Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 310 The Birth of the Mechanical Dead

Tyramus had been feeling very distressed lately, and not because he was arguing about policy with the paladins under his brother's command.

Although he felt that the ideas of that group of holy warriors were extremely unrealistic and too idealistic, these guys had good intentions and were not enough to cause him any trouble.

What really troubled Tairam was that he could not use any of the undead legions he brought out from the cemetery. Whether in his father's palace or in his brother's territory, he had no way to summon these shadow guards and could only make them hide in his own shadow.

Because he is a golden dragon, golden dragons cannot summon the undead to fight for themselves. This would not only damage his own reputation, but also the reputation of his father and brother, and even damage the external impression of the entire golden dragon clan.

Of course, his father's reputation is not important, because he mastered these necromancy spells under his father's arrangement.

But even if we don't take into account the empty reputation, and just exaggerate from a practical point of view, it is a great pity that we cannot let these shadow guards fight for ourselves.

Therefore, during this period of time, Teramus was thinking about how to solve this problem. He had a legion ready at any time, but he could not summon them openly to serve him. When he encountered the enemy, he had to fight in person, which made him very uncomfortable.

After thinking for a long time, Telramus chose to ask his father for help. He had no way to discuss this matter with his grandparents, let alone his brother, as Eliade had celestial blood.

"Father, is there any way for me to summon my undead army openly as a golden dragon?"

After contacting his father with the help of a communication array, Telramus directly stated his request.

"good question!"

Noah couldn't help but praise his youngest son when he heard his request.

This kid is really greedy. He wants the good reputation accumulated by the Golden Dragon over billions of years, and he also wants to enjoy the convenience of the Undead Legion.

“I don’t want to hide my identity when I use it.”

Looking at his father's expression, Terraris added another sentence.

"Let me think about it."

Noah stretched out his dragon claws and gently tapped the metal crystal in front of him. He was planning to strengthen his weapons, so he prepared a lot of high-quality materials. Amid the crisp sound of metal knocking, Noah quickly came up with an idea.

"Haven't you already carried out a round of transformation on your undead? Why not carry out another round of transformation?"

"Another round of transformation? What should I do?"

Knowing how unreasonable and unrealistic his request was, Telramus asked in confusion. He didn't actually have high expectations.

"Don't you want to summon the undead to fight for you in the form of a golden dragon? Then don't let anyone other than yourself see that you summoned the undead."

Noah gives advice.

"You mean to make a camouflage coat for my undead men?"

Teramus felt lost and felt that he understood his father's intention.

"No, how can a mere camouflage be enough? Are you summoning the undead just for show? Once the battle begins, who do you think will fail to recognize them?"

"Then what should I do?"

"Transform the undead under your command from the inside out. It is best to only keep the core soul fire as the driving energy source, and replace all other parts."

"what is this?"

Teramus was confused by Noah's words. It sounded good, but he had no idea how to implement it.

"How could I have such a stupid offspring like you?"

Noah sighed and continued to explain his thoughts.
"Have you ever thought of using metal machinery to replace the bodies of your undead? Then what you summon would be an iron warrior. Who would suspect that what you summoned was actually a dead spirit?"

"How to deal with the breath of the dead..."

"This is the idea you just proposed. We can tamper with the outer shell and seal it completely. At the same time, we can install a purification device inside. Once the outer shell is destroyed, the internal purification device will also be activated to purify all the undead auras."

Noah talked eloquently, but Teramus frowned more and more as he listened, because what his father proposed was just a conceptual idea, which could be called a fantasy.

If he were to go through the specific difficulties involved, just thinking about it would make Tyramus feel a headache. He had created tens of thousands of undead himself, and his understanding of the undead was no less than that of any great lich.

"Father, I would like to ask, what kind of metal can bear the soul fire of the dead?"

Teramus interrupted his father and asked seriously.

"This is your problem, not mine, and I've already given you a solution."

Noah spread out his two dragon claws and said irresponsibly.

He has always been like this. For any problem, he is only responsible for providing solutions and general plans. As for the specific details, you have to perfect them yourself. Anyway, the paths he provides are all feasible to a certain extent.

“I can’t do research here!”

Facing Noah's attitude, Teramus was of course helpless. But even if he wanted to study the specific implementation methods according to the solution given by his father, he had no choice because the environment here with his brother was too bad.

"Then come back. I have a place suitable for you here. Don't follow your brother around and cause trouble for him. It's not easy for him either."

Noah knew everything that happened after the two dragon brothers reunited. After all, he was his eldest son and was governing a country. How could he not pay any attention to it?
"All right!"

In order to bring back the Shadow Legion that he had painstakingly assembled, Telramus hesitated for only half a quarter of an hour before making a decision. He would return to his father to conduct research. He would not let the results of his hard work over the past eleven years go to waste.

Iliad, Angris, and Orthea were all surprised by Teramus' sudden farewell.
"Terra, why do you want to go back? Is there anyone here that you feel wronged by?"

"I am going to my father to conduct a vital research."

Telramus still chose to tell the truth.

"You want to go back to Noah? Did he urge you? Don't worry about him, just follow your grandmother. If he comes to hold you accountable, tell him to come to me."

Althea loves her little grandson.

"No, this research is related to my future. I also want to do it here, but the conditions here are not good enough. Only with my father can I have enough resources for me to squander."

Teramus explained. "I'm sorry."

