.
The warehouse has a wide variety of ammunition, from traditional artillery ammunition to advanced enchanted shells, covering almost all types of ammunition for all hot weapons in the history of the empire, and it is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of tons.
Also displayed here are advanced mechanized weapons such as steam tanks, armored vehicles, and various types of guns and artillery, which can almost be said to be a symbol of the empire's military strength.
Next to the officer, there was a human who was less dragon-like. He was holding a thick stack of documents in his hands, and his face was full of flattery.
"Sir, I have already counted the number requested by the military, please take a look."
He is Raj, a once unemployed worker. After experiencing the demonic catastrophe, he became a noble first-class citizen and is now a glorious Imperial Army quartermaster.
"it is good."
After confirming it, the officer nodded and walked forward to negotiate with the tiefling guards at the door. The whole process seemed orderly.
"boom--"
In the distance, smoke and dust billowed. The gate of the towering wall slowly opened, and trucks loaded with guns and ammunition drove out. Steam tanks rolled over the ground, causing the earth to tremble slightly.
Raj looked at the grand scene, his face flushed, filled with nervousness and excitement, and even his heart was pounding.
Born in poverty, he never thought that he would be able to gloriously become a member of the Imperial Army, and even have such an easy job as a quartermaster, not to mention that he would be assigned a house in Istalia.
At this moment, Raj was full of gratitude to His Majesty Cassius. The empire's generous wartime subsidies to soldiers made him wish that this war could continue forever.
Looking at these huge and mighty beasts of war, Raj couldn't help but straighten his chest. In his mind, he even imagined the enemies wailing in the roar of artillery fire and screaming under the tracks of tanks.
Raj fantasized: "When this war is won, I might become a baron of the empire."
Even the lowliest soldier would puff out his chest with pride at the thought of the Empire's military might, having no doubt that victory was imminent.
In this way, with the efforts of the half-dragon soldiers, countless equipment and ammunition in the "Dragon's Nest" warehouse were loaded onto the steam train.
At the same time, on tracks spanning hundreds of miles, countless such trains were speeding across the land, transporting soldiers, equipment and ammunition from all over the empire to the south.
——The Empire has made full preparations for this war. Although there seems to be only three days of tight time, behind it lies the Empire's years of infrastructure construction and war planning.
In the city of Istalia, the streets have been cleared, with cordons on both sides of the road and tiefling guards stationed every few meters.
The citizens crowded on both sides of the road, waving the imperial flags with vertical pupils and flames engraved on them, and shouting slogans fanatically.
"Conquer! Conquer!"
"Long live the Empire! Long live His Majesty Cassius!"
"Those damn Southerners don't deserve the rich land, we want our place in the sun!"
The satyrs in the military band also beat drums and blew trumpets, playing uplifting military music that could boost morale and lift spirits.
Accompanied by the exciting melody, the imperial officers in military uniforms and wearing epaulettes lined up in neat rows and appeared in everyone's sight.
Each of them had a proud smile on their face, and they held their heads high and waved to the people on both sides of the street, and the citizens responded with scattered flowers and warm cheers.
"Long live the Empire! May you return victorious!"
"You are the heroes of the Burning Empire, and you are also the heroes who saved Feanso!"
In this grand parade, officers were not the only ones present. Dracomon were growling, wyverns and chimeras were circling in the air, and the elite soldiers were firing their guns in salute, making it quite lively.
Suddenly, there was an even louder cheer from the crowd.
"Look! It's Marshal Dolo!"
"Cassius above! What a majestic and powerful gesture!"
"As expected of you, the Duke of the Empire. As expected of you, the Dragon Blood Noble standing at the pinnacle!"
Doro stood on the towering back of the Land Dragon Beast, spread the broad dragon wings behind him, flapped his wings, and suddenly took off into the air.
“Soldiers, we will face unprecedentedly powerful enemies in this expedition, but please remember—we are the followers of the great red dragon, and we represent the glory of the Burning Empire!”
The Dragon Vein Hobgoblin looked down at the crowded crowd on the ground, raised the blood and fire battle axe in his hand, and let out a powerful war roar.
"For the Empire—"
The sound was like the roar of a giant dragon, carrying an invisible majesty that shook the heavens and the earth, igniting the enthusiasm of the people of the empire and making the army even more excited.
"For the Empire!"
"For His Majesty Cassius!"
In the parade, George, wearing a military uniform and chimaera shoulder straps symbolizing the rank of colonel, turned around and waved to the crowd.
"Look! It's Count George!"
"Casius! Sir George! You are my idol!"
"I also want to be a hero like Lord George!" The half-grown children waved their hats at him and shouted enthusiastically.
There was a small stir among the crowd. George was already a little famous in the empire, far more famous than other earls of the same status. George's experience of growing from a serf to a dragon-blood noble was once promoted by the Imperial Daily as a typical example of the "Imperial Dream" and was regarded as a life goal by countless people from the lower classes.
His performance in that demon war was also quite brilliant and was also published in newspapers, which inspired people.
George was already accustomed to the enthusiasm and admiration of the people, and even enjoyed it. He saw his former comrade-in-arms, Baron Grace, also appear in the crowd and watch him leave.
George is no longer the cowardly and humble serf he once was. His life has changed dramatically. Now he is a promising colonel in the Imperial Army and a popular new Earl of Dragon Blood.
Walking out of the city gate accompanied by flowers, music and cheers, George turned his head and looked at the fluttering flags on the city wall and the towering buildings in the distance with his golden vertical pupils that looked more like a dragon.
