Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 292 The Earthly God
"Which god's saints are you?"

Even when he was on the verge of death, Grand Duke Gao Ertai was still unwilling to give up, and asked the imperial guards who pierced his body with a heavy sword.

He wanted to know who the god was who was willing to spend so much divine power to kill him. He could not accept that he was beaten to death by a group of dragonborn who had not yet reached their maximum strength.

His death was not at all caused by the group of insects in front of him, but because a god maliciously targeted him. The god wanted him dead, so he died here today in such a miserable way, without even a chance to escape.

"We are the imperial guards loyal to His Majesty the Holy Dragon!"

This was the last answer Grand Duke Gao Ertai heard before he died. While he was still confused about which dragon god the Holy Dragon was, his head had already been chopped off.

Rumbling--

From the legend's cut neck, a blood fountain gushed out hundreds of meters high, and the blood rushed straight into the sky. In an instant, the sky was dyed a spectacular blood-red color, and red clouds filled the sky.

This was the spectacle left behind when a melee legend fell, it was both spectacular and tragic, however, the imperial guards who had achieved an unprecedented victory were not moved, instead they collapsed to the ground one after another.

They were really too exhausted. Although they had the blessing from the Holy Dragon in their bodies, endless power kept flowing in, and no matter how much they consumed, it could be quickly replenished.

But the test on their mental will was too great, dying again and again, resurrecting again and again, to attack enemies that seemed unchallengeable.

Until the legend was beheaded, the average number of deaths of their fifty-one imperial guards was more than five times, and the one with the most deaths was killed nine times by the legend.

At this moment, the imperial guard was like a dead body, lying on the ground with his back facing up, motionless, like an empty shell without a soul.

The golden light that was originally dazzling on these imperial guards, which was dazzling even in the daytime, has dissipated, and they have returned to their original appearance. It is precisely because of this that they are now more listless than the others.

"Are you guys okay?"

At this moment, the master and his apprentice, who had been hiding in the distance and witnessed history with their own eyes, rushed over. Their faces, one big and one small, were filled with shock and admiration.

It's just that the focus of their amazement was different. Rand was amazed that these warriors who claimed to be the Holy Dragon's imperial guards were so brave that they beat a legend to death and did not let him escape.

He saw with his own eyes that the legendary Grand Duke realized that the group of warriors in front of him were not only impossible to kill, but also posed an increasing threat, and that the situation was already very unfavorable.

The legend tried to escape, but failed. Instead, his perception was disturbed, and the space seemed to be imprisoned. He tried to escape several times, but failed.

As for Eliad, he was amazed at the power his father possessed. Compared to his teacher who was still confused and even more confused, Eliad knew very well that the group of warriors in front of him were definitely sent by his father.

The reason why they were able to burst out with such great power on the battlefield was closely related to their father.

Eliade had no doubt that his father had the power to easily crush an ordinary Legend, but he was able to make a group of Dragonborn who were only at the Brilliant Gold level kill a Legend.
This is enough to prove that the power possessed by his father is simply that of a god on earth.

This is something that only gods can do. Demigods, deities, and deified dragons cannot possibly do something similar, not even half of the effect.

"Dear Lord...we are fine."

When one of the imperial guards saw the Son of the Holy Dragon who came to express his condolences, he was about to address him, but after realizing that it was inappropriate, he quickly changed his answer.

However, more of the imperial guards were still lying on the ground, like corpses, staring at the sky with empty eyes, motionless, as if they had lost all perception of the outside world.

"Is it really okay?"

There was worry in Eliade's eyes, even though the warriors in front of him looked intact, and even their armor did not have any extra traces from the war.

But from the reactions of the group of soldiers in front of him, it can be seen that continuous resurrection in a short period of time is not a good thing, and there are still unknown sequelae.

hum~
Just as the Son of the Holy Dragon was worried about the state of the many imperial guards, the space in front of him began to ripple like the surface of water, and then a space corridor opened extremely smoothly.

A group of figures in white robes filed out from the space corridor. On their white robes, the simple golden dragon emblem with a coiled head clearly revealed their identities: they were spellcasters from the Mage Sanctuary in the city of Elishim.

The arrival of this group of spellcasters caused a reaction from the Imperial Guards who seemed to have become emotionally numb and lost their souls due to constant resurrection. Even the Imperial Guard who had been resurrected the most times turned his head slightly and looked towards them, but that was all; there were no more unnecessary movements.

"Are they all warriors of Holy Dragon Noah?"

Rand, who was originally confused about the identities of the warriors in front of him, now swept away some of the haze in front of him. There was only one Holy Dragon that he knew, and there was no dragon god in the world who also had the title of Holy Dragon.

"Yes, they are all loyal warriors serving His Majesty the Holy Dragon."

Compared to the imperial guards who were unwilling to move and had lost the ability to communicate, the sorcerer who came to receive the soldiers seemed much more amiable.

"The Holy Dragon is..."

Rand hesitated for a while, but ultimately chose not to continue asking. Given his current status, position, and power, knowing too much was obviously not a good thing.

"Mr. Paladin, no matter what you saw today, please keep it confidential and do not disclose it to others."

"Of course, I won't tell you."

Rand assured him, knowing how shocking the scene he saw was. Compared to the big demon who was beaten to death, the legend with his head and body cut in half was even more outrageous. This was no longer a challenge to human values, it was simply a shattering of people's worldview.

"Besides, even if I tell it to others, I'm afraid no one will believe it."

"Whether others believe it or not is one thing, but there are some things that we should try to keep secret until His Majesty the Holy Dragon is ready to make them public."

"I understand."

