Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 307 You are here, don't move
Seeing the legendary wizard hugging his wife and kissing her, Angelis had a very strange expression on his face, an awkward expression of being conflicted and helpless, wanting to resist but having reservations, wanting to complain but worrying about appearing narrow-minded.

"Aunt, please pay attention to your image."

Noah looked at his father like this and reminded his adoptive mother.

"You all know what kind of image I have. There are no foreign dragons here, so what is there to pay attention to?"

Selina is carefree, unrestrained, heroic and generous. She doesn't have any of the dignity and majesty that a legendary wizard should have.

"Noah, he's still here!"

Orthea also pushed Selina, and her face also showed helplessness and surprise.

She was pleasantly surprised at the powerful strength her best friend now possessed, but helplessly, she seemed unable to resist.

"Noah, it's okay. I have held this kid since he was little, but he is too big now. It's not as fun as when he was little. My Olthea is still the most beautiful."

"I will go and see Teramus, and if it is suitable, I will bring him back."

When Noah saw his adoptive mother appear in such a timely manner to help him resolve the crisis, he was grateful and planned to take the opportunity to bring his youngest son back.

Let's first deal with these two old fathers and mothers who are worried about their future generations. As for the subsequent experience, we can make other arrangements for it.

As for Iliad, although he is very young, if you calculate it a little, because of his ancestral dragon bloodline, he may not have left the juvenile dragon stage yet.

Being so young, yet able to rule a country, such treatment is definitely not bad for the metal dragon clan. I wonder how many dragons would envy him. It was just that his mother didn't like it, but his father, Anglissan, was actually quite satisfied.

But the youngest son, Tyramus, was completely different. Any metallic dragon would explode if they saw what he had been through.

Noah guessed that this was also the reason why his adoptive mother jumped out now. After all, it was she who came up with this bad idea, and Noah thought it was good and then executed it.

"Go!"

Selina waved, and Noah disappeared into the palace without waiting for his mother to speak.

Noah went directly to the northern ice field and came to the entrance of the cemetery, then he informed his nephew.
"Open the door for me."

"?"

"I'm just outside the cemetery."

"..."

Not long after, Wayne, who was just wearing a black robe, saw a golden dragon that was more than one meter long. Noah was too lazy to use Transfiguration, so he just shrunk his size a hundred times. This was more convenient and quicker, and it was more in line with his daily preferences.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

As the devil, Wayne was obviously not used to Noah's sudden visit. Even though he tried his best to hide it, Noah could feel the little guy's resistance. He didn't want to see his arrival.

But it's normal, he is the king of billions of undead in the northern ice field. In this area, his will is absolute. But the arrival of Noah has turned him into a dragon. It would be strange if he is in high spirits.

"I'll come and see how my son is doing. If he's doing well, I'll let him relax for a while. He can't always be in this high-pressure environment."

"I'm afraid his current state may be a little beyond your expectations. You must be prepared."

"Hmm? Looks like you have another surprise for me."

Noah's mouth suddenly widened and he couldn't help laughing.

"No, your child is so outstanding that his talent cannot be hidden."

"You are much more mature than before."

Hearing such flattering words, Noah looked at the majestic black-robed young man in front of him and couldn't help but sigh,
"In that case, take me down to have a look."

After saying this, Noah didn't wait for his great nephew to refuse. He jumped forward, coiled around the demon king's head, and used him as a mount.

Wayne felt his head sink slightly, and felt a heavy weight on his head. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

The other party's strength and seniority are there, what's the point of him resisting? It will only make himself more embarrassed, and this is at the gate of his old nest.

If a fight breaks out, he will be the one who suffers embarrassment in the end. It would be better to treat this ancestral dragon as a living dragon crown. Thinking of this, he will feel much better.

How many beings in this world can wear the ancestral dragon on their heads?
He is the only one in the world today.

With the Demon King's personal protection, Noah's entry into the cemetery this time was naturally smoother than the last time, and he soon arrived at the level where Telramus lived.

Although nominally, Teramus, who was captured by the Demon King himself, was a prisoner of the cemetery, in fact, the residence of this son of the Holy Dragon in the cemetery was quite luxurious.

Even Noah wouldn't be able to find any faults, because the specifications arranged by Wayne were such that even for an adult dragon to live there, there was nothing wrong with it. The only difference was that the environment was a little gloomy and not very suitable for living creatures.

"I'll go in and take a look myself. You don't have to accompany me!"

Feeling the breath of his cub, Noah signaled to his mount that it was time to go and do what he needed to do.

"You can contact me directly if you have any needs. As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best to meet your needs."

"Uh-huh!"

Noah raised his dragon claw and waved it nonchalantly, then walked into the dragon's nest with confidence under the young man's slightly worried gaze.

sigh~
sigh~
Noah had just stepped into the dragon's nest when knife lights, dense enough to chop anything into small pieces, came from the shadows. Before Noah could crush the knife lights in front of him, a series of shrill howls that penetrated his soul rang in his ears.

"interesting!"

Noah looked at the empty dark corridor in front of him. From a mortal's perspective, there was no living thing that could move in this wide and long corridor. He didn't even know where the attack came from, and would be chopped into pieces.

However, the Ancestral Golden Dragon could see the skeleton warriors walking in the shadows, the ghosts lurking in the darkness, and some even stranger undead creatures waiting for an opportunity to attack. "I've never seen undead before. Did you do all this?"