He has lived in this miraculous city for several years, and this city has witnessed his growth and climb step by step. He doesn't know when he will return next time.
"When I return, I will be glorious and honored."
George muttered to himself, his slightly thin face almost full of ambition.
The parade was about to end. For a moment, the cheers of the people, the roar of the salutes, the loud gunshots, and the soldiers' uniform war cries mixed together, submerging Istalia like a flood and spreading to every corner.
In the deserted alley, Olivia, wearing a gray robe, observed silently in the shadows.
She had been here for quite some time after her conversation with Cassius.
Olivia was eager to know what war meant to the Burning Empire.
She has lived here for several years, but has never truly integrated into the imperial society. Instead, she has been isolated from Cassius's "new order", doing things that she believes will make the empire better.
During the last demon war, the people were outraged in order to protect their homes and avenge their loved ones and friends. Olivia could still understand that.
But now?
Land in the Sun, the Land Promised by the Emperor, the New World Order.
No matter how absurd and far-fetched the reason sounds, countless people still go crazy for it and are willing to sacrifice their lives for it.
Olivia couldn't understand what prompted them to do this?
Soldiers can indeed gain honor, status and spoils in war, but what about ordinary people? Why do they participate in such cruel wars?
Olivia smiled bitterly, shook her head and said, “I am too self-righteous. I always think that the world will run according to my ideas and the established order.
Perhaps I should truly integrate into the imperial society, so that I can truly understand the people's views and appreciate what Cassius said."
She lowered her head, gritted her teeth and hesitated for a moment, but finally clenched her fists and resolutely left the alley.
On the top floor of the Imperial Council Chamber, in the Prime Minister's Office.
Trump looked at the silver-haired girl outside the door. Although there was a polite smile on her ugly face, there was still a hint of surprise.
"Ms. Olivia, what are you doing?"
"Lord Trump, I want to join the Empire's General Staff." Her tone was particularly firm.
Olivia raised her head and looked at the tall ogre mage. There seemed to be tiny stars twinkling in her blue-gray eyes.
She wanted to understand thoroughly the new order of Cassius.
Elemental Plane of Fire, Brass Fortress.
There is still magma flowing here, fire clouds filling the sky, the smell of sulfur is everywhere, and flames are growing wildly like weeds.
Serkan rode on the towering back of the multi-headed fire lizard and looked at the giant portal that had just appeared not far away. He knew that this was the work of the Imperial Ministry of Magic.
"The war is about to begin again"
The half-red dragon licked his lips which were a little cracked due to the high temperature, his expression becoming extremely expectant and full of excitement.
For him, this is a rare opportunity.
Serkan knew that the more outstanding their performance was on the battlefield in the material world, the more likely it was that they would be valued by His Majesty Cassius and that the empire would invest more resources in the colonies in the Elemental Plane of Fire.
Behind him, countless imperial soldiers from the elemental plane of fire poured out of the brass fortress like a long boiling river.
Among them are half-red dragons, fire lizards, fire giants, fire elemental apostles, and tens of thousands of fire dwarves who look exactly the same.
These fire dwarves are produced from the assembly line of an automated breeding factory, but due to the players' bad taste, some of them grow into strange appearances.
Due to the dual effects of the capture of the fire giants and the slow reproduction of the fire giants themselves, no city-state has ever been able to have such a large number of fire dwarves, but the Burning Cinders Empire did it by relying on these "untraditional" operations.
These tens of thousands of fire dwarves mine ore day and night and swing their hammers to create the most sophisticated equipment for the empire, while the empire's merchants only need to pay cheap industrial products.
Looking at the fully armed and high-spirited Fire Elemental Plane Legion, Serkan raised the burning spear in his hand and roared in the common language of the Empire: "For the Empire—"
"For the Empire!"
Although they were not yet proficient in the Common Language, they still had the crackling sound of the Ignan language, and these fire elemental creatures who had converted to the Empire still raised their weapons and cheered in unison.
Not to mention the half-red dragon soldiers who followed Serkan here. They shouted at the top of their lungs, feeling extremely happy to be back home.
The armor on their bodies, the axes, swords and flails in their hands sparkled in the firelight, giving off a metallic luster.
It has to be said that if we only talk about these "classical" equipment, the equipment of the Fire Elemental Plane Legion may be the best among all the imperial armies.
Underdark, Dragon Shadow City.
Under the dark sky, the cold wind was howling, the desolate land was full of cracks, but the black city still stood tall.
Hart stood on the top of the tower, looking down at everything under the city wall with his pure black eyes.
I saw the skeleton dragon snake twisting its huge body, the skeletons and the undead moving slowly like a terrifying gray tide, and the shadow dragon was also circling in the sky, making creepy screams.
Races that have surrendered to the Burning Empire, such as the Gray Dwarves, Marsh Ursine, Deep Gnomes, and Gray Centaurs, also appeared in the massive military formation.
"It is the decree of His Majesty Cassius. The living in the earthly world, prepare to face fear and death."
Hart drew out the white skeleton sword from his waist, and a hideous smile appeared on his face, which was so thin that the skin was sticking to the bones.
At this moment, the torrent of war rolled in, roaring and roaring with great momentum, which was almost unstoppable.
Its influence even spread throughout the multiverse. Not only Anzeta itself, but also the empire's colonies in various dimensions were recruited and ready to be teleported to the southern battlefield at any time.
In just three short days, the Burning Empire fully awakened. The forces in the south had almost no time to react and were too late to even prepare.
These arrogant Feanso people have not yet realized what earth-shaking impact this empire from the remote north will bring to the situation on the continent.
(End of this chapter)
