Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 417: Seraph's Poor Performance
A breeze blew across his face, bringing with it warmth and a rich, fragrant scent of flowers that diffused with the wind, diluting the smell of war and gunpowder on the angel and the son of the golden dragon, and even trying to dispel the bloody aura formed by years of fighting.

But when the combat boots stepped down, crushing the dancing light spirits on the holy crystal slabs, the gorgeous scarlet sea of ​​flowers that were blooming wildly on both sides of the path suddenly fell down, and the spiritual creatures dancing among the flowers were frightened and trembled, hiding behind the petals and roots, not daring to show their heads.

This scene is as if a demon who wants to destroy the world has broken into the peaceful residence of a holy spirit. Wherever his footsteps go, peace and tranquility are gone, and all the beautiful things will be crushed.

"Mother!"

However, when the demon king, filled with blood and murderous aura, came before the owner of the sea of ​​​​flaming flowers, he bowed his head respectfully and called out that name.

Suddenly, clear spring water gushed out from the center of the sea of ​​flowers, the water gurgling, and the water droplets sprinkled on the Holy Crystal Path. Then the light spirits rose up again, shining and dancing, and the elves who were originally trembling with fear because of the intruders became active again.

"Iliad, my child!"

The Archangel, who was not wearing armor or holding a sword, but was wearing a pure white robe, looked at the familiar yet strange offspring in front of him. He was dazed for a moment, and then he sighed.
"It's been a long time since we last met."

"The last time we met was twenty-six years ago, mother."

There was a hint of guilt in Eliade's eyes, but his gaze remained firm.

Compared with his mother's situation, his father's situation is really too difficult. As a son, if he doesn't help his father, who can he count on?
When his father was in trouble, he, as a son, ignored everything and took care of himself because he was afraid of danger and death. This was inconsistent with his education and went against his creed in life.

"That's just a communication. I mean, I can touch your meeting now."

"..."

Hearing his mother's question, Elijah was in a trance for a moment and began to recall. It seemed like it happened a long time ago, because it was not the first time he disobeyed his mother and rejected her proposal.

"Do you remember? When was the last time you met so closely?"

"It seems like a hundred years."

The memories of the war were so complex that they occupied most of his current memories and life. Eliade recalled for a while and then answered.

"It's been one hundred and forty-seven years, kid!"

Ophelia told the exact time, and the emotions in her heart were indescribable.

It seems self-evident that there is no need to argue about how much more important she or Noah is in the child's heart.

"Has it been that long?"

Elijah was also dazed for a moment, not realizing that so much time had passed.

"Do you like war very much?"

The archangel, who was feeling resentful, couldn't help but ask.

"If you want war, I can give you endless war. If you need elite warriors, I can give you my most elite army of the Holy Word of Purification. They will never be weaker than any army under your father's command."

"Mother, I already have my own legion."

Elijah said helplessly.

Although he could not squander true blood like his father, he inherited part of his ancestral bloodline after all. It was not difficult for him to create a family. He used this as a foundation and naturally established a direct legion loyal to himself.

"Yes, you have grown up. You are no longer a child. You should have your own legion. Your father helped you build a dragon legion, so I should also build an angel legion for you."

Ophelia suddenly realized the difference between herself and Noah.

"Mother, I..."

"You are not allowed to refuse. You are the child of Noah and me. Why can you only have dragon troops under your command?"

Ophelia's attitude at this moment is extremely tough, because she has completely realized that environment is the main factor in shaping character and world outlook, outlook on life and values.

It was obvious that she had educated the child for twenty years after he was born, but after returning to Noah, he quickly sided with Noah, and for hundreds of years thereafter he unswervingly chose Noah and rejected her requests.

The environment of the material world has an influence on one hand, but on the other hand it is because he is surrounded by people and dragons arranged by Noah. These people make him feel concerned, and they have become a bond that he is unwilling to give up and cannot be severed.

Therefore, Ophelia now believes that she must arrange a sufficient number of angels around her offspring, preferably a legion that can fight alongside him. Between life and death, the most indestructible bonds and shackles will be forged.

"I want to choose my own fighters!"

As a war commander, how could Eliades refuse to have another elite legion under his command? The strength of the angel race is well known to everyone.

"can."

Ophelia agreed without any hesitation. She was not afraid of her children making requests, but she was afraid of not making any requests.

"However, after you have completed the formation of the Angel Legion, can you take my place and participate in a war against the invasion of the Abyss?"

"This……"

Elijah frowned and fell into hesitation. He did not arrange much time for this trip to heaven. He had already planned to return immediately after meeting his mother.

"This is my war. However, in the last war, I was attacked by a Balor Flame Lord and suffered some injuries that have not healed yet. If you really don't have time, forget it."

Ophelia said this in a calm tone, but as she spoke, a strong wind carrying a strong floral scent blew up, instantly lifting the archangel's sleeves, revealing a shocking dark red scar.

Although the sleeve quickly fell down to cover the wound again, Iliad, who was close at hand, could see it clearly.

"Is this the injury you received in the war?"

Eliade took a step forward, his expression serious.

"It's just a minor injury, no problem"

Seeing Eliade approaching, Ophelia covered her sleeves and said indifferently,

"Besides, I'm the commander-in-chief. This doesn't affect anything."

"I can lead the war in your place. Please take a rest for a while, mother."

Elijah said immediately.

"Then how should we arrange things with your father?"

Seeing Eliade's reaction was as she expected, Ophelia was delighted and asked in a reserved manner.

"I'll take care of it."

"Do you think your father will be angry about this?"

Ophelia was still not satisfied and kept asking for more.

"Father won't be angry about this." His mother's little action was too obvious, and Elijah could see it, but the more so, the less Elijah would refuse.

