Orders and Achievements

The army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom swarmed forward, and faced with the menacing dragon vein monster, tens of thousands of allied troops surrendered without the slightest hesitation.

Even noble officers who wanted to rebel were eagerly torn to shreds by their fanatical retinues.

Ultimately, they continued south with their massive army of prisoners, heading straight for Strasbourg, the capital of the Bosque Duchy and the nominal capital of the Northern United Kingdom.

Keosius lay lazily beside the earthen mound, with the Silver Dragon unconscious not far away, and the Blue Dragon and White Dragon guarding the area, while Dolo, full of triumph, stood in front of him.

The Hobgoblin goblin general knelt on one knee, his cloudy little eyes filled with excitement, and white smoke occasionally wafted from his nostrils.

"Reporting to Your Majesty."

"In this battle, we killed more than 76,000 enemy soldiers, captured more than 36,000 Allied soldiers, and 217 Northern Nobles, including Horace Bosk, the eldest son of Leo Bosk."

"Our army suffered only 8,760 casualties."

"But."

Dolo paused slightly, as if remembering something, a sly glint appearing in his cloudy yellow eyes.

He lowered his head even further before continuing to speak.

"But our meager victories are so insignificant compared to Your Majesty's glorious achievements."

"You have defeated ' Silver Wing ' Oszedro, and the fame of the Embers of the Burned King Will spread throughout the entire Feanso Continent, and even the entire Prime Material Plane."

Keosius glanced at him casually before turning his head away.

"You've done a good job, but you need to speed things up."

"Three months. I'm giving you three months. Within three months, I want to see a unified the North that belongs to the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, at least in name."

Such requirements can be described as demanding.

Although Anzeta has a small population, it has a vast territory, with the original territory of the Northern United Kingdom alone covering more than one million square kilometers.

Moreover, this place has been ruled by the Northern Nobles for a thousand years, and their power is deeply rooted and cannot be completely eradicated in a short time.

But this is His Majesty's order after all.

Undeniable and beyond question.

Dolo's forehead was immediately covered in sweat, but he still managed to force an ugly smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty, our Military Department will surely accomplish the task of completely Conquer the Northern Lands. The main force of the allied army has been annihilated, and defenses in various places are very weak. The progress of the eastern and western armies is also quite smooth."

"Go ahead and do it, however..."

Keosius looked at Dolo again, a hint of dragon might shining through his pale golden pupils.

"I don't want to see a devastated the North filled with cries of agony. I'd much rather it become part of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, a cradle for the kingdom's growth, understand?"

Dolo wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and quickly replied, "As you wish, Your Majesty."

Dolo and the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom then departed.

The Red Dragon paid no attention to the noisy, bickering White Dragon and Blue Dragon beside him. He simply gave a few instructions in a low voice and then used the [Shelter Egg] to create a private, other -Alternate Dimension for himself.

Keosius calmly stared at his panel, where messages were scrolling by. He first looked at the golden trophy.

[Destruction of a nation]

"I have witnessed the destruction of countless mortal kingdoms, and so you too, soon to be destroyed by me— Great Wyrm Red Dragon, Fjordarnov."

Acquired Trait: [Nation Ender]

Strength +1, Charisma +1. Proficiency: Intimidation +4, Domination +4. You destroyed a nation of a million people. Your fame makes mortals tremble, your power amazes the world, and you and your kingdom embark on a path of conquest.

Keosius narrowed his eyes, and an invisible, violent fluctuation arose out of nowhere, directly affecting his massive dragon body.

The body, which even Ninth Circle Spell could not easily break, underwent a dramatic change at this moment.

"Roar"

With each low roar, the Red Dragon's bulging muscles rippled, its scales were roughly stretched open, and thick white smoke billowed from the gaps.

Keosius felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if his muscles were being twisted into a rope, gathering a power far greater than before.

"Still ongoing."

The Red Dragon stretched its body and exhaled a breath of hot Sulfur Scent air, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

That force continues to spread, reshaping the "atmosphere" around its body—that is, its ability to influence the world.

Surging elemental energy swirled around his body, flowing with every shift in his will, and the Weave rhythmically rippled.

The allure of the Red Dragon has surpassed the thirty mark.

Scholars have offered vague definitions of this level of spellcaster and have given it many names, such as Root Spellcaster, True Manipulator, and Spell Usurper. But one thing is certain—

This has transcended the limits of mortal things and reached a completely new realm.

"Interesting."

Keosius revealed a sinister smile.

After this transformation, his spellcasting underwent a fundamental change. It was no longer about guiding and communicating with the Weave, but rather about controlling reality. He even had a vague feeling that he was about to transcend the Weave and touch its underlying essence.

After this transformation, Keosius took out a silver-white gem from his spatial storage and gently held it in his claws.

[The Bahamut's Wind]

Quality: Divine Artifact (Damaged)

Creator: Bahamut Description: It is said that this gem was formed from the first breath exhaled by Bahamut, the Lord of the North Wind, at dawn, and contains extremely faint Divine Power.

Eight hundred and seventy years ago, it was bestowed upon Oszedro, who was then Young Dragon, and set in Platinum Compass.

However, in the "Dual Dragon Battle" in Anzeta that was about to shock the Prime Material Plane, the Platinum Compass was destroyed, and the Bahamut divinity within the gem was completely consumed by the Chaos Fire, leaving only a wisp of residual Order Divine Power.

Effect:

[Holy Order]: The afterglow of Bahamut is enough to change the world; everything around this gem will gravitate towards order and goodness.

[Breath of the North Wind]: You can unleash an extremely cold breath that will freeze your evil enemies completely.

"This is a good thing; it's worth the huge risk of fighting that Silver Dragon."

Keosius held the silvery-white gem in his hand, feeling its faint afterglow, he felt an unprecedented clarity in his mind.

After that battle, Bahamut's mark was erased, and the remaining Order Divine Power became his best "tranquilizer".

He clearly felt that the Heart of Kareks in his chest was no longer beating violently, but had returned to a steady beat, as if it had been affected by the power of this order and frozen by the north wind from Bahamut.

Keosius looked at his panel.

[Your absorption progress of [Heart of Kareks]: 4.57%] The previous battle using the Breath of Chaos resulted in a significant increase in progress.

Now, the frantic countdown has finally stopped, which has given him a slight sense of relief.

However, Keosius knew this wasn't a long-term solution. He needed to find more ways to counter the curse of the Revenge Devil.

This battle was very fruitful, and his experience points were displayed on his screen again.

[[Nether Tracker - Grom Saxon (Challenge Rating: 17)], gained 18000 XP][[Primal Warrior - Lano Wrathaxe (Challenge Rating: 18)], gained 20000 XP][[Radiant Dragon Slayer - Desk Flamegold (Challenge Rating: 19)], gained 23000 XP] However, he did not receive a promotion this time.

The ancestral Red Dragon's unreasonable template, mysterious and special advanced sub-professions, and a total Class Level of up to 17 make the experience required for his advancement as a [True Dragon Sorcerer] terrifyingly high.

Therefore, even if most of the legendary adventurer team were sacrificed, it wouldn't be enough to advance him even by one level. Perhaps only killing Oszedro could grant him a promotion.

"This efficiency is far too low."

"Perhaps, besides personally committing murder, we should find other ways to gain experience."

Keosius looked at his template and pondered quietly.

"Player".

He thought to himself.