Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 328 My Stupid Second Son

Faced with the temptation of becoming an ancestor, any protest or objection is futile. Especially with Noah, who has become an ancestor dragon, speaking from his own experience, any parent who wants their offspring to become better will not be able to resist.

Admittedly, it is impossible for all dragons to become ancestral dragons, but the expectations of most dragon parents are not that high. As long as their children can return to their ancestral bloodline and become an atavistic dragon, that's enough.

As long as Noah can make a small number of the dragon children in the Dragon Academy embark on the road to returning to their ancestral home, not only will the dragon lords under Noah be loyal to him, even the dragons that do not belong to him will rush to send their offspring to him, even if they have to pay some price for it.

Noah was very confident about whether he could make atavistic dragons appear in the Dragon Academy. With the qualities of the metal dragon race, they would produce some geniuses. Coupled with this cramming education, Noah didn't believe that he couldn't force out a few atavistic dragons.

Noah's new school, to be honest, he didn't know what kind of education he should provide to the dragon race. After all, the dragon race is already very strong.

But there was no other way. All the dragon lords under his command united, and Noah had no choice but to agree.

Since we want to establish an education system exclusively for the dragon clan, it is natural that the educated dragons must have stronger combat power than the wild dragons that grow freely. They must surpass them in all aspects.

Therefore, Noah brought over the education system that he had once enjoyed, witnessed, and proven to be effective, and made some modifications based on the racial characteristics of the dragon race.

For example, the Dragon Clan does not need to have four classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon. They can be directly combined into two large classes without the need for a break in between.

Under this kind of education system, there will definitely be well-trained dragons who will stand out and embark on the road of returning to their ancestors, adding to the reputation of the Dragon Academy established by Noah.

However, this is not something that can be achieved overnight, and Noah cannot say for sure what kind of dragon can awaken and become an atavistic dragon. The atavism of bloodline is not limited to the strength of the dragon bloodline. On the contrary, the weaker the dragon, the easier it is to awaken.

Even if there are no results for the time being, the education system of Dragon Academy is still operating stably, because Noah's existence is the biggest guarantee.

"Father!"

Teramus, who carried a heavy bookish air and looked like a young scholar, stood in front of Noah. At his feet, Noah could see dark shadows surging like ink from the perspective of an ancestral dragon. Deep in the shadows, one killing machine after another, flashing cold metallic colors, was lurking, waiting for their chance to strike.

"Have you thought it through? Are you planning to leave now?"

"This is what my brother and I agreed on. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise."

The 45-year-old young dragon Tyramus said with a firm gaze.

Although he was not able to perfect the Giant God Soldiers that the goblins possessed, the mechanical undead that he had modified were enough to help his brother sweep across the surrounding countries, because he had already created mechanical undead with legendary combat power with the help of a certain unnamed existence.

Although there are not many of them, only three, and they have not formed a crushing momentum against the enemies around their brother's territory, but they are already qualified to sweep them away.

The reason why he stopped waiting was because Tairamus was worried that if he delayed any further, his brother would sweep away everything with his own strength.

By then, the agreement between the two brothers became a joke. Although his brother would certainly not care, Teramus took it very seriously and he was eager to prove himself.

"Since you have made up your mind, go ahead. But before you go, remember to arrange for a substitute so as not to delay the students who have chosen mechanical engineering."

Noah did not stop his second son from helping his eldest son, but just gave him some instructions.

"Substitute teaching? I've already submitted my resignation."

"Oh, I have rejected your resignation application, so you are still a teacher at the college. I approve your leave, but I do not accept your resignation, so you will be away for a long time, so you must find a substitute."

Noah said lightly.

"I can't possibly return any time soon."

"So you have to carefully select substitute lecturers and make sure their teaching quality is no lower than your normal level."

"This, okay."

Seeing his father's attitude, Telramus had no choice but to agree.

"By the way, allow me, as a father, to ask you a question. Do you plan to go there alone? Without any followers?"

Just as Telramus was about to say goodbye and leave, Noah stopped him and asked curiously.

"You know that I don't have any followers or followers, but as for the goblins I know, do you think it's appropriate to bring them to the battlefield?

Although they did create powerful war mechas, they were too fragile in the face of legends. "

Tyramus frowned as he responded to his father's question. Over the years, he only traveled between the Giant God Workshop and the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, without any extra communication with the dragon world.

In addition to completing the teaching tasks forced upon him by his father, he devoted himself to the transformation of the Undead Legion, pouring almost all his energy into it.

"Of course I'm not referring to the goblins. I've already signed an executive order that no goblins are allowed to set foot on the front lines of the battlefield. They can only engage in research and development, production and manufacturing and other related occupations."

Although Noah did not like the appearance of the goblins, he had to admit that once the technology mastered by the goblins was popularized, the impact on people's livelihood would be extraordinary.

Not to mention other things, just the airships that the goblins researched, manufactured, and put into commercial use have turned the Giant God Workshop's losses into profits.

At the same time, the city of Elishim, which was originally just the core of commerce and trade in the eastern part of the Zealandia continent, is now tending to become the commercial center of the continent.

Because of the emergence of the goblin airship, merchants can travel further and the influence of the Holy Dragon Land can radiate further.

Even though airships have various dangers and disadvantages, their low cost and the advantage that even mortals can operate them are enough to establish their dominant position in the air transport industry.

“I just want to remind you that when you want to do something and really want to succeed, you must make good use of all the resources at your disposal.”