A six-winged seraph, one of the best in the battle sequence of the archangels, had already lowered his posture so much and used such a trick, how could he refuse? He had refused so many times before, was he going to hurt his mother's heart completely?
"Do you know your father's temper so well?"

"My father is a golden dragon."

"What if he gets angry and takes out his anger on me?"

"Mother, where can I choose a suitable angel warrior?"

Elijah was unwilling to discuss such boring issues with his mother, so he changed the subject.

"Well, it seems you are really impatient."

The angel knew that he had gone too far, so he stopped asking questions and called over a six-winged angel attendant with soft features and a gentle temperament, and instructed,
“Hela, take him to the Forbidden Ruins. He needs true warriors who are willing to follow him and fight for him.”

"Yes."

Archangel Hela looked at the half-blood angel covered with scales and horns with some curiosity, then bowed and accepted the order.

The angel and the dragon's son looked at the six-winged archangel in front of them with some surprise. Over a hundred years had passed, and his mother's status in heaven seemed to have improved a lot, with a six-winged archangel serving her.

Although Mother was also able to command six-winged archangels on the battlefield in the past, power in wartime is not the same as power in daily life, and the meanings represented and symbolized by the two are completely different.

"Your Highness Elijah, I have heard of your name a long time ago. Today I finally saw you in person. It is indeed as the rumors said."

After Hela approached Iliad, her behavior was graceful and natural. She was not restrained at all. There was only a kind of scrutiny and curiosity that came from a similar existence, and then the observation was derived.

Just from the aura she exudes, she is also a legendary angel. If she descended into the material world, she would surely be respected by all nations, so it is not surprising that she has such an attitude.

"You don't have to call me Your Highness, just call me by my name."

The battle-hardened Elijah noticed something strange and felt that the angel in front of him with beautiful features and dignified and elegant behavior was not as simple as she seemed. However, after careful observation, Elijah did not find anything unusual. Hela looked no different from other archangels.

"Okay, Your Highness Elijah."

Hela smiled.
"Your personality is the same as the rumors say, that's great. It looks like we may get along very well in the next period of time, and maybe even become friends."

"hope so."

Elijah glanced at his mother. Hela's slightly presumptuous and inappropriate words did not cause the Seraph to intervene. Instead, he looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Come with me, the Forbidden Ruins are not close."

"Go with her!"

Ophelia motioned for her offspring to follow.

"it is good."

Eliade was not a man who was good at speaking. Although he had doubts and guesses in his mind, he did not intend to ask. No matter what it was, time would naturally reveal all the answers.

"What a blockhead!"

Seeing the two figures walking away one after the other, Ophelia couldn't help but complain, but she soon laughed triumphantly, like a fox who had successfully stolen a chicken.

hiss~
At this moment, the overly unbridled laughter pulled the wound, causing Ophelia to take a deep breath, frown, and immediately roll up her sleeves, revealing the narrow wound that was flashing a dark red luster again.

"I should have used illusion earlier."

Muttering softly, Ophelia reached out and brushed the wound on her forearm. The golden healing power merged into the wound, expelling and purifying the dark power from the abyss, and the wound healed immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the forearm of this Seraphim became as smooth as before, as if it was carved from white jade without the slightest flaw.

"Well, that's stupid!"

After the wound was repaired, Ophelia couldn't help but cover her face. It was a poor excuse that even she herself couldn't stand, but it worked.

She is the six-winged archangel of heaven. What kind of abyss monster could leave such long-lasting and difficult-to-heal wounds on her?

Even if she herself has no ability to repair her wounds, her father is the Seraph who is on par with the gods. Even if he is a demon prince favored by the will of the abyss, his remaining strength cannot resist this level of purifying power.

"Oh, it's a good thing that Eliade is a good boy, otherwise I would have become a laughing stock!"

Unfortunately, the Archangel did not rejoice for long, as the abominable figure of a golden dragon, noble and majestic, whose size was so large that it was beyond common sense even in the heavens and could only be surpassed by the gods, came into view.
“Ophelia, I heard that you were severely injured by a demon lord. You were so injured that you couldn’t lead the army into battle and needed your own son to take your place.

Tsk, what a powerful demon. Even the noble Seraph is unable to deal with its remaining power. It's really amazing.

I wonder what the name of this demon lord is? Can you tell me? If I meet him in the future, I can tell my followers to avoid him and not fight him. "

"You don't need to worry about such problems."

Ophelia looked at the golden dragon in front of her with a mocking look on his face without any disguise, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth quietly, and finally responded coldly.

"How can I not be worried? This is a demon lord that even your father could not defeat. I should know the name of such a powerful and evil one, so that I can be prepared if I unfortunately encounter him in the future."

Noah said with a smile, and there was no worry or sadness in his tone or expression.

"If I say no, then it means no. Don't you have anything else to do?"

At this moment, Ophelia was as cold as an iceberg, with an indifference that kept people at a distance.
"You are fine, but I am busy and don't have time to accompany you."

"Hey, wait, there's one more question."

"explain."

"Is the current combat power shortage in the heavens so severe? Even the seriously injured Seraphim cannot rest and must lead the army to fight?"

"Noah! What on earth are you doing here?"

Ophelia could no longer suppress her anger.

In fact, the answer is obvious. What else could he do? After learning the news, he came to laugh at her as soon as possible. It was simply an insult to the reputation of the Metal Dragon Clan. How could such a guy be worthy of being called a Holy Dragon!
Just ridiculous?
"What else can I do? As a husband, of course I should care about my seriously injured partner. Isn't that what I should do?"

Noah said confidently.

"I dare not trouble Lord Shenglong. You should focus on your own affairs. I don't need you to worry about it."

"How can this be? Please show me the wound."

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)