Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 391 Father, can you give me a hug?

"Father, what's up with Xizel's psychic power?"

Telramus, who had specially rushed back from the front battlefield to visit his son, asked Noah in great confusion.

He couldn't understand why his offspring had awakened psychic powers in such an extreme form. There was nothing wrong with him himself, and even his partner, Huang Yulong, who was born with psychic powers, also had psychic powers.

However, their child awakened a spiritual power named Ash Power by his father. This made Tyramus a little confused, because the dragon race inherited the power of their parents through their bloodline, so how could there be such an exaggerated change?

"How do you answer with that expression? What's so strange about it?"

Noah glanced at his second son who seemed to be a little noisy, and said with dissatisfaction,
"The spiritual energy system is rich and varied. After combining with my bloodline, it is nothing to say that such a change has occurred. Isn't it normal?"

"But this power is too extreme!"

Tyramus frowned and said that he didn't think the power of his offspring was too evil.

Speaking of evil, who can be compared to him? He looks like a golden dragon, but actually commands an ever-growing and expanding army of undead machines.

What he really cares about is that this overly extreme power is difficult to control. Then, Xizel is bound to be rejected by the surrounding creatures. Who would be willing to come into contact with a destructive creature whose body is reduced to ashes?
"He'll be in control."

Noah responded calmly, saying that he had enough confidence in his eldest grandson because he was now personally tutoring and educating him.

"Father, is he unable to enter Dragon Academy?"

"What do you say?"

Noah didn't want to answer such ignorant questions.

It was because Xizel was not suitable to enter the academy that Noah taught him personally. Now in his territory, all dragons must enter the academy to study, which has become a rule.

What Xizel looked forward to most in his childhood was entering the academy. Metal dragons are very sociable dragons. Unfortunately, the expectations of this little dragon were destined to be dashed. Before he mastered the power of ashes, it would be impossible for him to enter the Dragon Academy.

"Thank you for your trouble!"

Telramus bowed his head slightly.

"Instead of saying these things, you might as well come back more often and stop focusing your energy underground."

Although Noah believed that his company and teaching were enough to eliminate most of the anxiety and timidity in his eldest grandson's heart, the more dragons that accompanied him, the better.

"I can only focus my energy underground."

Hearing this, Noah couldn't help but look up and stare at the heir in front of him.
"It's not that we don't allow you to participate in the plane conquest, but your legion is too special and cannot be hidden from the gods."

"I know, so I just need to focus on building my own underground kingdom."

"..."

Noah was silent for a while. The second gate had been built, but Noah did not lead the team himself. Instead, he entrusted the important task to his eldest son.

Now it is his eldest son Eliad who leads the army alone and fights outside, and he is assisted by the orc king Grom. He is the main force in fighting against the incarnation of God.

The reason why Noah was so bold to let go was that after two wars of conquest, the faith in the Lord of the Flame Sun had suffered a considerable setback.

According to Noah's communication with the gods, some gods who did not want to reveal their names were already preparing for a war of gods. Sensing the dangerous aura, the Sun Lord Heliers no longer dared to consume too much divine power to project his incarnation into the material world.

Although protecting his faith in the secular world from extinction is safeguarding His future, His current existence has already been seriously threatened.

If he were killed in the sky and fell from the sky, then in the future, the religious sect without the protection of the true god would fall apart in a short period of time once it was hunted down and attacked by other true gods, and the hope of resurrection would be slim.

On the contrary, if he could hold on, what would happen if the mortal sects were extinct? As gods, they had never lacked faith.

After learning the news, Noah assigned this important task to his eldest son for training and tempering, but his second son did not go to the battlefield.

Noah did not want to expose the undead mechanical army to too many eyes. It was better to keep a low profile. Who knew how many gods would be watching the war he started.

The reason why there is not much interference from gods now is that the gods already know the agreement reached between Noah and certain gods.

This can be said to be part of the war between gods. If there were no interests involved, no god would blindly participate in the war between gods started by other gods.

When the war between gods develops to the end, there is a high probability that it will end with the fall of one or more gods. Not everyone is willing to take this risk.

"What do you think of your future development?"

"I don't have any ideas. I just want to be the king of the underground."

Teramus replied in a flat tone.

"The status of the king of the Underdark is not worthy of my offspring. Have you ever thought about becoming a dragon god, or even a dragon king?"

The second son's emotions were clear, and Noah was able to guess the reason after a little thought. After all, the treatment of this eldest grandson and his father back then was completely different.

Of course, even Noah had to admit that he had spent more energy and effort on this eldest grandson than on all his previous offspring. Although there were special reasons for this grandson himself, it was also a change that Noah made after reflection.

However, as one of the prices Noah reflected on, Teramus couldn't help feeling a little unfair after seeing how his child was treated, but fortunately, it was his own child.

"Dragon God? Father, do you think I can become a god?"

"why not?"

Noah asked back.

Given the relationship between his father and the gods, as his descendant, do I need to maintain any awe and admiration for the existence of gods at this level?
Treating God as a goal to be pursued and surpassed is the attitude that his descendants should have towards the gods.

What kind of god do you think I could be?"

Teramus did not answer and continued to ask questions.

"You still need to ask me such a question? Don't you have any idea in your mind? Apart from the God of Death, what other priesthood is more suitable for you?"

"Death Realm? Father, don't you think there are not enough gods hostile to you now?"

Teramus asked in confusion. He really couldn't imagine how his father dared to make such a suggestion.

