Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 359: God Hunter Group

"Zhuo, what the hell is this place? Why are there dragons everywhere?"

"This is a territory ruled by dragons. Isn't it normal to see a dragon?"

"But there are too many dragons here!"

At the table, six adventurers who looked like third-rate people gathered together, drinking and eating meat with big gulps, complaining at the same time. Their words and gestures were extremely rude, without any etiquette or rules.

However, most of the adventurers gathered in this tavern on the outskirts of the city were like this, so no one paid any attention to them.

"Were you calling us here just to deal with the dragon? If there is nothing unusual, why would you call us here?"

"But this is too abnormal. Guess how many dragons I saw when I was walking around the street today. I swear, there are more dragons hidden in this street than all the dragons in some planes combined."

"Do you need to swear that you think we have no eyes?"

"There are too many ancient dragons. If I were the only one, I would have left by now."

"Oh, coward!"

The young man with deep dark blue eyes and light golden curly hair sneered. This handsome and elegant man had a small lyre on his waist, and one could tell his profession at a glance.

The Bard is a jack-of-all-trades profession that can do melee combat, spellcasting, healing, and support. He knows a little bit of everything, but is not good at anything. If he acts alone, he naturally has no strengths.

But an excellent bard is often the core of a team. In combat and non-combat states, he can provide various gains and blessings to the entire team, making the entire team more harmoniously combined and improving the combat capability of the entire team.

"Bah, if you can do it, go ahead. How about you take on this mission alone?"

The warrior who had just threatened to retreat was immediately mocked by the bard. He had a calm and heavy temperament like the earth, but his temper was extremely explosive.

He was a burly brown-haired man with a huge build. Even when he was sitting, he looked like a mountain of flesh. The flesh on his body was not greasy fat, but solid muscles as hard as rocks.

"I can take it on by myself, but I have to wait for Hebe to come back. I need the information she has. As long as I can understand the dragon's condition, hehe, can't I take down a sleeping dragon by myself?"

The bard Charon was extremely confident, with lightning flashing in his deep blue eyes.

"You can't take it down, this dragon is too weird!"

At the table where six people were sitting, a slender woman appeared out of nowhere and suddenly spoke.

She had been sitting at the table for a long time, but before she spoke, no one noticed her presence, not even the people sitting around the table who came with her.

"Heber, can you please say hello before you speak next time? You'll scare me to death."

The middle-aged man, who looked unremarkable, covered his chest with his hands as if he were still terrified, with an exaggerated look of fear on his face. However, he was the only one who fully revealed his true feelings.

When the gray-skinned, purple-eyed woman opened her mouth, the people around her instinctively distanced themselves from her. Even though it was useless, it was enough to show a lot.

"Didn't I warn you in advance?"

"What do you mean I can't handle that dragon?"

The bard Charon looked at the Void Blade in front of him with interest in his eyes.

"Literally, even your hellish poems can't interfere with that dragon."

Heber responded coldly.

"so smart?"

Charon stroked his chin.
"If my poems can't solve the problem, then I'll have to do it myself. You should know what my true form is. Even so, you still think I can't solve a sleeping dragon alone?"

"Yes."

The woman did not hesitate or think for even a moment, and answered very affirmatively.

"Interesting. How many ancient dragons are guarding that holy dragon? Or is there a divine dragon?"

Charon kept asking, his competitive spirit fully aroused.

In fact, when he accepted this task, he did not expect to see so many "peers".

Although they knew each other and had worked together before, their groups were often just two or three people joining together, and with the support of the gods, that was enough to solve the problem. Cooperation among seven people was extremely rare in history.

"When I went to investigate, I only saw the offspring of the dragon. His followers were just as the intelligence said. Under his influence, they have all fallen asleep."

"Are all three descendants here?"

Another woman spoke up. She was a tall, slender, elegant woman with long silver hair.

Of course, her ears are like those of normal humans, not the pointed ears of an elf, but judging from her temperament and appearance, she probably has some high elf bloodline.

However, such outstanding appearance and temperament would naturally attract attention if it happened in an ordinary city suburb. However, in the Land of Holy Dragon, everyone can be affected by dragonization and with optimized bloodline, such exquisite appearance is as common as a drop of water sinking into the sea.

"There is only one, he should be the eldest son."

"With this kind of defensive strength, why do you think I can't do it?"

Upon hearing the information given by the Void Blade, the bard Charon immediately became dissatisfied.

He thought that the dragon was guarded by a bunch of ancient dragons, or even a divine dragon. If the defense was this high, it would be really tough.

But now, with only the dragon's offspring guarding by his side, what couldn't he do?
"He found me."

Heber lowered his head and took a sip of the cheap beer in front of him. His face showed no sadness or joy, and his voice was calm. However, the information revealed in these words was so shocking that it immediately attracted the attention of the other six people. No one could remain calm.

Even the man sitting at the very top, who had never spoken a word, with brilliant golden hair and orange-red eyes that looked like burning flames, couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the Void Blade.

"What's going on? You are the famous Void Undertaker. The oldest dragon child should be no more than 200 years old. How could he find you? Are all dragon cubs nowadays so outrageous?"

The man who was startled by Herb's words at first was shouting again, without any steadiness that matched his mature and weathered face, just like a rough young man.

"His spiritual perception is very sharp. I only showed a little flaw and he found it."

"You revealed your weakness? Oh, that's your problem. It's normal to be discovered. Do you think that dragon cub can defend against me?"

