Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 429: It has transformed into the shape of a holy dragon
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The unbearable tingling sensation seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow and spread from all over the body. In just a few breaths, it woke the rune craftsman Holt from his dream.

In fact, before Holt woke up, his hands had already scratched all over his body ahead of his consciousness, following his body's instincts.

"here we go again!"

The craftsman regained consciousness, but he still respected his body's instinctive will and increased the intensity of his scratching.

But this can only provide relief and cannot stop the itching at all. However, Holt, who is very familiar with all this, or has been forced to adapt to it, is very calm.

Because after he regained consciousness, the tingling sensation that could drive people crazy gradually faded away in just a moment, and was replaced by a feeling of comfort all over the body and a hungry craving for food.

Holt calmly suppressed his hunger and sat up from the bed. As he moved, large and small pieces of skin flakes fell off his body.

Faced with such a situation, Holt remained calm and unbuttoned his silk pajamas slowly. More skin fragments fell from his body, as if a light snow had fallen only on the bed.

“When will it end?”

Looking at the skin scraps all over the bed, Holt, who probably judged that he had shed another layer of skin, could not remain calm after all and could not help but complain.

For an elf who pursues elegance and refinement, going through the experience of shedding skin every night is too bad.

But other than that, there was no harm. Holt raised his arm and gently peeled off the dead skin that had not fallen off. Then, the skin as smooth as jade suddenly came into view.

If he couldn't see the faint skin texture on it, he would have thought it was a handicraft made of some special material.

Even he himself couldn't help but marvel at such shiny skin. Then, Howard walked naked to a full-body crystal mirror to admire his increasingly perfect body.

"It's so beautiful!"

Seeing the handsome young elf in the mirror with well-proportioned and slender limbs, obvious muscle contours, and a sense of strength, Holt couldn't help but smile.

"It seems like I've gotten younger again."

The craftsman raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of his eye. The smooth, delicate, smooth, firm and elastic touch made Holden think he was touching the skin of a young girl.

But this is his skin, the skin of a 338-year-old wood elf. As a low-level elf with a lifespan of about 400 years, he should have entered old age at this age, ready to report to the Kingdom of Death at any time, but in fact, he is getting younger and younger.

It's not that he has any special abilities, nor that he has any special opportunities, but because he now lives in the country ruled by the supreme Majesty the Holy Dragon.

Just after his 300th birthday, he followed the order of the Elf King and entered the Holy Dragon Kingdom to fulfill the agreement between the Elf God and the Holy Dragon.

Although no time limit was specified, during the execution of the agreement, he would serve the Holy Dragon free of charge, meet the various requirements put forward by the dragon clan, and contribute his talents and knowledge. As for when the agreement would end, no one told him.

How is this different from being a slave?
This was the first thought that came to Holt's mind when he was summoned by the Elf King and heard the request. Of course, he instinctively resisted and was unwilling to go.

But, what qualifications do mere wood elves have to resist the summons and orders of the Dawn Elf King?

Even though he was a master rune craftsman, the elves with long lifespans had no shortage of masters. Especially for the high elves whose lifespans could easily be thousands of years, the so-called master level was useless.

Therefore, Holt, who had no capital to resist and could not even express his opposition, came to the plane ruled by dragons.

By then, he was already three hundred years old, with a hunched body and obvious signs of old age. He did not have many years left to live. Even according to the most optimistic estimates, he would only live a hundred years.

Therefore, he was forced to leave his homeland, his heart was filled with sadness and negative emotions, and he was a little self-destructive. When he first met the dragon beasts, he even thought about letting those dragon beasts, which had little rationality, eat him to give him freedom.

But when he entered Elishim, which was called the holy city by the local residents, his mentality gradually changed. It was not that his body changed immediately, but that he felt respected for the first time.

For the first time in his three hundred years of life, he felt the feeling of being valued and the excitement of being treated differently. In this plane ruled by dragons, he received treatment that he had never received before.

In this land, there is no discrimination against him. There are only admiration and praise for the master-level skills he has mastered. No one will force him, and no one will urge him.

Although Holt did not have much free time and had difficulty moving around, he felt an unprecedented freedom. He had never loved what he did so much, and he wanted to repay the Holy Dragon for being so kind to him.

Unfortunately, he is too old. It would be great if he could be two hundred years younger. Now he cannot make much contribution to the sage-like dragon monarch.

At first, Holt thought so. He had already planned to be buried in this land. He also wrote a will, preparing to donate all his property to the goblins who served him.

However, things went against his wishes. As he lived in the holy city of Elisim for a certain number of years, his body began to undergo unexpected changes.

Transform into a dragon!

This is a change that will occur in every resident who lives in the holy city of Elisim for a long time, but the dragonization phenomenon often only occurs in short-lived species. People with slightly special bloodlines can be immune to the effects of dragonization.

However, Holt had not expected that as a wood elf, he would also be affected by the dragonization. Was it because the Holy Dragon had become stronger, or because his bloodline was too poor?

But no matter what the reason was, after experiencing the initial confusion, Holt quickly accepted the dragonization reaction happening to him, because he truly felt that his body was regaining vitality and he was gradually getting younger.

Although he even wrote his will, who would want to face death while being able to survive?

However, for an elf like him who already has some bloodline, the process of becoming a dragon is too painful, uncomfortable yet joyful.

"Maybe we'll just have to wait until dragon scales grow!"

Unable to help but touch his smooth cheek, Holt whispered again, as an answer to the question he had just asked.

He looked at himself in the mirror carefully, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, because even when he was young, he could not be compared with himself now, whether in temperament or appearance, they were not on the same level.

"My hair!"

Holt, who was just about to end his daily morning appreciation, noticed something unusual. He gently grabbed a strand of hair. Among the green hair as clear as green vines, a strand of hair shining with golden light was quite dazzling.

