Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 373: Holy Dragon's Black Gloves, Disaster of Eternal Night

In the Kingdom of Yan Yang, the holy city that was said to be blessed by the sun and where night never fell was now shrouded in countless shadows. They were the cross shadows cast on the earth by giant dragons soaring in the sky.

"Great Lord of the Flaming Sun, Ruler of the Scarlet Fire Sun, your humble servant begs for your protection. The minions of the dragon clan are approaching and will soon set foot on your sacred city..."

Wearing a crown of red fire, the pope looked majestic but his body was shaking constantly. His breath was as weak as a candle in the wind. Under the golden statue, he kept praying to the gods.
"Please bring the wrath of the sun to the world and wash away its sins!"

On the battlefield, even an army formed by the most devout believers would be defeated by the legion composed of dragons.

Even if the Christian army can withstand a high casualty rate without being defeated, its will is useless in the face of the huge gap in strength, and will only cause greater casualties.

Even if the Pope personally led the Knights Templar onto the battlefield, armed with God-given weapons containing divine power, it was difficult to save the defeat. He was able to escape back because a person favored by God helped him block the attack at the cost of his life. This was also because he was a chosen one, otherwise he would not have been able to escape the battlefield.

But even so, nothing can be saved. The golden dragon that blasphemed God again and again was too powerful, so powerful that it was beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals.

The weapons bestowed by the gods not only failed to kill him, but were instead eaten by him as food. When this happened, many believers on the battlefield lost their faith and fell into madness on the spot.

That is to say, the old Pope, as one of God's chosen people, has gone through the years with a firm will and devout faith, and was not defeated by this scene. Even though he witnessed the successive defeats of the incarnations of God, he still firmly believed that God is sacred and immortal.

Short-sighted believers may think that gods are invincible and cannot accept the failure of gods, even if they just fall into decline.

But for an old man like the Pope, he can understand and accept the loss of power of gods in the material world. The constraints of the material world on gods are too strong.

However, for the eternal and immortal gods, all of this is temporary. Even if ignorant mortals achieve a temporary victory in the contest with the gods, they will be defeated by time, and the fruits of past victory will disappear under the erosion of time. The ultimate winner must be God.

The Pope thought so, but he did not expect that one day he would become one of the gods’ temporary failures. He is one of God’s chosen people!

The same thing happening to others is different from happening to oneself. He can accept that hundreds of thousands of believers become one of the prices for the failure of God, but he cannot accept himself becoming the price.

"Stop talking about it. If your god still had the guts to respond to you, would you have to kneel here for so long?"

At this time, a lazy and frivolous voice sounded.

"Who? Get out!"

"presumptuous!"

"Be bold!"

Several bishops following the old Pope suddenly showed expressions of shock and anger, their eyes fixed on a shadow that was spreading under the statue.

None of them had thought that someone would dare to hide under the statue of the god when one of the chosen people of the god was praying to the god. What kind of blasphemy was this? It was simply disregarding the majesty of the god.

"I'm not being bold, I just see through the thoughts of your gods."

The shadow spreading from the feet of the statue bulged upwards, and a group of small and exquisite golden-patterned bats flew out from it. These bats did not look cold or evil at all, but instead had a sense of grandeur and dignity. They roared like dragons, as if they were the roars of giant beasts.

Amid the roars that rose and fell and echoed in the temple, a slender and elegant figure appeared. He stood on the altar, in front of the statue, overlooking the clergy below whose auras were above legendary. His flawless face was filled with a faint smile, as if he was attending a grand banquet, and he was the focus of attention.

Of course, he is now also the focus of the scene. Everyone's eyes are focused on him, but everyone's eyes want to tear him apart alive. However, considering the statue behind him, all the bishops, including the Pope, dare not act rashly.

It would be a big joke if you prayed for the gods to come down but failed to bring down their will. But it would be a big joke if you smashed the statues of the gods in the process.

"How dare a mere vampire blaspheme my Lord!"