Charon still refused to give in. He really wanted to know the basis on which the Void Blade in front of him judged that he could not deal with the ancestral golden dragon on his own. In terms of bloodline, he himself was not much worse.

"He can't stop you, but his father can!"

"What do you mean? The dragon is about to wake up. In that case, it will be a bit troublesome." The bard with handsome face and coquettish and passionate temperament touched his chin, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"No, the dragon is still sleeping and is expected to sleep for a long time. But even so, I can sense a very dangerous and deadly aura from him. He cannot be treated as an ordinary dragon."

Heber looked up, his face serious.

"That's why there's no obvious protective force around the dragon. I told you, there's no dragon that doesn't protect itself well when it sleeps."

The middle-aged man took over the conversation very consciously and sighed.

"You still feel threatened even though you're already asleep. Are you sure you're not pretending to be asleep?"

The bard showed a questioning look on his face, because even he had no way to make the Void Blade in front of him feel threatened in life, and he had no confidence in killing the other party anyway.

If this woman wanted to hide, he wouldn't be able to find her anywhere. This was the most disgusting thing about an excellent assassin.

"Are you questioning me?"

Although the expression on Hebe's face remained unchanged, everyone, especially Charon, felt as if a thorn in their backs was stabbed, as if their heads would be removed from their necks in the next moment.

"No, it just feels a little too outrageous. It's not like we haven't seen an ancestral dragon before. How can it be so outrageous?"

Charon couldn't help but complain.

"Ancestor dragons are different from each other. Each ancestral dragon is unique. Do I need to explain this common sense to you again?"

The sturdy man who was first mocked by the bard seized the opportunity and retorted.

"Of course I know that, but no matter how strong one is, there must be a limit. This dragon is less than 300 years old. No matter how outrageous it is, how can it be? It hasn't even left the material world!"

Charon believes that everything in this world is logical, and no creature will become powerful for no reason. If you feel that the other party is beyond common sense, it must be because you don’t have enough information, and the other party has unknown ways of becoming stronger.

"If it were that simple, there would be no need for us to gather together. Those noble Majesties thought it necessary, so we have the opportunity to gather at the same table."

The blond man in the lead finally spoke, and when he spoke, the other six fell silent, all looking at him.

It's not that he is the strongest. No one dares to claim to be the strongest, because this group of people are too special. They act based on hunting down those who dare to regard themselves as gods.

It is just because he is the most special one in this small group. He has the blood of gods flowing in his body. He has obtained divinity and will be used as a container to carry the arrival of a great being when necessary.

"If that's the case, let's discuss it."

"Oh, coward, didn't you just say you wanted to do it independently?"

Glenn the Earth Ripper smiled a mocking smile.

"Of course I'm willing to try, but are you willing to bear the consequences of my mission failure?"

Charon smiled brilliantly with lightning flashing in his eyes. If he was not on a mission, he would have played a hellish melody for the reckless man in front of him to let him know what a requiem was.

"Your mission failed, what does it have to do with me?"

Glenn's face suddenly changed color and he looked indignant.

"Of course it has something to do with you. We are teammates now. My failure is your failure."

The handsome man smiled.

"Scoundrel!"

"Okay, that's enough. Stop arguing about such meaningless things. Now we only have one thing to do, and that is to complete the task in the shortest possible time."

The priestess spoke.

"My suggestion is assassination. The power developed by this dragon is a bit scary. If we make a little noise, I'm afraid we will be surrounded by a large number of ancient dragons. I don't want to go to war with the metal dragon clan."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and gave his suggestion.

"It's been years since the seven God Hunters have gathered together, and now they want to assassinate a single target?"

Charon was somewhat unwilling.

Assassinating a leader and killing him head-on will have completely different effects and reputation.

"There are too many dragons. If you are not convinced or have any opinions, you can go to the streets and walk around and count them."

"That's not necessary."

"Assassination is the most appropriate method, but I have already alerted the descendants of the Holy Dragon. For the next period of time, the vigilance around the dragon should be strengthened. We need to wait for an appropriate opportunity, and once we start, we must complete the task in the shortest possible time, otherwise we will all get into big trouble."

Heber approved the assassination plan, but she also pointed out the difficulties of the assassination.

“What is the shortest time?”

"The time from when the ancient dragon discovered the anomaly to when it descended."

"Is there time in between? Won't we be discovered as soon as we start?"

Every God Hunter present had the power to kill an ancient dragon alone, but the problem was that when a group of metal ancient dragons gathered together, who knew how many of their kind they could summon. No one dared to boast that they could kill a group of metal ancient dragons.

"Go ask those majesties and see if they are willing to be more generous. We are missing a piece of barrier equipment."

"That's not right. I remember you had a..."

"I obtained it myself. It was not given by any being. And it has a limit on the number of times it can be used. So, don't try to take advantage of me."

Heber glanced at him coldly, and the bard immediately shut up.

"Tsk, that's true, alright!"

It is precisely because they are working for the gods that these powerful god hunters are very clear. In the process of carrying out the mission, the important equipment and consumable materials used must be provided by the Church of the Gods, otherwise they will not do it.

There is no reason to work for the gods for nothing at the risk of death. Once you eliminate the threat to the gods, the gods will naturally give you corresponding rewards.

"I think we should get more than just barrier equipment, Dragon Revenge Crossbow, Dragon Resentment Sword, etc. Aren't those guys trying to be injured but not killed? How can we do that without getting some cursed instruments that can work against ancestral dragons?"

(End of this chapter)