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The envoys from the Fadlan region watched the ceremony intently, their expressions solemn—this was actually part of Keosius's plan.

He deliberately built the altar in the shape of the "Sun God Pyramid" and bestowed blessings upon it, so as to remind them of the "Ascension Ritual" 150 years ago.

He had originally intended to perform a "Bloodline Gift," but instead opted for the more effective "Imperial Grace."

People in the venue looked up at the bright sky, gazing at the dazzling streaks of flame.

"Is this the power of His Majesty?"

"It's simply a miracle!"

"So beautiful."

On that majestic altar, a powerful aura of dragon might suddenly erupted, attracting everyone's attention.

Even Keosius, high in the sky, looked down at the upper levels of the altar.

"This is."

"A legendary level of life essence."

The swirling white smoke slowly dissipated, and a massive black shadow appeared on the altar.

The Dragon Vein Ogre was nearly ten meters tall. Its massive, fleshy body was covered in crimson scales, and it had several short, thick horns on its head. Even its back was covered in disproportionately large fleshy wings.

The bloodline of the Progenitor Dragon has surpassed that of the Ogre. At this moment, Lang Pu is essentially closer to a fat Red Dragon than Ogre.

His life essence also broke through the shackles of mortals and reached the legendary level.

As Trump's mage level increases, combining his magic with his powerful physique, Lang Pu strength will become even more terrifying.

In Keosius's view, the Challenge Rating of [The Great Wise One - Lang Pu] had reached a terrifying 17, and a new suffix had been added to his description—[Legendary Monster]

"This imperial favor is indeed effective; we finally have a legendary-ranked family member."

Keosius's face immediately lit up with joy.

He then looked at the other two dukes: Mezhuolash was approaching the legendary level, while Dolo was slightly behind.

"Master, thank you for your kindness."

Lang Pu knelt on the altar, his ugly face contorted with barely suppressed excitement.

"His Majesty!"

"This is such powerful strength."

"Is this what it means to be Dragon Blood Noble?"

Most of the Dragon Blood Noble who received the grace also awoke from their coma. Feeling the surging power within them, they knelt down in unison before the Red Dragon.

An invisible bond of souls appeared between them and the emperor, making their submission seem so natural.

"Aww—"

Keosius let out a soft whistle, circled in the air, and landed with a thud on the top of the altar, finally spreading his broad wings.

The outer sky darkened again, but remnants of light still lingered in the air. The Red Dragon stood with its back to the light, its massive figure surrounded by a luminous edge.

Long Live the Empire!

"Long live His Your Majesty Keosius!"

A shout suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Immediately, as if contagious, the guards cheered, the onlookers cheered, and the Starfallers cheered as well.

However, among this crowded and enthusiastic crowd, there were quite a few unusual individuals.

"Deities, Ascension Ritual."

"I must return and report to His Majesty Wilhelm! This empire is dangerous, far more so than some within the kingdom realize!"

Dayev looked at the Red Dragon on the altar with an extremely solemn expression.

To his utter horror, he discovered that even he himself— Bard from the Thrace Kingdom, a confidant of His Majesty Wilhelm —had almost been swept up in the fervor and shouted the slogan "Long Live the Empire!"

"How could the Harpers possibly overthrow such a country through rebellion?"

"Abier, forgive me. Perhaps I am just correcting some mistakes that are destined to fail."

Li Cha glanced at the frenzied faces of the people around him, pulled his hood down further, and disappeared back into the crowd.

Meanwhile, the envoy from the Kassand Kingdom, Favaro Gregory, seemed lost in thought, jotting something down on a scroll with a quill pen.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the Embers of the Burned Empire may become a significant asset in our defeat of the Thrace Kingdom."

"It is more powerful than we imagined."

The people's cries surged like a tide, washing over this wasteland wave after wave.

Hundreds of thousands of people brought the atmosphere to its peak, their fervent shouts of "Long Live the Empire!" and "Long live His Your Majesty Keosius!" echoing throughout the Anzeta Great Wasteland.

Keosius stood atop the altar, looking down at the restless crowd below, and nodded slightly.

"Long Live the Empire?"

"No, that is merely the vision of mortals. For dragons, ten thousand years is not an unattainable goal."

"What I need is eternity."

The Red Dragon looked up at the sky and thought to itself.

"I will never forget that coronation ceremony, and the feeling of being so captivated and intoxicated that I was almost paralyzed."

"From that time on, I had a certain unspeakable premonition in my heart—perhaps this empire would create an even greater achievement than the Holy Fadlan."

—Daev Dayev Nelson, Memoirs

Deep Night on March 2, Third Era, in Istaria, the coronation ceremony concluded.

Historical records state:

The Red Dragon was crowned, Embers of the Burned Empire was established.

News of this world-renowned event spread throughout the Feanso Continent within just a few days, and even caused a sensation throughout the entire Prime Material Plane.

The Embers of the Burned Empire has demonstrated formidable military strength and developed a unique military system unlike any other nation.

Tiamat, the Queen of the Five Colors, and Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon King, simultaneously descended in projection to personally witness the coronation of the King of Ember.

The Red Dragon bestowed favors upon its subjects, holding a ceremony similar to an "Ascension Ritual" to confer titles, creating several legendary powerhouses.

These messages spread one after another.

Just as the imperial high command had anticipated—the presence of two deities, akin to the Ascension Ritual of the Sun God, greatly shocked the southern forces and solidified the reputation of the Embers of the Burned Empire across the Feanso Continent.

This was also one of Keosius's goals.

It is easy to foresee that after this coronation ceremony, the empire will have a greater voice and become more influential on the Feanso Continent.

Keosius became even more renowned.

People seem to have also discovered that the relationship between this Red Dragon and Tiamat is not as close as rumored, and there is even a considerable rift between them.

Keosius's distinctive ferocious appearance, his massive size comparable to Ancient Dragon, and his unsavage and brutal nature, unlike that of ordinary Red Dragon, have aroused great interest among Dragon Scholar from all over the world.

As a result of the tireless research of Dragon Scholar, the title "Dragon Prince" was completely abolished and replaced by the more representative title "Red Emperor".

"The ' Red Emperor ' rose like a meteor, but did not fall like a comet."

—Ganther, Dragon Scholar