He was only about 50 years old, in the prime of his life, the most attractive time in a noble man's life. He now had enough prestige, qualifications, mind, wisdom, experience, and strength to achieve everything he desired.
Several years ago, during the civil war that swept the empire, the coup was successful precisely because he stood firmly by the two princes, Edelman and Edren, and secretly provided various assistance and support.
To repay the Red Dragon Duke, and to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the Empire, a new round of all-out war began. The Emperor's messengers, bearing the Emperor's voice and will, traveled across the Empire, conveying the great call to arms, urging the men of the Empire to join the army and realize this great ideal.
Expand the territory, be promoted to a higher rank, unify the continent, and receive countless honors.
The exciting slogans seduced and inspired people's hearts. The lower classes in the empire, who had already lived a difficult life, responded one after another. At the same time, some small nobles also participated in it, hoping to change the fate of their families.
As a powerful family and one of the initiators of all this, the Pascal family naturally stood at the top of the wave.
Countless supplies of food, weapons, armor, horses, and other resources continuously flowed southward from across the empire, becoming fuel for war and igniting this unquenchable heatwave. As the foremost of the southern nobles, with the largest fiefdom and the greatest influence, the Pascal family now became an extension and representative of the emperor's will, wielding the terrifying heatwave sweeping across the continent.
"I, Leodore Cang Pascal, the twenty-ninth Red Dragon Duke, descendant of the Blue Moon King Yalin, the Dragon of Doom who burns the world, the guardian of the southern border of the empire, the gate of the pitch-black stone, and the leader of the Bloodwing Red Dragon Knights, give this order at this moment!"
"Go forward, warriors, until the sun sets, until the end of the world, until all victories are achieved!"
"And we will surely make the world tremble with fear."
The majestic sound was like a dragon's roar, echoing in the sky and the earth.
"Victory to the great Leodore Pascal!"
"Victory to the great Leodore Pascal!"
"Victory to the great Leodore Pascal!"
The spears were raised high, the setting sun cast golden light, and the scales shone. On the faces of those people, young and old, were pairs of eyes burning with passion.
The march on the earth began, the black and red flags fluttered, and the red dragons soaring and circling in the sky also swooped down, heading towards the distant place where the sunset was setting.
After the exploratory vanguard arrived at the Apocalypse Fortress, the Red Dragon Duke finally assembled the Empire's nearly two million troops and marched toward the Golden Plains. As the Pascal family's direct subordinate legion, it naturally sat at the center of the army. These black-and-red-dragon banners became the backbone of the Empire's military.
Following the black and red dragon banner were banners of various colors, bearing the emblems of various families. While they might not be as powerful as the Pascal family, each possessed its own unique legacy. Legions once renowned across the continent, such as the Blue Longbows, Bear Helm Heavy Cavalry, Poison Bee Blades, Night Owl Assassination Squad, and Whitehorn Antelope Rescue Order, joined the ranks. Also among them were the Silver Bell Golems and Blazing Gold Magic Cannons, remnants of the Frost Alliance, as well as some of the Red Guards, directly under the emperor.
Among the four dukes, although the Griffin Duke and the Unicorn Duke were somewhat indifferent to this expedition, they did not stop the nobles or vassals in their fiefdoms from leading their troops. The Raven Duke in the north sent an heir to lead three family legions south to support this battle.
The black crow on the flag emblem holds a purple branch in its beak, symbolizing its inheritance from the Mercury Dynasty. Although these undead legions number less than 10,000 people, the necromancers in black robes are enough to create a terrifying wave.
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A month later, Golden Plains.
A tall and ferocious giant fortress lies on the ground. The green and hard stone bricks are covered with scratches and pits from the years. There is still some sand and dust remaining in the cracks, which is blown away by the dry and strong wind and drifts away.
This world-renowned fortress has been reinforced and improved over the generations. Its walls are intertwined and stacked, with tall arrow towers standing among them. The entire fortress has long been laid out with layers of reinforced inscription arrays inside and out, so it can even withstand the attack of a Sequence 9 without any problem.
When black and red flags appeared on the golden plain, the Apocalypse Fortress was already filled with flags with white backgrounds and gold patterns. Soldiers in full armor stood upright, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.
The first to appear were the red-robed mages from the Cang Crimson Empire. Standing on a high platform protected by layers of military power, they cast spells together. These 3,000 mages were all Demon Sequence 4, and the spells they cast were naturally inherited from the former True Crimson Empire. However, after hundreds of generations of improvements, they no longer had the obvious side effects of the past.
Thick leaden clouds gradually gathered in the sky. As they gradually accumulated and pressed down, these thick clouds emitted a black and red color like magma. The suffocating heat could be felt even from thousands of meters away.
Seeing that the thick cloud like magma was about to drip, a magnificent and complex golden magic circle appeared in the central square of the Apocalypse Fortress.
The golden sands gathered in the air to form feathers, and then fell down, outlining patterns of feathers, stars, moon, sun and other celestial bodies on the ground.
Then the girls wearing white wings in the center of the square put their hands together and prayed.
"Follow the will of the primordial wind, forge a path among the stars, and do not allow the heavens to be defiled. Flowing fire and dark clouds shall retreat."
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