Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 231 Who is playing whom?

Squeak~squeak~squeak~
Dark leaden clouds rolled in the gloomy sky. Bats with bloodshot eyes as clear and pure as rubies were flying around the castle. A handsome young man leaned on the window sill of the castle, looking at the dead and silent world outside dominated by black, white and gray with a cold expression.

Uh-huh~

In the silence, a low humming voice with charm and laziness sounded. When Wayne turned his head and cast his gaze towards the woman in the room who had half of her body emerged from the blanket.

"What are you looking at?"

In the dim light, the snow-white skin with a faint luster was exposed to the air, and the woman stretched her graceful limbs without a care, even though she was naked.

"Besides you, is there any other beautiful scenery here that deserves my attention?"

Wayne looked at the vampire grand duchess who was walking towards him, reached out his hand and held her in his arms. She was warm and soft, with skin smoother than the finest silk, and even had a faint warmth. She was no different from a living being.

A temperature close to that of a living person is also one of the characteristics of a vampire duke. The lowest level of vampire is a blood servant, which is a moving corpse.

The higher the level of the vampire bloodline, the more characteristics of living beings they will possess. The top-level vampires are no different from living beings and have extremely strong vitality, but they can use the power of the dead very harmoniously and enslave and drive the undead.

"Isn't it enough for me?"

The woman lying in the young man's arms stretched out her scarlet tongue and gently licked Wayne's neck, feeling the abundant blood beneath her skin, and couldn't help but bite her red lips.

"Of course it's nice to have you, but I'm not that easily satisfied."

Wayne pinched the Archduchess' chin and lowered his head. His eyes as deep as the night met his blood-red eyes full of desire. They looked affectionate, like a pair of infatuated men and resentful women.

But only they themselves know the purpose of their current posture.

"What else do you want?"

The woman stretched out her hands and hooked them around the young man's neck, with the same affectionate look on her face, as if she was deeply in love with him, but in fact, she wished she could drink the young man's blood dry.

But she was reluctant to do so. It seemed better to hide this man in her own castle and make him her own private collection.

Unfortunately, this was a man with endless ambitions in his heart. She was very familiar with the burning fire of desire. Such a man would never be willing to become a collection in the castle.

"The land under the sun!"

The man who had received clear instructions from a certain dragon replied,

"I'm tired of living in this dead land."

"Don't say this in front of undead spirits other than me. They will be very unhappy if they hear it."

The blood clan grand duke's eyes fixed, and then she smiled charmingly. Her fingers slid along the young man's neck, into his collar, and gently drew circles on his chest, feeling the beating strong heart under his flesh and bones.

"Your identity has already been subject to a lot of criticism. During the last meeting, I nominated you to become a member of the Immortal Council, but some people questioned your background and jointly vetoed my proposal."

"Who's against me?"

Wayne's expression became extremely cold. Although he was not very interested in entering the core power class of the cemetery, he had to show such an expression at this moment.

"You want to know? They are all subordinates that His Majesty the Immortal King Uzi trusts very much. Some of them, even I am very afraid of them. Even if you know, what can you do to them?"

The Grand Duchess asked with a smile.

"Knowing that someone has ill will towards me and is dissatisfied with me, I can be prepared and take precautions. Do you want to see me suddenly die or be murdered one day?"

"I am very much looking forward to this day. On that day, I will definitely give you the most perfect first hug and give you a brand new life."

There was a look of madness in the eyes of the vampire duke.

“You can’t convert me.”

Wayne grabbed the woman's hand that was groping his lower abdomen.
"Tell me, who is against me in the council?"

The so-called parliament is the new ruling class formed by a group of powerful undead after the Immortal King fell asleep. Because no one can possess the overwhelming power like the Immortal King, all matters can only be discussed by a group of undead.

"You really want to know?"

"of course."

"So, what price are you willing to pay for it?"

"what do you want?"

"I want you to satisfy me!"

"it is good."

Wayne hugged the woman and prepared to get up.

"No, right here. That's how it's fun."

……

"The Black Knight King, Gerald, the Banshee Commander, Melanie, the Chief of the Corpse Witch Group..."

Noah looked at the list presented to him. Every one of them was now considered a powerful and formidable undead spirit in the North. He looked at his nephew in silence.

"You said that these seven legendary undead spirits are the reason that will hinder your continued advancement?"

"Yes, I have taken down the Blood Rose, Helena Ramirez. She has nominated me for a second time, wanting me to enter the Necropolis and become a member of the Immortal Council, but once again I was hindered by these undead."

Wayne reports his current situation to Noah. He no longer has the ability to continue to advance and gain more power through orthodox means.

The core positions in the cemetery are all filled with people, and they become vacant only when someone retires. Outsiders like him, even if they have made great achievements, are still excluded.

Even if he made one of the archdukes his mistress, it would still not be enough for him to cross that threshold, because no undead wanted to have another member to divide his authority.

As for waiting for these big carrots to give up their positions, don't dream about it. How can a living person survive the undead? Although they are not truly immortal, it is easy for them to survive for a thousand or eight hundred years.

Therefore, when Wayne encountered a dilemma and was unable to solve it independently, he did not trouble himself for too long. He went directly to Saint Dragon Noah. Since he wanted him to continue to lie low and to be promoted, he helped him solve the problem outside.

"What kind of assistance do you want me to give you?"

"Please kill these undead spirits and don't give them any chance to revive."

"?"

Noah was silent for a full quarter of an hour.

