Chapter 381 Grace (Part 2)

Names were read out one after another by the announcers. There were already nearly fifty people on the high platform belonging to the Imperial Earl.

Those whose names were read out were ecstatic, and their families and the forces behind them began to celebrate. However, those whose names were not read out until the end of the list were beating their chests and stamping their feet, feeling unwilling.

The half-dragon announcers cleared their throats and began to read the next list.

"Appoint Charlotte as Viscount."

"Appoint Singo as Viscount."

"Appoint Ernie Baines as Viscount."

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At the Viscount level, the number of players has increased, and there are also many familiar names, basically members of large guilds or professional individual players.

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

"My position as Earl——"

Charlotte wailed silently in her heart.

The half-dragon announcers were still reading the names on the list, and the subjects of the empire were called to the altar one by one. In the end, the number of viscounts expanded to hundreds.

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

Therefore, many people were very nervous, holding their breath, and praying in their hearts that they could hear their names.

——George was like this.

He stood in the military formation below the stage, his hand holding the long gun trembling slightly, and sweat had soaked his military uniform.

After months of fighting, he had become a sergeant of a squadron and won several medals of honor for killing enemy generals, but he was still a little uneasy.

George kept repeating:

"May His Majesty Cassius bless me"

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

"Appoint Jockley Lehman as a baron."

"Appoint Brinton Landry as a baron."

Along with the uproar of the crowd, names were read out one by one, and George listened nervously.

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

"Appoint George as a baron."

Suddenly, extreme excitement surged into George's heart, making him so excited that he almost fainted. He came to his senses after a few breaths.

"Is this really not a dream?"

"I, I am actually going to become a dragon-blood noble!"

George's legs were trembling, and he staggered onto the platform under the urging of the guards. When he knelt on the ground, his eyes were already filled with tears.

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar again, and many people exclaimed.

"That, that's the mark of a serf!"

"It's him again, the guy favored by the god of fate."

"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 the 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 were quite disdainful of it.

In any case, he is about to become a baron.

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

"From now on."

"I am a dragon-blood noble."

Under the attention of hundreds of thousands of people at the scene, George burst into tears, but those were tears of joy and excitement - he tasted the sweet taste of achieving class leap through hard work.

"Praise His Majesty Cassius"

George prayed in a low voice.

Yes, it was a prayer.

As for the high and mighty Majesty, George's heart was filled with gratitude, and he even regarded him as a god.

If he were in the Northland in the past, as a serf, he would have no hope at all, and would only die in the cold wind in a daze.

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

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

And after this awarding of honors, 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 had appeared on the podium. Most of them were soldiers who were fearless and outstanding in the war - they were also the most envied objects of ordinary imperial people.

Because this was too close to them, it was almost within reach.

The awarding ceremony finally ended.

Or rather, it officially began.

"It's time to start."

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

"Roar--"

With only a long roar, the dragon crystal on the red dragon's chest released an extremely dazzling light, further illuminating the entire sky.

The stimulation of the strong light made the hundreds of thousands of people watching couldn't help but close their eyes.

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

[Empire Grace]

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

There were hundreds of brilliant flame tails left in the sky, making the surrounding scene particularly spectacular.

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

The ogre master Rump closed his eyes tightly, knelt on the ground motionlessly, and felt his body being transformed into more and more perfect.

But soon, Rump raised his head, and flames spewed out of his golden eyes, revealing an extremely excited expression - he felt the connection of the soul.

"Master."

Those who had never received the gift of dragon veins underwent transformation, and moved towards a higher life essence in painful wails and roars.

"This, this is a gift."

"You have survived so many hardships, hold on!"

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.

"Ah!"

The bloodshot, congested eyes were forcibly transformed into golden vertical pupils - that is the most obvious feature of the dragon blood nobles, and is respected by people as "golden pupils".

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

George looked down at the scales growing on his hand, and thought so in the last moment before he lost consciousness.

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

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

The red dragon flapped its wings in the sky, wantonly showing off its great power and bestowing grace from the empire.

"No"

"That was really an ascension ceremony."

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