"I have already taken all the materials in the Giant God Workshop..."

"My foolish son, have you forgotten your identity as my heir?"

Noah couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't you issue a call for conscription in your own name?" "In my name? Who? The dragon lords under your command? They don't even know me!"

Telramus frowned even more, because he felt that his father had made a very ridiculous suggestion.

"It's true that they are unfamiliar with you, but you are my descendant, so it doesn't matter."

"Irrelevant?"

Teramus could not understand.

"You really should go out more often and listen to the voices of your fellow tribesmen instead of fiddling with your mechanical undeads."

Noah gave advice to his offspring.
"Do you know how many dragon lords I have under my command?"

"One hundred and thirty-two."

Teramus replied.

"Then do you know when these dragon lords pledged allegiance to me?"

"Of course I know, they are all..."

"This is all public information. Why haven't you reacted yet?"

Noah couldn't help shaking his head.
"Among the 132 lords, 121 of them were canonized at the same time. After this period, in more than a hundred years, I only canonized 11 more lords. It is not certain that a dragon can be canonized by me in ten years. Do you know why?"

“Because there is too little land?”

Teramus blurted out.

"Yes, my territory is too small to support too many Dragon Lords at the same time. But even if I control the number of Dragon Lords, there is still a very serious problem that has emerged."

"what is the problem?"

"My dragon lords have become more powerful than they were a hundred years ago, and their needs have also increased with the passage of time, but their territory remains the same as it was a hundred years ago, without any changes, and they have no way to expand outward."

Noah lowered his head, his tone was grim, his dragon eyes were as blazing as the sun,
"Even if you don't know them, based on your understanding of yourself, if you were in the same situation as them, what choice do you think you would make?"

"war!"

At this moment, Tairamus suddenly realized that he was indeed too ignorant of his father's territory. The seemingly increasingly prosperous territory actually concealed such huge risks and hidden dangers.

Dragons are creatures that can never be satisfied. Tyramus knows this all too well. Just like himself, even though he has completed the transformation of his undead legions, he still wants to have a larger and more powerful mechanical legion. He is not satisfied with his current achievements.

"That's right. It's not just these dragon lords who crave war. There are also these students you teach. A hundred years later, when they graduate from here, even if only a few of them want to become dragon lords, they will become the source of war and chaos."

Noah explained a more terrifying reality. The main source of students in the Dragon Academy are the descendants of Dragon Lords. These young dragons are influenced by their parents, and most of them want to become Dragon Lords like their parents.

There are nearly five hundred dragons. Even if only half of them want to become lords, their demand for land is difficult to satisfy on the current Zealandia continent.

These dragons will also marry, and their offspring, even if only a portion of them are affected, will increase the demand for land exponentially.

The arrival of the territorial expansion war launched by the metal dragon clan is inevitable. No matter what the reason, the scale of the war will only get bigger and bigger, and the scope of the war will not only stay in the current plane, but will also extend to other material planes.

The coming of this war will not be affected by the will of any dragon. Even Noah, who is known as the Holy Dragon, cannot stop it. In other words, as long as the order dominated by him still exists, the war led by the dragon lords is bound to come, and it will become more and more terrifying as the number of lords increases.

"Father, are you guiding all this on purpose?"

Tyramus felt an unprecedented sense of terror rising in his heart. He raised his head and looked up at his father who was looking down at him, and felt an unprecedented chill.

Because he could already foresee that countless creatures would wail and then die under the dragon's wings.

"No, I didn't guide it deliberately. This is the expansion instinct that order must have. When order loses the ability to expand outward, it will enter into infinite involution and then collapse in the involution."

Noah denied what Teramus said,
"As a great lord, the only thing I need to do is to make the order I created have a stronger expansion potential and give it a longer and more lasting life and vitality."

"Father, if everything is really as you said, then when I come out as your descendant to call for help, many dragon lords will lead their followers and servants to join me."

"You can go and try."

There was a smile in Noah's words.
“To be honest, I can only feel their desire for war, but I don’t know to what extent they are looking forward to war.

So, Teramus, my child, go and test me, and verify whether what I have said and what I have guessed about the future are correct or not! "

"As you wish."

Although he had not originally planned to rely on the power of any dragon lord, Tyramus has now changed his mind. Just like his father said, when he wants to accomplish something, why not do everything he can and use any means necessary?
Besides, he was the son of the Holy Dragon. It was a right he should have to call on his father's followers in the name of the Holy Dragon.

Of course, it is the freedom of those dragon lords to choose to refuse or respond to the call. After all, he is only the son of the Holy Dragon, not the Holy Dragon.

However, to Telramus's, or rather Noah's, expectations, when the Second Son of the Holy Dragon, who had seldom appeared in public, made a public appearance and announced that he would go to the other side of the continent to wage a war of conquest, the entire Holy Dragon Land was in an uproar.

Not only the Dragon Lords responded enthusiastically, but also many small and medium-sized nobles originally ennobled by the Augustus family, and the freelance class that emerged from among the wealthy citizens, also showed extraordinary enthusiasm.

At this time, Noah, as the great lord, discovered that those who were eager for war were not only the increasingly powerful dragon lords, but also the human nobles and the dragon citizens who were transformed under the dragonization realm, who were also eager for merit.

In the entire Holy Dragon Land, it seems that the only one who advocates peace the most is him, the Holy Dragon Overlord.

(End of this chapter)