"Get off!"

At first, these bishops were just shocked and angry, but when they saw the black mist bats flying around the man who seemed to be the embodiment of the night, anger filled the minds of several clergymen.

With such distinctive features, the racial identity of this man who dared to appear in front of them in times of crisis could not be more obvious: he was just a lowly vampire.

This dark race actually dared to appear before them and mocked them. What did they think they were? They were the priests of the Lord of the Flaming Sun, the ultimate nemesis of all evil and undead creatures.

Even the youngest bishop present had forgotten the last time he had a head-on encounter with dark creatures. After those ugly and evil monsters sensed their approach, they had no time to hide, let alone come close to them.

But now, some vampires dared to appear openly in the temple of the Lord of the Flaming Sun, and even stood on the altar and looked down at them. This was simply too much.

"I came here to kindly remind you. Why do you have this attitude? It's really disappointing. Is this the only demeanor of a priest of the gods?"

Wayne walked down from the altar step by step. His lazy posture made several True God priests furious.

"I'm down here, what can you do to me?"

"die!"

The moment Wayne's footsteps touched the ground, a burly and irritable priest pulled out a three-headed flail from under his white bishop's cloak with gold edges and swung it at the evil creature.

A qualified True God priest can take on any position in battle, whether it is melee combat, ranged spellcasting or auxiliary healing, as long as there is a need.

As for the priest who is only good at healing, he is a useless piece of trash with no future and can never reach the legendary level. What kind of priest is he if he can't deal damage in melee combat?
"Did the flames burn your brains? Since I dare to stand in front of you, it means I have someone to rely on!"

Facing the sacred flail that was smashing towards him, Wayne sighed softly, and then, in the incredulous gazes of many clergymen, he snatched the weapon blessed by God with his bare hands.

Zizzi~

The sound of flesh being roasted rang out, and wisps of green smoke floated out from Wayne's slender fingers, but he still had a nonchalant smile on his face. He looked at the weapon and then commented,
"What a crude and ugly weapon, without any sense of beauty!"

As he finished speaking, cracks were seen spreading from his grip to the entire weapon. This weapon, which was almost a legend, exploded with a loud bang. The fragments flew out and shot in all directions, blocking one attack after another from all sides. The other bishops did not watch the show, as this was not a one-on-one duel between knights.

But in this temple, in the sacred realm blessed by the gods, the man, who is a dark creature, made progress effortlessly, easily resisting one divine spell after another that should have burned and purified him.

The Lord of Eternal Night, who had easily resolved all attacks, still had a lot of energy and leisure to spare. He cast his eyes on the bishop who had first attacked him. As the Pope suddenly woke up, he stretched out his hand to him and gently shook it.

Wow~

A stream of vibrant red blood was flying in the hall. It came from the bishop whose weapon was taken away by Wayne. All the blood in his body was drained at that moment.

Wayne did not use any skills to seize the weapon, just pure violence. As a result, a large piece of flesh was torn off the palm of the original owner of the broken flail. For the legend, this injury was not even a scratch, but at this moment it became the fatal weakness of the bishop.

"you dare!"

The Pope could no longer bear to watch this, and under the watchful eyes of the gods, he allowed an Archbishop of Yanyang to be killed by a vampire. He, the Pope, could then commit suicide.

"hehe!"

Wayne sneered and stretched out his hand. The blood he drew immediately turned into a blood blade in the air and fell into his hand. At the same time, his unique eternal night domain suddenly opened.

The light was dim and there was no light in all directions, as if night had fallen, but this was clearly the temple of a god, a god who controlled the power of the sun.

Under normal circumstances, Wayne certainly wouldn't dare to be so arrogant. Even though he has successfully transformed into the Lord of Eternal Night and still retained some of his Titan blood, this is not a reason for him to run wild under the statue of the true God.

He dared to be so rampant because he saw his uncle's arrival with his own eyes. So he had been lurking for many days and directly broke into the temple and killed people. He was betting that this god would not dare to descend again.

