Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 360: Wasn't he asleep? Why was he still moving?

"Mother, what's the situation in heaven?"

When Ophelia returned to her partner's residence with a frown on her face, she saw her offspring coming towards her with an equally solemn expression.

"The situation in the heavens is not good."

The Seraphim Archangel, who had explored the heavens, was naturally attracted by a sword mark in the corner of the palace. It was so obvious that it was hard not to notice it.

"What happened while I was away? Did someone come and attack Noah?"

"No one attacked my father, but someone was definitely spying on me. I sensed her presence, but I couldn't stop her, and afterwards I couldn't find any trace of her."

Elijah reported all the abnormal situations he encountered to his mother with a serious expression. Now only his mother could help his father.

"Can't you find any traces afterwards?"

Ophelia walked to the sword mark and felt it silently, but after not sensing any residual breath, she had an idea in her mind.

She did not doubt her child's judgment, but believed in Eliade's perception that someone had sneaked into the palace and spied on Noah at close range, but the other party did not leave any trace, which confirmed the information she had heard.

Sometimes, being too clean can actually explain the problem better, because the skills of most assassins cannot be perfect and traceless. Only the most top-notch and rare group can come and go without a trace, leaving no trace, making it impossible to track them.

"Mother, do you know who it is?"

Seeing the thoughtful look on the Seraphim's face, Eliade asked.

"I don't know. I can't be sure which one it was, but I can confirm one thing. Your father has gotten into big trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Many gods already regard your father as a threat and a potential challenger. You should know what this means."

"My father doesn't intend to be deified..."

"Even my mother and I don't believe this explanation. Do you expect the gods to believe it?"

Eliade was silent.

"I don't know what your father is going to do, but the current situation is caused by him. Now, he should bear all the consequences."

Ophelia's words sounded very cold-blooded, but the problem was that this Archangel, who was supposed to be in heaven, frequently descended to the mortal world and now stayed directly with Noah.

"Mother, can't you let Grandfather speak?"

Eliade thought of his mother's background. She was the daughter of Seraphim. Such a noble being, if she spoke up for Noah, even the gods would give her face.

"You know, I have been a partner with your father for such a long time, but he has never officially visited my father. I have mentioned it several times and asked him to go to the heaven, but he is unwilling to go and has always refused me."

"This, father must have his own concerns."

Not remembering his grandfather's solemn yet kind and friendly face, Elijah understood his father to some extent, but he had to admit that this was a rather rude behavior.

But even so, Eliade is still trying to make amends for his father.

"If the time was right, father would never do such a disrespectful thing and would definitely go to see grandfather."

"It doesn't matter whether you pay your respects or not, what matters is the thought behind it."

Ophelia herself didn't have any feelings about this matter, but her father had a lot of opinions about it, which led to her being directly rejected when she mentioned Noah's problems to her father.

"But my father is asleep now. There is no way to make amends even if I want to."

"No need to make amends. Your grandfather is not as capable as you think. He cannot interfere with the material world now."

Ophelia glanced at her offspring.

As a seraph, his power is undeniably strong. He does not need faith and can be on par with other gods.

But therein lies the problem, because they are too independent and their connection with the material world is weaker than that of the gods, so the instinctive will of the material world is particularly resistant. The rejection suffered by such beings is much stronger than that of the gods.

Only under certain coincidences, with the help of many anchor points and special circumstances, can great power be brought down into the material world.

Just like the last time, he severely injured the Immortal King with one sword. That was because the Immortal King himself was also an alien that had surpassed the critical point, or an alien that had already broken into the material world. Between two evils, he had to choose the lesser of two evils, and the will of the material world allowed Seraph to take action.

"Then what should we do now?"

Elijah looked a little anxious, and the crisis had already emerged. But now the most prominent backer did not take action.

Although there is still one person in hell, that person in hell had problems a long time ago. Judging from the endless stream of demonized and fallen people from the Augustus family, the problem has not been solved yet, and there is no need to count on him now.

"Don't worry, I stole your grandfather's sword and armor."

Ophelia skillfully drew a flaming sword from the void, and then, in front of Elijah's slightly surprised gaze, she took out a suit of silver-white armor. The pure white divine light that leaped like a flame made the eldest son of the Holy Dragon speechless.

The grandfather certainly didn’t want to help. It was okay that the sword was taken away by the mother, but could the armor on his body be stolen?
"He also assured me that no gods would go out of Heaven Mountain during this period."

"This is enough."

Elijah was shocked. His grandfather in heaven had given him all the support he could. He had nothing to ask for. The rest, naturally, was a matter between him and his mother.

"You have been guarding your father for so long, you must be tired, take a rest, I will take over the guard from now on, I want to see what kind of cunning guy dares to target Noah!"

The archangel, who has been fighting for hundreds of years and whose real age is still unknown to Noah, snorted coldly, full of murderous intent.

When she came down, she actually planned to bring her own legion of angels down with her, and she also thought about taking the Savior's Ark, but she was stopped.

There was really no other way, so he stripped the armor off the old father. Because he had been obstructed twice in a row, the Seraph conceded that his armor was removed by his daughter and even gave a guarantee.

"I'm not very tired now." "What? After being raised by Noah for several years, now you don't even listen to me. You don't even trust me?"

"of course not."

"Then why are you still here? You're in the way!"

After forcefully expelling her son, Ophelia took over the responsibility of sheltering Noah. The Hall of Ten Thousand Dragons fell into complete silence, with only hundreds of cocoons formed by fairies floating around, accompanying Noah.

