Chapter 230 New Life (Part 2)

Unconsciously, the group has come to the end of the road, and in front of them is the main hall made of steel.

This palace is incompatible with the traditional style of the northern nobles. It does not have the so-called aristocratic luxury, but is full of simple and straightforward violent aesthetics, giving people a strong visual impact and oppression. It can make mortals tremble in front of the palace door and deeply feel their own insignificance.

Fred looked back at these carefully selected teenagers, but found that Anthony was distracted again.

"Everyone, come back to your senses."

"You are about to see the only owner of this land."

He is actually quite optimistic about this teenager named "Anthony".

Just seven months ago, under the attack of the tiefling army, the Cavan family headed by Earl Brandon was completely destroyed. When the tieflings chased Earl Brandon's second son, Thorley Cavan, the baron was found dead in the basement of the baron's mansion, his clothes were in disarray.

A sharpened wooden thorn was deeply stuck in his throat.

And with the body, a thirteen-year-old boy was found.

He was naked from the waist up, holding a broken stick tightly in his hand, his body trembling with extreme tension, his handsome face covered in blood, his eyes revealing a determination that was not in line with his age - that was Anthony in the past.

Fried had to admit that he was somewhat selfish and paid extra attention to Anthony.

Because Tariq, the "White Lion Knight" who had treated him like a brother, had also killed the beastly dean in the same way and fled from the orphanage with him. That memory was so unforgettable that he still remembered it now, and Anthony's experience undoubtedly evoked his memories.

Fortunately, Anthony did not live up to his expectations, and with his desperate training, he became the most outstanding teenager in the selection.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"It's just completing the task."

Fried thought with a faint chuckle.

With a heavy sound, the main hall door slowly opened to them.

"Follow."

Fried led the way in front, and the teenagers followed behind him, carefully lining up in a neat queue.

Fried half-knelt in front of the steps and said respectfully: "Master, I have found the candidate who meets the requirements and can receive the great gift according to the instructions. I hope you will be satisfied."

As he half-knelt, the young man behind him also knelt on the ground in unison according to the previous instructions, lowering his head.

Anthony's breathing was rapid, and he seemed to smell the smell of sulfur.

The air in the hall was much hotter than outside, making a string of sweat drip down his forehead, but he still knelt and dared not move at all.

"Yes, raise your heads."

The voice full of prestige sounded from above and echoed in the empty palace.

Anthony, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly, carefully raised his head, and finally saw the towering figure that had been engraved in his memory for a long time - the huge and strong dragon body was curled up lazily on the iron throne, and its surface showed ripples like flowing magma.

And on the ferocious dragon head, the golden vertical pupils were full of majesty, and the large horns swept back were like a crown.

That was an absolute symbol of power, and it was also the existence that broke the old order of the North, the creator of the kingdom's order - the Burning King, Cassius.

Anthony's heart was pounding. He had never been so close to this powerful existence, and thinking that he would soon have a powerful power, an identity of supreme glory, and completely overcome the humiliating past, his heart was burning again, full of ambition and expectation.

The voice above sounded again.

"What's your name?"

As if he felt the scrutiny from the top, Anthony's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he thought excitedly in his heart: "He, is he calling me?"

The humiliating experience in the past buried deep inferiority in his heart, and he almost couldn't believe that he had received the attention of this majesty.

He quickly lowered his head and replied: "Your Majesty, my name is Anthony."

"Oh? Are you Anthony?"

There was a hint of surprise in Cassius's tone.

He knew what happened to Anthony. This story was used by the kingdom's cultural propaganda department as a typical case of "Northern nobles harming civilians, and the kingdom's order saving civilians". It appeared on the leaflets that the kingdom sent to the northern countries and became an important weapon for public opinion propaganda.

But Anthony himself obviously didn't know this.

The young man was extremely ecstatic at this moment, and even a little flattered: "He actually knows me!"

He didn't expect that such a humble and lowly guy like him, who could only be regarded as a beast in the old order of the north, could be remembered by his majesty, and other young men were even more envious of this.

This is the charity of the superior to the inferior. When the gap in status and power is too large, every move of the superior will be regarded as a supreme gift, but Cassius is already quite accustomed to this.

If he can make his subordinates loyal with just a few words, then why not do it?

After a few symbolic inquiries and compliments, Cassius yawned and ordered:

"Fried, start the ceremony."

"Yes, Master."

Fried stood up and stepped forward, facing the boys, and calmly recited the oath:

"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope, enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above all else."

The boys said the oath aloud.

Anthony in the team was also excited. He knelt on the ground and recited the oath word by word according to the steps he had practiced countless times in his mind:

"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope, implement order with an iron fist, and the Dragon Lord is above everything!"

"Very good."

Feeling the power of the contract, Cassius said so.

The magma-like ripples on the surface of his body flowed, releasing a glimmer of fire.

Now. With the blood of the ancestral dragon, he no longer needs to use the primitive means of "dripping blood" to bestow blessings. He only needs to consume a negligible amount of power and release the blood fire with magical essence to give mortals violent red dragon blood.

The beating flames entered the bodies of the teenagers.

They transformed the blood of mortals into dragon blood filled with elemental power, flowing freely in the blood vessels.

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, at the moment of the dragon blood transformation, Anthony still clenched his teeth suddenly, almost breaking his teeth. He even heard his companions around him screaming in pain.

It's hot, it's too hot!

The body seemed to be soaked in magma and about to burn.

Anthony curled up on the ground in pain, rolling back and forth, his skin red and emitting hot white smoke.

In an instant, Anthony seemed to have returned to that unforgettable afternoon. Baron Soli appeared in front of him again, and the man was reaching out his claws to his young self.

"But. I need this power!"

"Even if I become a monster, so what? What if I become a believer of the dragon? At least I won't be treated as a beast to vent my desires."

"I want to be a real person!"

He roared in his heart.

This time, Anthony was not violated as in reality, but spewed out a raging fire, burning the abominable guy to ashes.

Faint scales appeared under his skin, and a row of horns appeared behind him. The originally thin body greedily absorbed the surrounding energy and became stronger.

When the smoke dissipated, Anthony could vaguely see that he was a human, but he had become a dragon vein.

The same was true for the remaining eleven teenagers.

All the twelve people who received the gift, without exception, successfully transformed into Dragon Oath Holy Warriors.

Except for Anthony, their spirits could not withstand the impact of this powerful force, and they could not control the newly-made dragon vein body. They temporarily fainted and were unconscious.

Only Anthony supported his body with his arms covered with dragon scales, slowly climbed up, and then half-knelt on the ground.

His lips moved slightly.

"Dragon Lord."

At this moment, he finally regained his life and said goodbye to the boy who once curled up in the dark corner.