Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 402 Father, How Are You Different from the Gods?
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The holy dragon, as bright as the scorching sun and as majestic as the sun in the sky, stretched out its claws. Slight ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and a space shield shaped like an inverted bowl suddenly appeared. Even though the holy dragon gradually increased its downward pressure, it only made the space shield that was originally invisible to the naked eye clearer and obvious, but did not shatter it.

"Nice defense."

Noah felt the toughness and recoil force coming from the dragon claws, and had a rough estimate in his mind. He praised lightly, then retracted the dragon claws and looked at the source of the shield, which was a huge humanoid mechanical creature standing in the dark valley of the underground abyss.

Considering the battlefield positioning of this giant Netherworld God Soldier, it is only about 120 meters high and not very tall. However, such a huge mechanical creature, even if it just stands there, can make people feel frightened and intimidating.

"Father, you can break this shield, so that we can test the limit of the space shield."

Seeing Noah retracting his dragon claws, Teramus on the side requested.

Whether the theoretical data measured in the laboratory is feasible still needs to be tested in actual combat on the battlefield. The strength of the space shield of the giant god in front of him has exceeded the test scope of Telramus.

"The twelve space shield generators can be quickly restored even if they are destroyed. The toughness and strength of this space shield are enough to withstand my attack. Before I launch the next attack, as long as the body does not suffer more than 80% severe damage, it can regenerate the shield."

Noah glanced at his second son and told him the defense system of the giant god soldier in front of him.

This Netherworld God Soldier is ultimately derived from the goblin's Giant God Soldier. Although its core components have been replaced with a Netherworld Engine that uses souls as fuel, the rest of its weapons and defense systems are still copied from the Giant God Soldier.

The most important component of this kind of man-made magic weapon is the engine core that provides energy and power. It must be said that the soul is the best energy provider in the world.

Whether it is the gods outside the world or the evil demons, they are all plundering and dividing the souls of all living beings in the material world in various ways, which shows the importance of the soul.

If you think about it carefully, although Noah's ability to manipulate the power of faith attracted the attention of the gods and caused a powerful divine power to send down an incarnation, it did not cause the gods to do anything overly radical.

Everything changed when Noah possessed Valhalla and was able to receive the souls of dead dragonmen.

"In your opinion, father, can this giant god soldier go on the battlefield and fight against the incarnation of the gods?"

Telramus asked again.

"No."

Noah glanced at his offspring, whose expression already showed joy, and said mercilessly.

"Why? Do you think there is anything imperfect in my Netherworld Divine Weapon? I can continue to adjust it."

Telramus said anxiously that he was no longer satisfied with conquering the underground world. He wanted to lead a war of conquest for the entire plane world like his brother.

"The biggest problem with your Giant God Soldier is the Nether Engine. The reason why it has such excellent defensive strength is because it uses souls as fuel.

Don’t you know? Once such a creation appears on the battlefield, what a huge impact it will have on the world? Even among my followers, vassals and even our own people, there will definitely be many voices of opposition. "

Noah pointed out the most fatal flaw incisively and directly. He came down just to see what amazing things his second son had developed.

He was not disappointed. The Nether Engine really could not be exposed to the light of day. If it was exposed to the light of day, it would die. Not only the Nether Engine would die, but also its manufacturer and user.

"Can't use it? Father, you are now hostile to the gods, and I only plan to use the souls of the gods' believers who are hostile to you as fuel..."

"I am only hostile to some gods, not all of them. Moreover, once the Nether Engine comes out, it won't just be the gods who will be hostile to me. Do you want to go to war with your grandparents and your own people?"

“So this is a failed technology?”

Tyramus sighed in disappointment. This took a lot of his effort.

He didn't want to expose himself in the first place, and the reason why he told his father was because he felt that it might be useful in the current situation. However, what he got back was still his father's denial.

"From a technical perspective, it is not a failure and has certain innovative significance. Unfortunately..."

Noah shook his head. There was no need to say any more. He recognized his offspring's innovative ability, but the direction was a little too hellish.

He had already learned about the Nether Engine developed by his offspring, which had no requirements for the quality and strength of the souls invested in it.

No matter how strong or weak you are, anyone can join in, believers in gods or non-believers, it is quite rough, and the Nether Engine is not picky at all.

Soul strength has a certain impact on output power, but weak souls can make up for it in quantity, and souls with sufficient soul quality can burst out with stronger power when put into it, and the output is relatively stable.

Compared with the application of gods and demons in hell to souls, the scope is much larger, but because of this, Noah can't think of which existence can tolerate the discovery of the Nether Engine.

Even Noah himself had the urge to destroy the Nether Engine, let alone use it on the battlefield.

"Let's keep this a taboo. All those who know about this, except you, must have their memories erased."

Noah made the final decision.

"Yes."

After hearing his father's words, Tairamus's expectant look suddenly dimmed.

Because when this order was issued, he knew that his request to lead the troops independently was probably hopeless, as he did not have reliable enough means to fight against the incarnation of the gods.

Noah planned to leave the underground only after his descendants actively cooperated and dealt with the personnel and technology related to the Nether Engine.

However, before leaving, Noah looked at his second son who was motionless.

“You can coordinate the revenge war against the Burning Lord’s core faith area, but you can only bring your legendary undead as your personal guards.

As for the main force of the war, it must be my regiment and the dragon people, they don't want to be replaced by a group of machines." "Father?!"

When Telramus heard the appointment passed down by his father, he was surprised and happy.

"As for your safety, I will grant you the power to fight against the incarnation of the gods."