Every time a god invests a certain amount of power into the material world, it must consume at least ten equal amounts of power. This is a terrifying investment for a god.

It would be fine if there were gains, but the incarnations sent down were all in vain. Judging from reason, as long as this god still has some brains, he should not send down any more incarnations.

However, even if the worst case scenario happened, it didn’t matter, because his uncle had already arrived, and the incarnation of God would be dealt with by his uncle, and he could still take the opportunity to reap the rewards.

Unfortunately, under the realm of eternal night, the originally brilliant and dazzling statue gradually dimmed, without any sign of resistance.

"His Majesty!"

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, even the Pope, who had been God's chosen people for nearly a thousand years, could not help but tremble in his heart. The statue would be polluted by the realm of evil creatures, which meant that the true God he served no longer favored this place.

"See? You have been abandoned by your God! Why don't you consider following me? I will never abandon you."

Seeing the changes in the statue, Wayne, who was originally a little worried, couldn't help but burst into laughter. His body exploded in an instant, turning into a terrifying tide of bats, which instantly filled all the space in the hall and directly drowned all the clergymen.

When a dragon destroyed the main temple and collapsed a corner of it, an endless black tide was seen surging out of it. Upon closer inspection, it was found that the black tide was actually densely packed with bloodthirsty bats.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty the Holy Dragon, thank you so much. I never thought that one day I would be able to taste the blood of God's chosen people. It's such sweet blood!"

Hearty laughter echoed in the sky, and the surging black tide gradually obscured the capital of the Flame Sun Church. However, palm-sized bloodthirsty bats were spread across every inch of space in the sky and underground, and were almost everywhere.

However, when some dragons or dragon people could no longer hold back and could not stand the dense, needle-like threat from all directions and could not help attacking the bats, these seemingly easy-to-provoke bats shattered at the touch and turned into a dark mist that dissipated in the air.
In just a moment, the omnipresent tide of bats disappeared without a trace, but along with the bats, all the high-ranking clergy in the main temple, including the Pope, also disappeared.

As a result, everyone in the Dragon Legion, from top to bottom, knew that the fruits of their victory in conquering the Theocracy were taken away by a vampire monarch who had been lurking for a long time.

Of course, the other party did not completely take advantage. Before the dragon clan set foot in the temple, he had already dealt with all the clergy in the temple, which was equivalent to clearing away a lot of trouble for the dragon army.

Even so, the legion still had great hostility and hatred towards this vampire monarch, because he almost looted the core layer of the Yanyang Church and indirectly robbed the largest batch of wealth.

What annoyed many dragon commanders even more was that this despicable blood clan monarch, like a leech attached to their bones, entangled in the marching vanguard of the legion.

Wherever the legion went, those bloodthirsty bats followed. After the dragons defeated the resistance of the Church of the Flaming Sun, those bloodthirsty bats took the opportunity to swarm forward and drink the blood of those devout believers at will.

Although such an action did not cause any actual losses to the Dragon Army, the feeling of being taken advantage of really made the Dragons feel disgusted.

"All sins will be mine!"

In front of the ancestral golden dragon that looked like the shining sun, the man who turned into darkness bowed slightly.

"As for you, my great uncle, you will be the eternal and immortal golden sun on this earth!"

"Thanks a lot!"

Noah sighed slightly as he looked at his nephew, whose aura was growing and expanding almost every moment.

The theocracy had been destroyed by him, but what was destroyed was the faith order dominated by the gods. On this land, there are still a large number of pan-believers and devout believers who believe in the Lord of the Flaming Sun.

This was an extremely thorny problem for Noah. He could use revenge as an excuse to counterattack the Kingdom of Gods, but it was hard to justify wielding a butcher knife against millions of ordinary humans.

However, the problem now is no longer a problem for him, because someone has taken on all the sins and cleared all the devout believers for him.

(End of this chapter)