Above the Dragon Church, Marsha slowly descended. During the landing process, Marsha keenly sensed that the number of people, or rather dragons, below was fewer than before.
The Dragon Church was built very luxuriously, with a structure similar to a helipad on top of the church, which was the biggest difference between the Dragon Church and other churches. Everything in the Dragon Church was dedicated to serving their god, the dragon.
“Marsha…”
In this space reserved for dragons to land, a dragon stepped forward and spoke to Marsha, who had transformed into her human form: “Recently, the hearts of dragons have been unsettled, and some dragons have chosen to leave our path.”
“Have they joined those crazies?”
Marsha didn’t seem anxious, but while leading everyone down from the church, she inquired.
“Not really. It’s just that during your absence, some have chosen to continue observing.”
After hearing her companions talk about the events on the continent during this time, Marsha began to understand. Because Rosalind’s performance was not as expected, it seemed those dragons were starting to lose faith in the Empire.
“Continue to observe? Haven’t they contacted other forces?”
Marsha didn’t look at her companions but directed her gaze toward the faithful who were praying devoutly in the church hall.
Her companions fell into silence, clearly indicating there were some.
“Rosalind is not the Empire.”
Marsha lowered her gaze and said, “The era of dragons is coming to an end.”
Among the new generation of dragons, Marsha had always been an elite, and even had a hint of a strong woman among dragons. At this moment, it was evident that Marsha was not in the right state.
The Solun continent had always thought that the first imperial fleet to arrive at Solun was there to stir up trouble, but it was only when Marsha arrived at the M Continent that she discovered the first fleet was indeed just there to do business and the weapons they brought were merely for self-defense. Only after Rosalind signed a new treaty did the Empire intend to take real action.
The companions exchanged glances, and one dragon stepped forward to ask, “What exactly did you see on the M Continent?”
“What I saw on the M Continent is no longer important.”
Marsha turned to her companions and said, “Because what I saw, you will soon see in Solun as well.”
…
Miguel was an old noble living near Castile. Because his geographic location was closest to Doming, he was one of the first nobles to receive support from Doming.
“When we get to the city, whatever you can loot belongs to you, understand?”
At this moment, Miguel was loudly directing the people below who were holding various weapons.
“Don’t go looting elsewhere, just that town of the pseudo-king Rosalind. Whatever you can steal there will count as yours. The more you take, the more you can go to His Majesty Doming; His Majesty will truly free you from your slave status and give you real freedom!”
The people below erupted in cheers; food, tax reductions, and weapons were no match for the direct money given by Doming and the lord. With dedicated individuals brainwashing them, they quickly aimed the weapons distributed by Rosalind at the city controlled by Rosalind.
These groups not only looted passing travelers but even did not spare some rebellious insurgents. Various forces clashed in chaos, making it hard to distinguish friend from foe. However, this was of no consequence to Miguel; to him, this was merely a game, and the number of people who died was just a meaningless figure since these fools didn’t even require compensation.
Riding on his horse, Miguel was savoring this feeling. Although it was just a group of low-tier individuals slaughtering each other, he felt like the savior of this region, like a king of this territory.
As the situation of territorial dominion was very common in the Solun area, Miguel had even thought about how to be crowned and how to reward his knights. At that moment, he even regretted not bringing a dedicated scholar to record his legendary tales.
Just then, a sudden sound of cannon fire echoed, causing Miguel’s beloved horse to become restless. Miguel pulled on the reins and then calmed his horse down.
Since he had received support from the Empire of the M Continent, it was not surprising that the pseudo-king Rosalind had cannons. Miguel here had several cannons that had been captured. To be honest, if the group below could effectively use those cannons, Miguel might not easily regain control of his territory.
However, Miguel’s experience was considerably rich; the firepower was not enough to intimidate him. After all, that group of fools would only shoot a couple of times before running away, especially with professionals on Miguel’s side. As long as the knights charged ahead under the cannon fire or the mages cast a couple of fireworks, in the end, those fools would only foolishly hand over those weapons to Miguel.
Fools are just fools; completely unreliable. Miguel couldn’t even understand why Rosalind placed hope in them.
The sound of cannons continued, and Miguel frowned. It seemed the resistance here was quite fierce. Shouldn’t his professionals be taking down the places from which cannon fire was being launched?
The sound of the cannons grew closer, and Miguel seemed to hear a buzzing roar. The warhorse beneath him became increasingly restless, so Miguel had to lean down to comfort his old companion. After all, this horse was far more precious than those fools.
Just after Miguel calmed his anxious old companion, he looked up and saw the crowd of fools surging toward him like a tide.
“Monsters! Monsters are coming!”
These fools shouted as they fled, causing Miguel to frown. Fools lack experience and likely mistook some unfamiliar magical creatures for monsters.
The knights beside Miguel formed a wall, slaughtering all the fleeing individuals. However, such a bloody act of supervision still couldn’t stop the retreating insurgents. It seemed something behind them was more terrifying than these supervising knights.
“Boom!”
A cannonball landed not far from Miguel’s feet. It was at this moment that Miguel finally reacted and carefully surveyed the direction from which the rebels were fleeing.
Miguel saw a wave made of iron rushing toward him.
The cannon muzzle of the iron monster gathered glowing light and then fired.
Looking back at the place where the cannonball had landed earlier, there was nothing there. Miguel was stunned; these monsters didn’t just use cannons but also had magical cannons that could fire continuously.
He recognized this thing as he had once seen it in Doming; it was Doming’s national treasure, acquired at great cost from the Avars.
Now this thing was installed on those iron monsters, appearing smaller but more powerful.
“Boom!”
The iron monsters charged towards Miguel tirelessly.
