One noble family after another within the Cyart Kingdom successively declared their submission to Queen Peggy of the North, and they were each conferred new titles by Queen Peggy and had their territories redivided.
The Fischer family, which had long been called the "Fisherman" and the "Regicides," gradually gained a new nickname in Cyart—"Heart of the Ocean."
Since Karl possessed part of the "Sea God's" authority, the Fischer family was practically invincible at sea. As long as the battle was within the range of the White Sea, he could strike with lightning and intervene.
At the same time, many of the territories actually controlled by the Fischer family were overseas and not in Cyart, and they also had stable sea routes and significant influence on the White Sea.
Therefore, "Heart of the Ocean" was actually a very logical title. While people openly called them the "Heart of the Ocean," many would refer to the Fischer family in private as "Leviathan" or "Agor," "Monsters of the Deep"!
As a result, more and more families swore allegiance to Queen Peggy, including the "Heart of the Ocean" Fischer family, the "Obsidian Angel" Romann family, the "Wasteland Beast" Frosac family, the "Wrathful Angel" Jones family… and even the "Ruins Song Spirit" Middell family, which, after losing Marquis Middell, pondered, hesitated, but ultimately gave up on revenge, and chose to surrender completely.
Now, of all the great families within Cyart, excluding the Adley Royal Family, only the "Fog Wayfarer" Abernathy, and the "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" Castleton family, still had an unclear stance.
So, the Fischer family asked Queen Peggy to issue orders to call the heads of several subdued noble families, asking each grand family to send a Monarch powerful expert.
The Fischer family had Yeager stationed in the East Coast Province and only sent Darren and Chris along with one representative from each of the great families, making a total of six Monarch powerful experts to lead the army.
They united the formidable military forces of several great families and began an advance attack on the territory of the "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" Castleton family.
The Monarch powerful experts of the many families displayed their strength, easily smashing through resistance and simply causing the "Northern Kingdom Army" to arrive at the gates of the city where the Castleton family resided.
Even though the barrier of the Castleton family had been fully raised, nobody believed they could win. After the death of Marquis Vlad, the "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" family had only two low-level Monarch extraordinary powerful experts left.
Even with their resistance, it was very difficult for them to counter the "Northern Kingdom Army."
The "Northern Kingdom Army" did not immediately storm into the city. Instead, Darren ordered someone to step forward in the Queen's name, demanding accountability from the "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" family for their actions over the past decade and inquiring whether they would surrender!
"Surrender, Flaming Blood Proud Dragon, you still have a chance for repentance!"
Darren, having transformed into an incredibly large Flame Dragon, emerged in the sky, his voice deep and authoritative, causing everyone to feel immense fear.
However, the "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" family did not surrender!
The son of Marquis Vlad also transformed into a massive Flame Dragon, taking flight within the city and responding loudly to Darren:
"You killed my father, and I will defend to the last breath! The power of the Flaming Blood Proud Dragon does not lie in our bloodline, but in our dignity and souls!"
Darren laughed heartily and nodded in the sky:
"Good, a person with backbone. I like people with backbone. Perhaps the final foundation of a kingdom needs such people to hold it up."
But when he returned to the allied forces' camp, he immediately said:
Everyone fell silent, and Aldrich shook his head and said:
"In fact, it's possible to pursue a decapitation strategy, to kill the enemy's two Monarch powerful experts. The rest will probably surrender."
Darren nodded gently, his smile calm:
"You make sense… So, let us destroy this city. I hope their downfall will hasten the unification of Cyart."
Aldrich furrowed his brow and still insisted, "I hope we can show some mercy, Lord Darren. After all, the people in the city are from Cyart; we are killing our own kind."
"In the internal war of more than a decade, enough people have already died."
So what? Darren looked at Aldrich with surprise, not expecting him to be fonder of mercy than he had imagined, and, spreading his hands, said:
"Respected Lord Aldrich, some intimidation is a necessary means. You must believe that my killing now is to avoid many killings in the future." Explore stories on empire
"Then I hope I do not have to participate in this battle." Aldrich finally gave up persuading, but he did not plan to take the field himself.
The Fischer family made considerable concessions for Aldrich. Almost every suggestion and request from Aldrich were earnestly considered and compromised by Darren.
Because the Romann family was willing to give the greatest fruits of the civil war to the Fischer family, promising not to grab benefits but to agree that the Fischer family, who controlled Peggy, would divide the spoils of victory.
In fact, Aldrich's "modest" behavior had filled the Romann family with resentment, some even wishing to backstab the Fischer family at the final stage and enjoy the complete fruits of victory alone.
However, his attitude was very rarely firm, suppressing many people's thoughts within the family, ensuring the Romann family would not threaten the Fischer family in the slightest.
Therefore, within the Fischer family, the goodwill towards the Romann family had reached a very high level.
So, except for Aldrich and Chris, the four Monarch powerful experts present led the vast army to attack Rus City, belonging to the "Flaming Blood Proud Dragon" family.
Unprecedented disaster quietly descended upon this city. The people saw in the sky two huge fire dragons, as if breaking free from ancient myths, their scales flashing ominous crimson and dark gold, drawing two fiery trajectories across the skies, intertwining in a heart-pounding spectacle.
One was Darren, who had transformed into a fire dragon, and the other was the son of Marquis Vlad, who had also inherited the "Burning Dragon" power of Bloodline. However, he was only a low-level Monarch in terms of strength, so both his size and power were clearly much weaker.
Darren's body was so massive it almost obscured half the sky, wings spreading like dark clouds covering the sun, each flap accompanied by a deafening roar and a gale that swept everything away. His eyes burned with unquenchable fury, and his mouth spewed flames hot enough to melt gold and scorch stone, turning buildings to ash in his path.
The streets twisted and deformed under his raging fury, as if the whole world trembled in his anger.
The son of Marquis Vlad was by no means insignificant, with thicker scales and broader wings, flying as if to swallow all the surrounding light. His roar was deep and forceful enough to shake the heart.
The two fire dragons circled and chased each other above the city. Every clash was accompanied by deafening explosions and earth-shaking tremors.
They tore at each other with their claws and struck buildings with their bodies. Flames intertwining with flames painted an apocalyptic scene; the city's inhabitants were terrified, screaming and wailing as they fled the land of death, plunging the entire city into chaos and despair.
Suddenly, the size of Darren's transformation into a fire dragon surged, becoming even larger than before, and not only his body swelled up, but at the same time, the ominous aura of a demon and bloodthirsty eyes suddenly made the other side fearful.
Seeing this, Marquis Vlad's son was greatly shaken, watching another member of his family die, and witnessing his city gradually crumbling to ruin, the principles he had held deep inside finally could not stand firm, and he couldn't help but shout out loud.
"I am willing to submit! Ahhhhh!"
Darren suddenly extended his claws, piercing through the barrier of fire, tightly grasping the fire dragon's thick neck as sturdy as a column, and fiercely bit down on its throat, tearing with all his might.
The fire dragon struggled desperately, flames and roars intertwining, but it could not escape the shackles.
A heart-stopping crack split the sky, as if the entire world stood still at that moment.
The fire dragon's neck was actually torn apart, blood gushing out like a fountain, not the usual red but mixed with the fiery and enraged blood, drawing dazzling and cruel arcs in the air, eventually turning into a rain of blood that sprinkled lavishly upon the earth.
They scorched every inch of the land, the air around seemed to freeze with this sudden turn of events, leaving only the increasingly faint wails of the fire dragon and the trembling of people caused by their fear.