Hearing the reason given by his brother, Elijah immediately looked ashamed, because in the country he ruled, there were almost no spellcasters willing to stay because it was too poor.

"Brother, why are you apologizing to me? I don't mean to blame you, but this place is really not suitable. Believe me, I will come back to help you after I finish my research."

Tyramus took a step forward, stretched out his dragon claws, grasped his brother's hand, and swore solemnly, his tone sonorous and powerful,

"When the time comes, I will bring back an invincible army to help you conquer the six surrounding countries!"

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Although golden dragons would not lie, Elijah did not take his brother's bold words seriously. He just thought they were the arrogant words of an ignorant youngster. After all, he was still young.

After bidding farewell to his brother and parting with his reluctant grandparents, Tyramus embarked on the teleportation array back to the Ten Thousand Dragons Palace.

When the light of the teleportation array disappeared, his father's glorious and sacred figure, as huge as the mountains, appeared in front of him. Although it was not the first time he saw it, Eliade could not help but marvel in his heart and feel proud every time.

This is his father. Although he is a little harsh to him, his bloodline is noble and even he, as his descendant, is impressed by him.

"Father, I'm back."

"Well, I have two places for you to study. The environments in the two places are completely opposite, so they will produce different routes and results."

Noah summoned a dragon fairy,
"She will take you to visit them all, and you can choose one."

"Two places? Besides the Mage City, where else?"

After hearing his father's introduction, Teramus was confused, but he did not continue to ask questions because he was about to see him and the answer would be revealed.

The first research site that the Dragon Fairy took him to visit was naturally the Mage City. This was the place with the strongest academic research atmosphere in the Holy Dragon Land, and it brought together the most ambitious and aspiring spellcasters in the eastern part of the continent.

There is naturally nothing to say about this. Although Telramus is not familiar with the Mage City, he is not unfamiliar with it either.

However, although the academic atmosphere here is extremely strong and it is an excellent place to do research, the scope of research here is really too broad. There is nothing that is not here, only things that you cannot imagine.

If he chooses this place, it will probably be difficult to produce results in a short period of time, because there are too many categories and projects that need to be studied here.

"I've seen almost everything. Where is the second suitable research site for me?"

After Telramus toured the Mage City from top to bottom and every area, he looked at the dragon fairy who was leading the way and asked curiously.

"That's a new weapon testing site that was recently established in the territory. It's located underground, and the researchers there are a bit weird..."

Hearing the question from the distinguished prince in front of him, the dragon fairy looked hesitant, but still began the introduction.

Because personally, she still hoped that His Highness would choose the Mage City, and there was no need to go to that gloomy place full of greenskins and explosions. Unfortunately, Teramus did not do as she wished.
"lead the way!"

Although he noticed the strange attitude of the Dragon Fairy, Telramus did not care. It was just underground. He had stayed in a cemetery full of undead for eleven years. What underground environment could be worse than the City of the Dead?

"Then please prepare for protection. It is best to stack multiple defensive spells on your body in advance."

While the Dragon Fairy reminded, he pulled out a mithril staff, and with a look of deep hatred and resentment on his face, he frantically added shields to the prince in front of him. The brilliant spell light made Tyramus' expression suddenly become exceptionally brilliant.

"Is this necessary?"

Seeing that he had no less than thirty layers of various wizard shields on his body, Telramus looked at the dragon fairy who was madly stacking shields on himself with some confusion.

"Alas, Your Highness, perhaps you think that the defensive measures I have taken are a bit exaggerated now, but when you arrive, you will know that no matter how much protection there is, it is far from enough."

"What the hell is that place?"

The curiosity in Tyramus' heart grew wildly, and as the dragon fairy opened a portal, the son of the holy dragon found himself back in the mountains. Looking up, he could see the palace built by his father on the highest peak of the mountain range, but when he looked down, he could see a deep mountain stream with no bottom in sight.

"This is the entrance. Once you go down, please prepare for the impact!"

"Ok."

With his curiosity already burning, Telramus entered the abyss of the mountain, and as he went deeper, he became aware of slight rumblings and vibrations coming from deep underground.

"Is this a weapon experiment? For a weapon that causes damage through vibration and impact, shouldn't the research site be built on the surface? Why is it set up underground?"

The stone walls flashing by on both sides made Telramus notice something unusual.

"Your Highness, this is not a research site for weapons that cause damage through explosions. The explosion was just an accident that occurred during the research!"

"What are they researching? Why would it explode?"

As the question was just asked, Tyramus, who was falling continuously, suddenly felt his body tighten suddenly, an invisible ripple passed by, and then a heavy steel portal flashed before his eyes.

Before Tyramus could savor his experience, the Son of the Holy Dragon was shocked by what he saw.
"Is this just a weapons research site?"

Everything he saw was made of cold metal. This was a world made of metal, hidden deep underground, just beneath his father's palace.

“Yes, all the research here is based on it!”

The dragon fairy pointed to the center of the steel world. There was a steel giant that was hundreds of meters tall, but his body was incomplete.

Countless steel structures surrounded this steel giant, like cages and shackles. Green figures were moving on them, discussing something in intense tones.

Amid the occasional explosions and roars, these most humble creatures in the wilderness jungle suddenly blossomed with a completely different brilliance.

"Is that a goblin?"

There was unconcealed surprise in Teramus' tone.

"Yes, if you choose to stay here, then you have to call these goblins teachers."

(End of this chapter)