"Should I clean up the entire cemetery? Then you can legitimately take over the cemetery and be called the second generation Immortal King?"

"If you can do that, of course, it will make me feel much more relaxed." "You're dreaming."

Although the Immortal King of the Necropolis was severely injured by his angel father-in-law, and his attendant, the Angel of Death, had his soul purified and taken back, the power left over from the Necropolis should not be underestimated.

The biggest problem facing the kingdom of the dead that descended from the sky is that there is no unified voice and the will of the decision-makers is quite confused.

"Now that you know which undead in the cemetery are targeting you, you should pay more attention to them in the future and collect intelligence related to them. I will cooperate with you outside to gradually weaken and attack them."

"How are you going to cooperate with me?"

There was a strange look in Wayne's eyes.

"Of course, I will sell the information you worked so hard to obtain to the elves through my special channels. They should really need it."

The Elven Royal Court doesn't care about the internal factional fighting in the cemetery. These pointy-eared people now only want to purify and eliminate all the skeletons that threaten their forest from the south.

"Your arrangement is really ingenious!"

It was unclear whether it was an insult or a compliment, but Noah ignored it and just thought it was a compliment from his good nephew.

"Oh, by the way, since you don't seem to be in a very good mood, I have some good news for you. We have made a breakthrough in the blood vein stripping technology.

Not long ago, your aunt successfully transformed a willing adult tiefling into a human in the laboratory, removing all of his hellish blood. However, this also caused him to lose most of his extraordinary powers, and he became an ordinary human."

Noah's tone revealed regret. This technology was quite useless in the eyes of the rulers. It could be said that it was completely useless and could only satisfy those extraordinary people who were dissatisfied with their own bloodlines.

"Will it still be successful on a baby?"

Hearing the explosive news suddenly told by Noah, Wayne's stern face couldn't help but be moved, and he asked anxiously.

"There are no experiments on this yet. Your aunt is against using this technology on babies because it would be life-threatening and the baby is too fragile."

"My aunt?"

It was only then that Wayne noticed this key person.

"Well, I seem to have forgotten to introduce her to you, but she is actually very familiar with you, but you are not very familiar with her."

"She is very familiar with me?"

"Yes, the video I have of you losing your virginity for the first time was recorded by her."

"?"

At this time, it was Wayne's turn to have a big question mark over his head.

Because he really couldn't imagine what kind of elder would secretly record his own nephew's loss of virginity and make the other party completely unaware. To what extent would the moral bottom line have to slip to be able to do such an outrageous thing.

"Don't worry, I have kept it very well. It can be said that apart from me and your aunt, no third person has seen these images, so don't worry, they won't be leaked."

Noah comforted his silent nephew, but to Wayne's ears, these consolations sounded like some kind of threat.

"She was spying on me just to film these boring things?"

Wayne's expression returned to its cold state, even colder than the polar glaciers.

Anyone who knew that his dark history was recorded by an elder whom he had never met would not be in a good mood.

"Of course not. These are just incidental. The main purpose is to protect you."

"protect me?"

"Don't you realize that in the process of establishing your Knights, some things will go very smoothly? You don't think you are very lucky, right?"

“I’ve never had good luck.”

At this time, Wayne didn't give Noah any face at all, because he really didn't feel lucky, and the only blessing fate had for him was that hellish dream.

But even so, everything he gained in his hellish dream was obtained through his own death again and again. Each death was so real, and the pain of his body being torn apart and pierced was so unforgettable.

"Then it seems that you are not unlucky enough."

"If I were really lucky, I shouldn't be in the castle of the Blood Duke satisfying her perverted needs and desires!"

Hearing Noah's unscrupulous sentiment, Wayne responded coldly.

"Grand Duke of the Blood Clan, I have already become your plaything, what else are you not satisfied with?"

"Who's playing who? I'm not even a legend now."

"There's no need to suppress yourself, you can break through and become a legend."

Noah knew his nephew's background. He already had the potential to become a legend, but he had never tried it once.

Because he had many concerns, the first of which was the issue of offspring. The stronger he was, the lower the probability of having offspring. Wayne, who had a need for offspring, certainly did not want to be promoted before his child was born.

In addition, there is another hidden worry, that is the gift from hell. He knows how unreasonable it is for him to have come to this point.

Although he suffered a lot in the process of gaining power, the price he paid was not commensurate with what he gained.

He had gained too much, but he didn't know what price he had to pay for it. But he knew one thing, the stronger he was, the closer it would be to paying the price.

He has always had this fear in his heart.

“I still need to accumulate.”

"Believe me, you can do it. Once you become a legend, nothing will happen to you."

Noah stared at the young man opposite him, as if he had seen through his thoughts.
"Even if you fall into hell, I can bring your soul back from hell."

"When I need strength, I will break through naturally."

Wayne didn't take Noah's assurance to heart because he didn't think Noah's power could solve the problems he faced.

Even though this unremarkable dragon elder was extremely powerful, this dragon that could easily crush him could never be compared with the existence that sat atop the purgatory of mountains deep in his dreams.

That was the goal he had always revered, yearned for and admired. He continued to grow in his dreams, and as his dreams continued, the power of this existence was also increasing day by day, becoming stronger and stronger.

He couldn't guess the realm of this being, but he could feel the other party's power growing. The weapons scattered around him and the increasingly terrifying remains of the Purgatory Lord described in the classics and legends were also increasing.

(End of this chapter)