Chapter 344 The End

Ingrid Garces stood on the battlefield nervously, holding the scepter. Her plump body wrapped in a pure white robe trembled in the cold wind.

"Amaunator."

Ingrid whispered the name of God, trying to get a little comfort from it.

She was surrounded by four tall humanoid armors shining with golden light. They were the spiritual guards she summoned with the divine art [Pious Guard], which could stop thousands of troops.

However, these guards could not bring her even a little sense of security, because Ingrid knew that the terrible red dragon might return at any time.

Suddenly, Ingrid looked up subconsciously with fear on her face, as if she had a premonition of something.

I saw that the space around her fluctuated violently.

"Shhh——"

The two claws tore the space apart like tearing paper, creating a terrible crack with flames burning on the edge.

Then, the huge, ferocious head of the red dragon poked out, and the pair of pale golden pupils looked down at her, as if revealing a faint smile.

The almost tangible dragon power filled the surroundings, and the huge shadow blocked the sunlight cast on her, making Ingrid instinctively want to escape, but she was unable to move at all under pressure.

Casius spread his wings and said:

"Your companion survived from my hands, but he and the forces behind him paid a heavy price."

"What price can you pay?"

"I, I"

Ingrid was speechless for a moment, and finally answered timidly.

"I am the honorary bishop of the Fadlan Empire Church, and the Empire should do it for me."

The legendary priest did not make up the lie of the so-called "Chosen One" because she had witnessed with her own eyes how Desk Yanjin died because of lies.

The red dragon hates people who deceive him.

Cassius deliberately asked in a surprised tone: "Empire?"

"Don't you know yet?"

"Your old emperor is dead, and your Fadlan Empire has been broken into hundreds of pieces. I'm afraid your dear gods are now busy and exhausted - who would care about a mere honorary bishop?"

"What?"

Ingrid was struck by lightning. She opened her mouth wide and stood there in a daze, and the scepter of the sun god in her hand was a little unstable.

She grew up in the capital of the Fadlan Empire. At the age of eight, she was selected as a priest of the Amaunator Church because of her excellent affinity. At the age of twenty-five, she was promoted to a legendary priest and became an honorary bishop.

During this process, the empire has always been her strong support, protecting her from wind and rain.

Now, facing the seemingly invincible enemy in front of her, she no longer has the protection of the empire behind her, and she herself is in a desperate situation and has to face the choice of death.

"I, I don't want to provoke you."

"Can you let me go?"

Ingrid felt very wronged, and there was a hint of crying in her tone.

She chose to tell the truth in her heart and beg for mercy directly on the spot.

Casius lowered his head and grinned:

"I know that you are the only one who has retained your sanity in this team, but this is not enough to prove anything."

"Again, what price can you pay?"

As the red dragon lowered its head, Ingrid could feel the hot air blowing on her face, as well as the smell of sulfur.

Maybe the next moment, this red dragon will open its mouth and eat her.

"I, I"

At that moment, Ingrid thought of surrendering.

But she was already a legendary priest. Once she easily changed her beliefs and surrendered to a specific existence, she would most likely be punished by God.

Cassius raised his head again and said calmly:

"Thirty years - I want you to stay in my kingdom for thirty years. Your magic can serve the Fadlan Empire and naturally the Burning Kingdom."

He paused and showed an ambitious smile on his face.

"Besides, my kingdom does not exclude any belief. Even Fadlan people and believers of Amaunator can become citizens of the kingdom."

"Perhaps. In the near future, you can return to your hometown openly, not as a captive, but as a bishop of the church belonging to the kingdom."

"This"

Ingrid's expression suddenly changed. She heard the implication of Cassius's words.

That was the Fadlan Empire that dominated the Feianso continent for thousands of years. Its magic power far exceeded Anzeta, and the red dragon actually coveted such a behemoth!

But now, her life is in the hands of the other party, and the chance of survival is fleeting.

She bit her lips lightly, with a complicated expression in her golden eyes, but she still made a decision.

"Greetings, His Majesty Cassius."

Ingrid supported herself on the ground with her scepter and performed a standard etiquette of meeting the king.

At the moment she bowed her head, a series of emotions such as guilt and regret surged into Ingrid's heart. She was a genius who grew up in the Imperial Church since childhood and served Amaunator as a priest all her life. She actually served a country ruled by a dragon!

But she told herself again and again in her heart-at least I survived, didn't I?

"Very good."

"Ingrid, as a legendary priest of light, you should know the spell of controlling the weather, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Then let this sky light up again."

Cassius said so.

After this long battle, even he was a little tired, and he didn't want to cast the spell himself.

After this protracted battle, the earth has become devastated and lost its original appearance.

On the devastated wasteland, there are broken shrapnel, piles of corpses, flowing rivers of blood, charred and solidified lava, and icebergs that are about to melt.

And the wide Inaki River and Oluer River were also dyed red by blood, and broken bodies and limbs floated on the river from time to time.

It was already evening, and the sky was getting darker.

Even the sunset glow gradually dissipated and was about to merge into the night, and the biting cold wind was still whistling.

"Hu——"

And the mood of the coalition forces was as dark and desperate as the sky, and more of them were uneasy.

The depressing atmosphere permeated the coalition forces, and their army was dead silent, and no one even dared to look at the red dragon in the distance.

These northern nobles witnessed with their own eyes that the legendary "King of Ashes" defeated the ancient silver dragon they had high hopes for, and killed the legendary adventurers who were recruited with a lot of money one after another.

Even the "hero" Archduke Leo who stepped forward was nowhere to be found.

"I wander with the north wind."

Somewhere, a desolate and sad ballad echoed on the battlefield.

It was "Song of the North", which was said to be a ballad circulated by the Scandians when they fled to Anzeta. Later, whenever the white dragons and frost giants invaded and people were displaced, the tenacious northern people would always sing this ballad.

"Snow covered my body, and my sweetheart couldn't recognize my face."

Viscount Luton also hummed along, looking at the devastated land with a sad look on his face.

He knew that the North, or the United Kingdom of the North, was about to perish.

That was simply an invincible enemy.

It was definitely not something that human power could match.

The red dragon was clearly the embodiment of natural disasters, the punishment of fate, and the punishment of the gods for their corrupt rule.

Suddenly, Viscount Luton looked up at the sky, his mouth wide open in a daze, and the same thing happened to the nobles of the North who were immersed in sorrow.

Because it was dawn.