He knew very well the situation his father was facing now. The gods in the priesthoods of [Sun], [Light] and other gods did not have much good feelings towards his father. The Lord of the Flame Sun was the first to take action, but he would definitely not be the last.

Although his father has reached cooperation with some gods, the cooperation is only temporary. The cooperation between gods is very fragile, let alone the gods and the dragons in the secular world? The cooperation between the two parties is just to get what they need.

Because his father and some gods all hope that the Lord of Yan Yang will fall, the two sides have a basis for cooperation. When this goal is achieved, the cooperation will naturally come to an end. It is unlikely that they will become strangers, and it is very likely that they will confront each other head-on and fight to the death.

Now his father actually suggested that he step into the realm of Death. Although it is different from the Sun and there is no real carrier, the concept of death is everywhere.

To some extent, this is even worse than some of the areas invaded by Noah. Some doomsday sects are claiming everywhere that death is the ultimate eternity, and the destruction of the world represents the arrival of the final death, and death will always exist.

According to Telramus's knowledge, the oldest god of death does not need the faith of the secular world. He sits there quietly, watching the birth and death of billions of planes and the passage of time. He seems to care about nothing and simply records everything.

Even if this ancient god cannot be threatened, other gods who occupy the portfolio of death are enough to give the peeper a hard time.

The gods who hold this kind of priesthood do not need to be good at fighting. They represent a special group that even the gods are unwilling to provoke.

"Just tell me whether you want to or not."

Noah spoke up.

"If there is a chance, I will not give up becoming a dragon god of death."

Tyramus was straightforward and did not hide his thoughts. He embarked on this path. Only by becoming a god could he clear everything. Otherwise, he would be nothing more than a golden dragon playing with the undead.

"Then you should develop in this direction!"

Although Noah did not intend to deify himself, he was not opposed to making his descendants true gods.

"Those Death Gods?"

"I've already offended so many gods, so what if I offend another group? What's the difference in essence?"

Noah showed a rather open-minded attitude, or rather, he just didn't care. Death was indeed awe-inspiring, but it didn't include Noah.

The power displayed by gods in the material world is limited, and no god is an exception. As for those most feared death spells, Noah does not think that these can break through the many resistances he possesses as an ancestral dragon.

"I need believers, dragon believers!"

Seeing that his father was so easy to talk to today, Tairamus' eyes moved and he made further requests.

"Get lost. If you want dragon believers, then go and train them yourself."

Noah did not allow his second son to get too far. He still had a lot of room for improvement and plenty of time to cultivate a group of believers. He should not have any ideas about taking advantage of his old father, as his family assets were limited.

"Then I need people, highly qualified humans who have received a complete education!"

"Okay, but you have to recruit them yourself. I can open channels for you."

"recruit?"

"That's right. Aren't you planning to build an underground kingdom that belongs only to you? Since it's a kingdom, it needs a management layer. Do you want a group of mechanical dead spirits to be your managers?"

"Understood!"

Teramus nodded thoughtfully, explaining the reason and tempting him with the benefits.

"Just understand. Why don't you go see your son again?"

The adult Jin Long nodded and prepared to go and see his timid and introverted son again. However, when he turned around, he hesitated for a moment and then looked at Noah. In Noah's puzzled eyes, he opened his mouth and made a request.
"Dad, can you give me a hug?"

Noah was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything, but he transformed into a dragon man again and strode down the jade platform. In front of Teramus, who was a little regretful of saying this, and in his slightly surprised look, he hugged him.
"Tyra, no matter what you want to do, I will support you and protect you from any threats that you cannot bear. Just do what you want."

"Father! I..."

"You should go see your child. It's not enough to have me as your grandfather accompany you. I can't replace your position as a father after all."

Noah released his hand, took a few steps back, then released the Transfiguration Spell again, transforming into an imperial and majestic form, hovering above the jade platform.

Teramus was a little slow to react and just stared at Noah, as if he had just experienced an incredible hallucination.

"Can I take Cesar out for some fun? Go underground."

"You should have taken him out to play a long time ago."

"I will send him back in twenty days."

"No, just come back whenever you have enough fun, or you can bring him along to teach him if you want."

"I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll send him back."

"can."

Soon, the two dragons, one big and one small, left Elishim together through the teleportation array and entered the Underdark. Noah, who had been paying close attention, couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene.

However, this smile did not stay on Noah's face for long, as it was washed away by the sudden news. It was news from Middle-earth that the Elf King's Court was now facing an unprecedented crisis.

Noah was happy to see the elves in trouble, even though the Elf Royal Court was now ruled by his great-niece Parvati.

After all, this great niece entered the Elf King's Court not to destroy the entire elves. If that were the case, even a demigod would be blasted down and would not be able to hold on to power.

The royal family and the priests were not so crazy as to do so. In fact, under Parvati's governance, the Elf King's Court, which had been decaying for thousands of years, was gradually regaining vitality and vigor, and had a completely different look from the past thousands of years.

Especially after experiencing the baptism of the Undead Plague, the power within the Elf King's Court was redistributed, resulting in the interests and resources that were originally concentrated in the upper class beginning to be dispersed and circulated to the middle and lower classes.

Therefore, in recent years, many heroic figures and legendary seeds have emerged in the Elf King's Court, and there have been gradual signs of revival and revitalization.

But just as the Elf King's Court was gradually recovering the glory of its prosperous era, the bloody shadow from the Eternal Night silently enveloped the Elf King's Court.

(End of this chapter)