"Hi, is anyone there?"

The rare quiet and beauty did not last long. Less than a month after Ophelia had been guarding Noah alone, a head half appeared from outside the temple door and asked in a lively voice.

It's like a tourist who unfortunately gets lost and happens to see a house here, so he comes to ask for help with the mentality of trying his luck.

"If no one is here, I will come in and do something bad!"

Along with this malicious voice, the archangel, who was wearing divine armor, sitting cross-legged in front of Noah with her eyes closed in meditation, slowly raised her head. The sword placed across her knees suddenly ignited with a holy pure white flame, and an invisible but real realm unfolded.

"Wow, there's someone here. I'm so sorry I didn't see you just now. Excuse me, can I come in?"

Seeing the Archangel open his eyes and look at him, the handsome and charming young man immediately smiled apologetically.
“Oh, sorry, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself, but I can make up for it now. My name is Charon, and I am a famous bard in the Nine Realms.

Of course, some people call me the Hell Poet, because I have a very famous poem about hell, which can make all the listeners feel like they are falling into hell. Are you interested in listening to a passage of it? "

boom--

The vast divine power turned into a sword light and slashed down. Even though there was no restraint, this sword light containing tremendous power still destroyed the poet from hell.

There is no restraint relationship, it's just that no additional damage will be caused, but the power contained in this sword light itself is high enough to completely evaporate most of the legends.

"Hi~ It hurts so much!"

But when the sword light dissipated, only half of the young man's body was left and he groaned in pain. Under Ophelia's silent gaze, countless blood and bones emerged in the void, and then regenerated frantically.

In just a breath, the man who had somehow walked to Noah's bedroom had a complete body again, and his breath did not show any signs of decline.

"Beautiful Miss Angel, your sword is so fast. I haven't even played a hell poem for you yet, and you made me waste a resurrection charm made with divine power."

The man's face was filled with emotion, and his tone revealed heartache, but there was no trace of reluctance or regret on his face.

"But I have prepared twenty stacks of resurrection charms. How many times can you swing your sword?"

Charon looked at the flaming sword in the angel's hand, and a hint of fear unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

There are very few creatures and weapons like them that can make them feel afraid, even in the material world. They are almost extinct, but now they run into one.

Although some gods have spared no effort to consume their divine power and prepared a large number of resurrection spells for them, which will be activated as long as they suffer fatal injuries, the problem is that the feeling of walking on the edge of death is not pleasant.

"How about we both take a step back? I'm not a bad person, and I won't do anything to this honorable Holy Dragon. I just want him to sleep more soundly and longer.

As long as you get out of the way, I think we will have a very pleasant ending today, even though it didn’t start well.”

"Why waste time talking to her? The Hidden Realm can only hold out for half a day. After half a day, the old dragons outside will notice something is wrong. Hurry up and don't waste any more time."

Without waiting for Ophelia to reply, a burly man walked out from behind the bard, and with every step he took forward, his body expanded. In just a few steps, the originally burly man turned into a giant covered in rocks, and his body was still growing.

The Mountain Lord!

A direct descendant of a certain Earth Mother Goddess, he was born with many earth-related spell-like abilities, an inherently noble and sacred being.

"I told you you're stupid, but you still don't accept it. Why don't you investigate the other person's identity before you take action? Do you know who her father is? Can you afford to provoke her?"

Seeing the reckless man in front of him who had revealed his true form and rushed over to fight with others, the Hell Poet Charon could not help but curse.

"Isn't it her partner we are targeting? It has come to this point, why are we still considering her background?"

The middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a somewhat decadent look scratched his hair, which looked like a mess, and asked in confusion.

"Of course. Don't you find that this mission has too many restrictions?"

"That's true, but it doesn't really matter. I just need to shoot this crossbow arrow over there."

The middle-aged man smiled, then took out a small crossbow from his arms, but on this crossbow, an arrow surrounded by a lot of black air was already placed on the string.

Dragon's Bite Arrow
The one-time cursed arrow was forged to target powerful dragons. Even as a non-dragon creature, the man holding the crossbow felt instinctive fear, and his body was trembling slightly.

huh~
The man took out a crossbow from his arms while chatting and laughing, and pulled the trigger. The arrow, which was filled with ominous thoughts and overwhelming resentment, flew out and pointed directly at the dragon clan that was entrenched in the deepest part of the palace, like a continuous golden mountain range.

There is no need to aim because the target is so big that even a blind man has a great chance of hitting the target. What's more, he is a very good spellcaster. Okay, although he is not an archer, his accuracy is still good.

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哆～
A dull sound was heard, and the cursed arrow, which was forged from artifact fragments, had most of its body penetrated directly into the wall. Its tail vibrated slightly, and countless unwilling and resentful roars and wails echoed in the magnificent hall.

"What the hell? What the hell? Is this even empty?"

Seeing the cursed arrow inserted into the wall, the man, who originally had a lazy look on his face, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted.

"Fuck, the scum in charge of intelligence should be dragged out and beheaded a thousand times!"

At this moment, not only the middle-aged man who shot the arrow changed color, but even the lazy bard Charon couldn't help but spit and curse, and dodged frantically, because the dragon claws that were powerful enough to crush thousands of mountains had broken through the space and were crushing towards them.

"Isn't he asleep? Why is he still moving?"

(End of this chapter)