Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

One name after another was read out by the announcer, and there were already nearly fifty people on the high platform belonging to the Imperial Earl.

The people whose names were read were ecstatic, and even their families and the forces behind them began to celebrate. However, the people whose names were not read until the end of the list beat their chests and felt unwilling to give up.

The half-dragon readers cleared their throats and started reading the next list.

"Create Charlotte a Viscount."

"Create Singo Viscount."

"Creating Ernie Baines Viscount."

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At the Viscount level, the number of players has increased, and many familiar names have appeared among them. They are basically members of large guilds or professional individual players.

Unlike others, Charlotte, the president of [Magic Coin], showed a forced smile when she took the stage.

"My position as earl——"

Charlotte wailed silently in her heart.

The half-dragon readers were still reading the names on the list, and one by one the imperial subjects were called to the altar. Eventually, the number of viscounts also expanded to hundreds.

Positions like earl and viscount are still too far away for ordinary civilians, while baron is an attractive position that allows ordinary people to cross the class and step into the threshold of dragon-blood nobles.

Therefore, many people are nervous, holding their breath, praying in their hearts that they can hear their names.

——This is the case with George.

He stood in the military formation below the stage, the hand holding the spear trembling slightly, and his uniform was soaked with sweat.

After months of fighting, he had become the sergeant major of a certain team and received several medals of honor for killing enemy generals, but he was still a little uneasy.

George muttered:

"His Majesty Cassius bless you"

"You must make me a dragon-blood noble."

"Creating Chokri Lehmann a Baron."

"Creating Brinton Landry a Baronet."

Along with the uproar of the crowd, another name was read out, and George listened nervously.

The voice of the half-dragon announcer came from above again.

"Create George a Baron."

Suddenly, extreme excitement surged into George's heart, making him so excited that he almost fainted. It took him several breaths to regain consciousness.

"Isn't this really a dream?"

"I, I'm going to become a dragon-blood noble!"

George's legs were trembling. Under the supervision of the guards, he swayed onto the high platform. When he knelt on the ground, his eyes were filled with tears.

There was another commotion among the onlookers, and many people exclaimed.

"That, that is the mark of a serf!"

"It's him again, the guy favored by the God of Destiny."

"He actually became a dragon-blood noble? How enviable!"

"That's Lord George, I worked with him! Look how majestic he is now, he's already Lord George!"

George's experience is quite legendary among workers.

The Propaganda Department portrayed him as a typical example of the "Kingdom Dream". Many people regarded him as a benchmark, while others thought he was just a lucky guy and looked down upon him.

At any rate, he was about to become a baron.

George has crossed that threshold and is about to truly enter the empire's powerful class and become a so-called "big shot."

"From now on."

"I am a dragon-blood noble."

Under the watchful eye of hundreds of thousands of people, George burst into tears, but they were tears of joy and excitement - he tasted the sweet taste of achieving a class jump through hard work.

"Praise to His Majesty Cassius"

George prayed quietly.

Yes, it’s prayer.

As for that high-ranking Majesty, George could only feel grateful in his heart, and even regarded him as a god.

In the past Northland, as a serf, he had no hope at all and would only die in the cold wind.

The appearance of Cassius and the establishment of the empire gave him precious freedom, and even allowed him to become a dragon-blood noble and a big man who could control his own destiny.

As an absolute beneficiary of the imperial system - how could he not be grateful?

After this award, even if Cassius ordered him to die, George would not hesitate at all.

Everything he had was given to him by the empire.

Status, honor and even life.

"May your Majesty be immortal and the empire last forever."

When the last name was read, more than 300 barons appeared on the high platform. Most of them were soldiers who were brave enough to die and performed outstandingly in the war - they were also the most envied by ordinary people in the empire.

Because it was so close to them, almost within reach.

This award ceremony has finally come to an end.

In other words, this is where it officially begins.

"It's time to start."

Cassius hung high in the sky, waving his wings slowly, looking down at the kneeling subjects on the altar with his pale golden eyes.

"Roar--"

Only a long roar was heard, and the dragon crystal on the red dragon's chest released an extremely dazzling light, further illuminating the entire sky.

The stimulation of the bright light made the hundreds of thousands of people watching unable to help but close their eyes.

In an instant, the Anzeta Wilderness at night was as bright as day.

【Empire Grace】

Clusters of flames descended from the sky, sliding down like meteors and falling into the bodies of the subjects on the altar.

Hundreds of gorgeous flame tails were left in the sky, making the surrounding scene particularly spectacular.

Those subjects who had received the gift of blood felt the hot blood flowing through their bodies, quietly waiting for their lives to be upgraded again.

The ogre archmage Rumpu closed his eyes tightly and knelt on the ground motionless, feeling that his body was being transformed more and more perfectly.

But soon, Trump raised his head, flames bursting out of his golden eyes, and there was an extremely excited look in them - he felt the connection between his souls.

"Owner."

Those recipients who have never received the Dragon Vein undergo transformation, moving toward a higher life essence amidst painful wails and roars.

"This, this is a gift."

"I have survived so many hardships, keep at it!"

George's thin body trembled violently, and traces of scales appeared under the skin on his back. He couldn't help but raise his head and roar.

"Ouch!"

The bloodshot, bloodshot eyes were forcibly transformed into golden vertical pupils - that is the most obvious feature of the dragon-blooded nobles, and is respectfully known as the "golden pupil".

"I, I am also a dragon blood noble."

George looked down at the scales growing on his hands, thinking this at the last moment before losing consciousness.

On the altar, hundreds of subordinates were undergoing similar changes, becoming truly dragon-veined creatures with magical essence.

The majestic and magnificent altar was full of leaping flames, as if covered by a robe woven from flames and light and heat. It no longer looked like a scene in the human world.

The red dragon flaps its wings in the sky, displaying its power wantonly and sending down the grace from the empire.

"No"

"That's really an ascension ceremony."

Dayev looked up at the spectacular scene on the altar, his face looking particularly ugly. (End of chapter)