Rand nodded and looked at the group of warlocks from the Holy Dragon City in front of him, moving the imperial guards who had lost their basic ability to move back one by one.

"They don't want this legendary corpse?"

When the space corridor was closed again, the mages from the Holy Dragon Land and the legion that was ferocious enough to kill even legends had disappeared, leaving behind only a devastated land and the corpse of a legend lying headfirst in the wilderness.

Rand stared at his student with a particularly interesting look on his face. He had not expected that the wizards of the Holy City could be so arrogant that they would disdain the legendary corpse and only take away the storage equipment of the legendary Grand Duke.

"Since they don't want them anymore, does that mean the remaining ones are ownerless? We should be able to pick them up, right?"

The experienced paladin hadn't made any move yet, but Iliad, his student who hadn't really been recognized by the Holy Light, was eager to try. Although traveling with a paladin could really broaden your horizons and enrich your knowledge, the weather was harsh and cold, so it was not a bit of a lie.

In the past ten years, the noble Son of the Holy Dragon has deeply understood how the word poverty is written, and has also learned to be diligent and frugal.

"Maybe."

Rand nodded hesitantly. The moral bottom line of a paladin was so high that he felt a little embarrassed. However, just as he finished speaking, Eliade cheered and ran to touch the corpse.

Not to mention the master and disciple who were happily picking up corpses, at this moment in the city of Elishim, at the testing center in the Mage City, the atmosphere was solemn. The mages coming and going were all in a hurry, and there was an indelible cloud on everyone's face. Some of them had a bad temper and even started yelling on the spot.

"This is a spiritual problem. How do we deal with it?"

"What's the difference between these guys and the walking dead now?"

"We don't even understand our own souls, how can we possibly heal their souls?"

"Who did this? How did they torture them like this?"

"They are warriors, not consumables, and certainly not cannon fodder!"

Facing the increasingly heated mages, the project leader calmed down all the commotion with just one sentence.
"They were carrying out a difficult mission under the orders of His Majesty the Holy Dragon! They successfully surrounded and killed a legend!"

Compared with the results of hunting legends, the mere Balor is not worth mentioning, and even using it as embellishment is cheap.

"I'm not asking you to check their current spiritual problems. Others will naturally be responsible for that. What you need to check are the changes in their bodies. Let me remind you that most of them have been resurrected five times."

The testing center, which had been silent for a moment because of the name of the Holy Dragon, began to boil again as the warlocks excitedly checked what was different between this group of Imperial Guard warriors who had been resurrected multiple times in a row and before.

At the top of the Mage City, Noah asked his adoptive mother, who had profound spiritual attainments,
"Aunt, can you tell what's wrong with these warriors of mine?"

If we talk about which force in this world knows the soul best and makes the best use of souls, the first ones to be mentioned are the abyss and hell. And a legendary wizard who can go to hell anytime and anywhere is obviously the best choice to ask for advice in the realm of souls.

"How did they become like this? Don't you have any idea? Why are you asking me?"

Serena rolled her eyes at Noah.

"Can they recover?"

Noah asked the question that concerned him the most. The power of faith was a power that was almost omnipotent, but it was only almost omnipotent. There were still things that it could not do. Perhaps it was because he did not understand and utilize the power of faith enough.

“There’s basically nothing wrong with their souls. It’s mainly because you made them endure too much power in a short period of time that they shouldn’t be able to accept at the moment, causing them to lose their emotions.

Time should heal them, but perhaps they will also become something completely different from before."

"What does it look like?"

"Of course it's your Saint!"

Selina stared at Noah and spoke word by word.

"What saint? Aunt, please don't talk nonsense. I don't have any plans to be deified."

“You’re not lying, but your claims are the exact opposite of what you’re doing.”

"It was just a misunderstanding. I just happened to find a way to use the power of faith."

Noah explained helplessly.

"Then, may I ask, Your Excellency the Holy Dragon, can you teach me this method?"

“I can’t teach you that.”

Noah has not yet figured out the essence of the Word Spirit, because it is directly engraved on the dragon soul, and it is known that the Word Spirit can be inherited.

Dependents who can obtain the true blood inheritance have a chance to inherit at least one word spirit from him. As for his descendants, they will definitely be able to inherit more word spirits from him. As for the number, Noah is not sure for the time being.

"Haha, so you are still hiding something. Wouldn't it be better to be more open?"

"I don't want to be a dragon god."

"Well, I see."

Selina responded nonchalantly, thinking that the dragon in front of her was just being stubborn.

According to her secret observations, some of this guy's behaviors were even more exaggerated than those of the demigods and deities. No wonder a true god would come down to find him.

"..."

Seeing that the adoptive mother who had raised him no longer trusted him, Noah could not help but remain silent, and then began to reflect, is his current behavior really like that of a deified dragon?

However, Noah soon put this insignificant thought behind his mind, because these imperial guards were just as his adoptive mother said. As time passed, they regained their perception of the outside world, and the blocked emotions gradually returned.

During this process, the group of inhuman warlocks once again performed more surgical modifications on these imperial guards, because they found that due to certain special influences, the bodies of these imperial guards were generally strengthened and could withstand more intense programs.

While the warlocks began to transform the bodies of the Imperial Guards, the mages in charge of equipment began to adjust the weapons used by the Imperial Guards.

"Your Majesty, there is a mechanical city built by goblins in the west of the continent. There are many very interesting magical mechanical creations there, which can make those weak greenskins burst out with amazing destructive power."

After Noah's repeated vetoes, a wizard finally made a very constructive suggestion to Noah.

"That group of short and ugly greenskins have wild imaginations. They may be able to bring some surprises to your Majesty. I am willing to recruit them for your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)