"Given?"

Tairamus's eyes suddenly changed from surprise to confusion, until this pure-blooded golden dragon felt a powerful force descending upon him. The continuous influx of power made his mentality begin to change, and the way he looked at his father was different.
"This is?"

It seemed like a power that appeared out of nowhere, without any source, and his father's power did not weaken at all, but Telramus immediately determined the nature of this power.

"Belief!"

Although Teramus, who came from a well-educated family, had never seen it, it was not difficult for him to analyze and judge it immediately after experiencing it personally.

"This is the power of faith that I hold. I have figured out how to use this power, but I don't intend to deify myself. You don't have to think too much about it. I just don't want this power to disappear and go to waste."

Noticing the look in his offspring's eyes, Noah gave an explanation, but judging from the change in his expression, Noah felt that what he said was useless nonsense.

"Yes, Father, you have no intention of becoming a god."

Although his eyes betrayed everything, Tyramus still bowed his head to Noah insincerely, with a fanaticism in his expression and tone.

Immortal gods, even though Noah has challenged many true gods, his descendants still decided to follow him. However, when they knew that their father had already mastered some of the power of the gods, their descendants would still be excited. This is the highest pursuit of all beings in the material world.

Although Telramus knew that his father had been to the realm of gods many times, this time was completely different from any previous time. He was now a legend, but his father was still able to bless and empower him.

How is such a person different from a god?

With the support of his father, Telramus officially became the commander of the plane war. With a valiant and vengeful army of dragonmen, he crossed the plane portal opened by Taring Gugfell and charged into the plane dominated by the faith of the Burning Lord.

For Noah, this is a war taking place at his doorstep. The distance of the space portal is so close that there is no need to build a special portal. He only needs to transmit all the data of the portal to the tower spirit to support the temporary portal.

However, in order to ensure the transportation of troops and the stability of logistics, the construction of the gate is also being carried out simultaneously. Noah is determined to obtain this plane world that is so close.

"Lord of Burning Embers, you are a mid-level god, who is behind this?"

Although the war was led by his own offspring, Noah was always paying attention to the progress of the war. If there was anything wrong, he would cross the border and come down. His own children were the best spatial coordinates for him.

Because the sudden invasion, no matter the timing, location, or scale of the outbreak, was too strange and made no sense.

Looking down from a higher angle, it looked like a test, but the cost of this test was too high. The core faith place of a god was thrown out just to see the reaction of the Holy Dragon Land.

"Testing my war potential?"

Noah put himself into the perspective of the gods, guessing their thoughts and ideas, and predicting their next move.
"If this war is just a test, then this will only be the beginning. There will be more and more invasions."

Although he is very confident in the war potential and individual combat power of his subordinates, this is only relative to a single plane. If the scope is expanded to multiple endless planes, they will seem a little alone and weak.

After anticipating the worst possible scenario, Noah issued a martial law order for the entire territory, ordering all cities and regions to enter a state of combat readiness and alert.

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Just as Noah was preparing for possible second and third invasions, a secret communication from his niece's granddaughter was delivered to Noah. This time it was not a direct communication, but a recording crystal sent through a secret communication channel that had been built in the early years.

"The elven gods took pity on the lack of population in the royal court and gave the plane coordinates of the royal court to many wandering elven tribes. The royal capital, Thaenferen, is undergoing unprecedented changes. Both I and the royal family are losing our original status."

The image projected by the recording crystal only had sound and picture, and in the picture, it was the wandering elves who crossed the temporary portal and poured into Seanferon one after another.

These elves do not have the peaceful and tranquil temperament of the royal court elves, and they seem to be at peace with the world. Instead, they have a wild, aggressive and tough temperament.

The men have long limbs and are tall and sturdy. The women have a strong build, walk silently, and move as swiftly as a female leopard. Each of them is well-seasoned, brave and good at fighting, and it is obvious that they are not the kind of people who are easy to deal with.

Such a sudden change forced Noah to turn his attention to Middle-earth. He originally thought that the Elf King's Court, which had suffered a great tear from top to bottom, would be unable to recover from this incident and would find it difficult to maintain its original territory.

But now it seems that as long as there is the support of the gods, any force in the material plane will find it difficult to weaken. Just like what is happening now, if there is a shortage of population, the gods will replenish them and give them as much as they want.

The changes within the Elf King's Court were not hidden for too long. Within a few days, all the forces of a certain size in Zealandia knew about it.

The elven gods took pity on the weakness of the royal court, and in order to solve its population problem, they continuously brought in wandering elven tribes from the Endless Plane.

But the problem lies precisely here. The elven gods seem to have never communicated with each other. The cross-border portals opened one after another, continuously transmitting the wandering elf tribes ranging from hundreds to tens of thousands in size.

In just a few days, the deficit caused by the rampage of the King of Eternal Night was quickly filled. However, at this point, the speed of the influx of wandering elves not only did not slow down, but accelerated further.

More and more wandering elves began to appear in the royal court. When the number of elves exceeded the royal court's capacity, the foreign elves, who already lacked a sense of security, took up swords and armor and began to expand outward.

The first was to retake areas that had been out of control due to population deficit, and the second was to regain disputed territories that had previously been in dispute with surrounding forces.

Over the course of thousands of years, the Elf King's Court, which had been increasingly decadent and decadent, showed a completely different look due to the interference of the gods, and became an ambitious, aggressive and offensive Elf Alliance.

Yes, the Elf Alliance, the original Silver Moon Royal Family, is no longer recognized by the wandering elves that entered later.

(End of this chapter)