Chapter 510 Server Launch
"But this is also an era of conflict, an era of turmoil, an era where danger and opportunity coexist."
Suddenly, the music became grand and stirring as the scene shifted to a battlefield engulfed in smoke and fire.
Artillery roared, countless mortal soldiers charged forward with rifles, only to fall one by one in the hail of bullets.
Titan scions and angelic scions clashed fiercely, the ground cracked, the sky trembled, and they created earth-shattering disasters wherever they fought.
"The three great kingdoms—Kassander, Thrace, and Seleucid—fight endlessly over the legacy of the empire.
Meanwhile, the noble scions under them each harbor their own ambitions, fragmenting the once continent-spanning Holy Fadran into hundreds of small nations."
"Battle! This is awesome!"
"Holy shit, the Divine Empire?"
"With this storyline, the Empire is definitely making a move!"
The narrator's voice carried great momentum.
"With the fall of Holy Fadran, the vast Feanso continent has been plunged into endless conflict and war."
The scene shifted again—to a frigid, wind-swept hill, where a fortress of iron and stone stood. From the valleys below, heavily armored dwarven cavalry, mounted on mountain rams, surged forth, wielding iron hammers.
"The dwarven iron cavalry thunders across the hills."
In the dense forests, beneath towering ancient trees, Serenian elves clad in silver armor held longbows, their beautiful faces resolute.
"The elven army moves swiftly through the woods."
Across an endless prairie, beastmen clad in fur let out wild battle cries as their dire wolves howled, kicking up waves of yellow dust.
"The beastmen cavalry races across the plains."
"So many new races!"
"I love it!"
"Don't stop me—I'm finding myself an elf wife!"
The scene shifted once more to familiar cities. Wyvern knights patrolled the skies, steam locomotives rumbled along the ground, and towering factories spewed gray smoke into the air.
The narration continued: "In the north, the Empire grows stronger, watching this world with hungry eyes."
"That's Isthalia!"
"Damn, I see the factory where I worked!"
"That arena was built by our engineering division!"
"Incredible!"
"For the Ember Empire!"
The scene changed again—massive warships, hundreds of meters long and covered in tentacles, loomed over the landscape, casting immense shadows on the ground.
Inside the grotesque, fleshy interiors of these ships, humanoid creatures with octopus-like heads emerged, their milky-white, pupil-less eyes sending shivers down the spine.
"The vast and ancient empire of the Mind Flayers has long since fallen, reduced to a hollow shadow of its former self.
But now, those lingering remnants seek to descend upon this world, using the bodies of other beings as their vessels."
"Ew, that's disgusting."
"Oh shit, tentacle monsters!"
"Heh heh, I love tentacle monsters. If you put them together with dragons, it's even—"
"Wait, are you the same Safis who always posts dragon and tentacle monster fanart in the group chat?"
"Bruh, people's kinks can be niche, but not cursed!"
The screen changed again to a group of individuals wearing medallions of the Dragon Cult, gathered inside a grand palace, whispering prayers.
At the highest altar stood a figure in a purple robe, their expression fanatical. They donned a golden mask shaped like five dragon heads, spread their arms wide, and called upon the name of Tiamat.
"The Church of Tiamat continues to incite rebellion, one of many factions vying for power in this fractured land.
They believe that one day, the immortal one shall descend upon the Prime Material Plane, and dragons shall rule the world once more."
"The Dragon Queen!"
"She appeared at the coronation of Emperor Kai!"
"I really want to touch Her Majesty the Dragon Queen..."
"Wait, you can do that?"
"This update is insane—the devs behind Erezaghe are truly unrivaled!"
In the vast, rolling mountains, before towering, snow-capped peaks, a colossal black claw tore through the sky, creating a rift hundreds of meters wide.
An endless horde of terrifying demons surged forth like a tidal wave, their monstrous wings blotting out the sun, casting chaotic shadows upon the land.
"The demons have come from the Abyss, filled with hatred for all existence. They spread chaos and evil without restraint, seeking to plunge the entire universe into disorder.
And their first target—the remote Anzeta Wasteland, and the Ember Empire that occupies it."
"Demons are invading?"
"This must be a main storyline quest!"
"Defend the Empire!"
"Bro, of all the targets, why the hell would you pick a fight with the Empire first? Everyone else bullies the weak, and you go straight for the biggest badass?"
"Get 'em!"
Finally, the screen cut to a vast military parade ground outside Isthalia. Hundreds of thousands of spectators lined the area, eagerly watching.
"In this age of turmoil, the fate of the world lies in your hands. Survival or destruction—it is your choice!"
The narrator's voice stretched out.
As triumphant military music and thunderous war drums played, chimeras and wyverns filled the sky, while land dragons and steam tanks occupied the ground.
Cannons roared, gunfire rang out, and ranks of humans, tieflings, ogres, and other kin marched in disciplined formations, their presence awe-inspiring.
But this was only the beginning.
Portals opened, releasing fire salamanders and flame drakes. Fire dwarves swung war hammers as elemental legions surged forth from the Plane of Fire.
Skeletal serpents slithered across the land, while undead and wraiths drifted beneath dark clouds, emerging from the depths of the Underdark.
Savage tigers, polar bears, and griffons roared as imperial druids drove them forward, released from the Grand Beast Reserve.
True dragons also arrived at the scene—white dragons howled in excitement, blue dragons twirled through the air, and silver dragons unfurled their gleaming wings.
"This is hype!"
"This is the Empire!"
"Isn't this Isthalia's military parade ground? Is this a parade?"
"I don't remember participating in this event!"
The final shot focused on a towering platform, showing the grand, red-scaled figure from below. Its massive wings eclipsed the sky.
The red dragon in the image slowly opened its mouth, speaking in a voice like rolling thunder.
"If demons bring terror to the world, then the Empire—shall bring terror to the demons!
Crush them!"
The audience erupted into deafening cheers as the narrator finally delivered the last words:
"Erezaghe—Clash of Kings!"
The screen froze on the red dragon's mighty wingspan, and in the center, the golden letters "Erezaghe" shone brilliantly.
"For Emperor Cassius!"
"For the Ember Empire! Let demons taste my wrath!"
"Heh heh, Emperor Cassius..."
"Loyalty!"
"This is too epic!"
"The Empire is truly supreme!"