Noah looked at the golden dragon shadow that appeared at the end of the corridor. The owner of this dragon's nest had sensed his arrival and was coming to greet him.
"Father."

Although Noah's size now is very different from before, Teramus recognized Noah at a glance. After all, he is the biological father who gave him everything he has now.

"You really are beyond my expectations!"

Noah looked at his offspring who came forward to greet him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The ancestral bloodline passed down from him can naturally protect his descendants, and even in a cemetery full of the undead, they will not be eroded by negative energy.

However, perhaps because he had lived in the cemetery for too long, as a golden dragon, Teramus's scales, although bright, were not as shining as Noah's.

Therefore, there were large shadows under his body, on his limbs, wings, and even in the gaps between his scales. In these shadows, Noah saw an unbelievable number of undead lurking.

This guy carries a legion of undead shadows with him. He seems to be alone, but in fact, as long as he wants, he can summon an elite legion of undead from the shadows at any time.

This is probably because since his last visit, he asked Wayne to increase his efforts and strive to clear out the undead around Tyramus in every attack, and his own cub took preventive measures against this.

He no longer put his troops in the open, but hid in the shadows. Although Noah could see all the details of his cubs, how many people could have the same vision as him?

Shadow Shuttle is a signature ability of the assassin class. Even if it is a legend, let alone a melee class, even a spellcaster will still be hit if they don't learn and master targeted prevention and detection spells.

Therefore, Teramus was able to effectively preserve his military strength under the increasingly harsh training in the cemetery, and would not be depleted and have to start all over again every time.

However, what surprised Noah the most was how this little guy managed to give every undead he created the ability to travel through shadows.

The employment range of the undead race covers almost all professions, assassins are naturally included in them, but assassin-type undead who can master the shadow shuttle are undoubtedly intelligent species. They are definitely the treasures of every high-level undead and will definitely be cultivated as direct descendants and trump cards.

But the kid in front of him created a bunch of elite undead by himself. Even a demigod lich would be amazed at such an ability.

"Beyond your expectations? Didn't you arrange all this? Wasn't it within your expectations that I could create shadow guards? Have your expectations of me been so low?"

There are very complex and strong emotions in Teramus' words.

As a young cub, without any notice or preparation, it was suddenly thrown into a maze full of undead.

Although he quickly deduced from the various situations he had experienced that this was just a training for him, was such a training too harsh for a metal chick?
Why did he have to go through this? As a pure-blooded metallic dragon, shouldn't he stay in the safe dragon's nest, enjoy the care of his parents, grow up healthily, and then learn magic when he is old enough?
Why did his father throw him into the underground maze? Was it to train his fighting and war command abilities? Was it because his father was not surprised by his birth, or even disappointed, and felt that his performance did not meet expectations, so he trained him cruelly when he was still young?

During the eleven years that he was trapped in the maze, Teramus thought a lot and made no less than a hundred assumptions about why his father threw him here. He didn't know which one was the real reason.

But according to his speculation, his birth might have failed to live up to his father's original expectations. He was a child who was not valued, so he was treated like this.

"Shadow Guards? Is this the reason why these undead you created now can hide in the shadows?"

"When you gave me the Black Book of the Dead, didn't you take a look at it yourself?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Tyramus' tone. In this world, which golden dragon would learn and master necromancy? Probably only him.

Although the necromancy knowledge he was involved in was completely different from that of most necromancers, it even contained several paths to becoming a god.

But what does this mean? Is this what his father hopes for him? Does he hope that he can become the Dragon God of Death?
This was Telramus's best idea. His father hoped that he would become a god, but now it seemed that his father knew nothing about the contents of the Black Book of the Dead. In other words, his father did not have any expectations for him.

"The Black Book of the Dead?"

Noah nodded, turned and left.

"I will bring you a junior. You stay here and don't move."

"younger generation?"

Tairam, who originally looked bitter and resentful, suddenly showed confusion.

However, Tyramus saw his father, whose body had grown a little bigger, dragging over a guy with a helpless look on his face, who kept explaining and muttering something like "I didn't mean it" and "I just wanted to give you a little gift".

"Take a look. Do you know this guy?"

Noah pushed Wayne, who had given up any resistance, in front of his cub, while Tyramus frowned and looked at the creature in front of him with extremely vigorous blood and vitality, then shook his head in confusion.
"do not know."

"Then let me introduce him to you now. He is your eldest nephew. He is the fourth generation descendant of the Augustus family and the only one in the fourth generation who has awakened the Titan bloodline."

"So, he is my nephew."

There was a hint of surprise in Teramus' tone, as he knew his father's seniority in the Augustus family.

In other words, the extremely powerful creature in front of him was his junior, and when he saw him, he had to call him Uncle Tairamus.

"Yes, he is your nephew. He is also the King of the Undead, the Lord of the Great Cemetery, and the Demon King!"

"Is he the master of this place? Or the king of the undead? He is not a living creature, not even a dead spirit!"

Teramus subconsciously questioned it, because it was too counterintuitive, the King of the Undead was not a dead spirit. Who would believe such a thing?

"Who said that only the dead can become the king of the undead? When did such a rule appear in the material world?"

Noah saw his cub making a fuss and immediately asked back.

"Ah, this..."

"I have already found out about the Black Dead Scripture you just mentioned. It was him who threw it to you. This is his nephew's filial respect to you, his elder!"

Noah pointed at Wayne, who looked numb, and explained the misunderstanding.

(End of this chapter)