"Is this my dragon transformation?"

The coveted golden color appeared on his body, but Holt found the source in an instant. Because only the Supreme and Holy Being could give him the color that represents nobility and holiness.

"Praise His Majesty the Holy Dragon!"

Holt admired it for a quarter of an hour longer than usual, chanted from the bottom of his heart, then washed up, cleaned his body completely, put on the daily clothes he had prepared last night and went out.

"Mr. Holt, good morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

As soon as he went out, two little flower elves flying among the flowers came up to him and asked him enthusiastically.

"I slept well, but I'd like to trouble you to clean up my room for me." The Rune Master recalled politely.

It has to be said that these cheerful, lively and full of vitality little guys are one of the reasons why he fell in love with this land.

"Ok, no problem."

"Have you shed your skin again?"

"Yeah, I shed another layer of skin."

"Oh, it seems that all of you elves are like this. The process of dragon transformation is much more difficult than that of other races."

"Doesn't this also mean that we elves have received more favors from His Majesty the Holy Dragon than other races?"

Holt asked back with a smile.

“That’s probably it!”

"If you say that, I'll be jealous of you."

"Hahaha!"

After a brief contact and chat, Holt came to his workplace with a big laugh, which was a rune engraving factory that operated day and night, where he worked as a technical consultant.

Yes, he is just a technical consultant. He does not need to draw each rune himself. He only needs to design and make some carvings of low- and medium-level runes, and do random inspections on the runes produced by the factory.

The work intensity is unimaginably low, but the treatment is surprisingly good. He only needs to choose to work twenty days a month, and only six hours a day. Occasionally he needs to work overtime, but as long as he works overtime, he will receive five times the compensation.

It is hard to believe that this is the salary offered by the Dragon Clan. The working conditions provided are more relaxed and favorable than one can imagine. Although he does not need to do too complicated work when he is in his hometown, if he really starts to work, he is not trying his best, but a machine that needs to run continuously and cannot stop.

Therefore, even though the work was generally much busier than when he was among the elves, the respect he received and the salary that increased every year made Holt feel extremely comfortable and he enjoyed it very much.

It was on this land that he realized what it meant to put what he had learned into practice and gain something from what he had learned.

"Holt, you're finally here!"

"what happened?"

As soon as he stepped into the factory, Holt saw several wood elf colleagues approaching.

These elves looked similar to him, with a youthful appearance full of life and vitality, but they had an old temperament that was inconsistent with their appearance.

Holt also paid close attention to their hair. At first glance, it seemed to be as green and tender as his, but upon closer inspection, he could find that there were also golden flashes in the hair of two of his elf colleagues.

"Our factory manager has given us a big order. We won't be able to live in peace for the next few years."

"A few years? Are you kidding? It may not be completed in the next hundred years."

"What big deal?"

Holt asked curiously.

"His Majesty the Holy Dragon just issued a high-level instruction a few days ago to promote the Dragon Transformation Project throughout the Zealandia continent!"

"What is the Dragon Transformation Project?"

Holt couldn't understand why he felt disconnected from the world when he came to the factory, even though he was only on vacation for three days.

"The Dragon Transformation Project is to use magic technology to spread His Majesty the Holy Dragon's dragon transformation domain to the entire continent!"

"How is this possible?"

Holt blurted out the words unconsciously, but he soon realized his gaffe.

"No, I mean..."

"No need to explain. We understand you. From a purely technical perspective, it is impossible to do this. However, His Majesty the Holy Dragon is too powerful. Therefore, the core of the Dragon Transformation Project is to use His Majesty's true blood as the core and deploy and build Dragon Transformation Towers across the continent!"

"How many Dragon Transformation Towers should be built?"

Holt had some understanding of the area of ​​the continent beneath his feet, but after just a rough calculation, the rune master felt a headache, because the dragon-like domain of His Majesty the Holy Dragon only included Elishim and the surrounding Acropolis, and the mountains connected to the next door.

If the Dragon Transformation Domain were to encompass the entire continent, even if it only covered densely populated urban areas, it would be a miraculous project that is almost impossible to accomplish.

Yes, a miracle, Holt thought it was an impossible project.

"I'm afraid no one can answer you this question at the moment, but what can be confirmed is that the core twenty-eight Holy Glory Towers must be built."

"The Tower of Holy Glory?"

"The Holy Glory Tower is the highest level of the Dragon Transformation Tower. You can think of it as a large maze, and the highest reward for clearing the maze is the true blood of His Majesty the Holy Dragon. However, this maze will not be built underground, but above ground."

"The Hualong Tower is divided into levels?"

"Of course it has to be graded, otherwise how can it be built?"

"Build dragon towers of different levels according to countries and regions, taking into full consideration geographical and population factors, so that the dragon transformation field can cover as many intelligent races as possible."

"I have a question. How many levels are there in the Dragon Transformation Tower? The highest level, the Holy Glory Tower, is a maze with tests and is built based on the model of a dungeon. What about the other levels of Dragon Transformation Tower?"

"In the initial plan, the Dragon Transformation Tower is divided into five levels. The lowest level Dragon Transformation Tower simply radiates the Dragon Transformation Field. At the same time, some simple tests will be set up to select geniuses who want to become followers of His Majesty the Holy Dragon, so that they can go to the higher level Dragon Transformation Tower to accept the test!"

"So, only by clearing the highest level of the Holy Glory Tower can we obtain the True Blood Gift of His Majesty the Holy Dragon?"

"The gift of true blood is secondary. The key is that once the dragon transformation project is completed, even if it is only partially completed, the number of dragon people that will be born on this continent in the future will be terrifying. This plane will probably be completely ruled by the dragon clan."

"But what does that matter?"

(End of this chapter)