Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 431 Oh~ Dad, be gentle!

"Father, you can't do this to me. I just praised her. Is that wrong?"

Seeing the belt in his father's hand evolve and extend into a chain burning with blazing dragon flames, even Sinbad, who had a perverse temperament, jumped up immediately, with panic and awe in his eyes.

Because this is not a scare, the father who loves to gallop on the battlefield has absolute control over strength. Because of this, everything in the hands of this monarch is an extremely deadly weapon. It cannot kill him, but it can definitely make him stiff.

"Of course you are right, come on, stand still!"

Alexander's expression did not change, but this was the most terrifying thing in Sinbad's eyes. He wanted to run away, but as the dignified Golden Dragon King, how could he let this little guy escape?

Even if this is a true demigod, more powerful than his sister, when this monarch threw away the chain burning with dragon flames in his hand, the spatial distance was meaningless at this moment.

The chains followed his will and wrapped around the boy's waist, binding his legs as well. Sinbad, who was tied up like a worm, fell to Alexander's feet, and the blazing dragon flames burned his body madly.

Although it only burned his clothes and did not really damage his body, the scorching heat still made the half-god, who had not yet grown up, grimace in pain.

"I was wrong, Dad, please let me go."

Sinbad prided himself on being a hero who could bend and stretch himself. When the situation became extremely unfavorable to him, he chose to beg for mercy without hesitation.

Hearing such spineless words, Alexander, who was already in a bad mood, became even more indifferent.

"If you had insisted on your opinion, I would have looked up to you. But now, you have humiliated me!"

Call ~
There was a sound of air explosion like thunder, and Alexander swung one end of the chain in his hand and hit Sinbad hard, whose upper body was exposed.

The loving father whips his wicked son

pop~
The iron chains fell, and Sinbad, who had been begging, was suddenly pulled up from the ground, and his shrill screams echoed in the palace.

"Ow—"

But Alexander did not stop when he heard his son's scream, and swung the whip heavily for the second time. Sinbad, who was originally jumping repeatedly due to the whip, was suddenly whipped like a top and started spinning on the spot.

"Ow—"

The screams of his young son did not arouse any sympathy in Alexander. The chain in his hand fell faster and faster, and with greater force.

Because the monarch saw clearly that every chain that was strong enough to tear mountains apart and stop rivers from flowing fell on his youngest son, only adding a bloody mark on his body.

When the third whip fell, the blood marks caused by the first whip were almost healed. This guy's body was incredibly strong.

Of course, if he didn't have such a body as a capital, he would not have been able to harm so many young girls and would have been disabled long ago.

But it was precisely because of this that Alexander became even more angry. With such favorable innate conditions, he was obviously the most talented among his sons, but he wasted his youth and talent and did not know how to cherish them at all.

"I admit my mistake, Dad, I did nothing wrong!"

After being whipped several times in a row, Sinbad, flying like a top, quickly changed his position.

Although this was not the first time he was beaten, he was extremely frightened every time because his father's beatings were so painful that even with his demigod physique, it was difficult for him to be completely immune.

"How dare you argue with me!?"

Alexander struck even harder.

"If you want to hit me, just say so!"

"Every time I see you, I want to hit you, but I held back a few times before. This time I don't want to hold back anymore."

"Ah~ Dad, be gentle!"

Sinbad completely gave up struggling and chose to save himself.
"Don't slap me in the face!"

"Bastard thing!"

After whipping Sinbad for more than a hundred times, until Sinbad's exposed upper body was covered with bright red blood marks, Alexander finally stopped with a curse.

As a monarch with a profound family education, Alexander paid great attention to his own image.

Although he had as many as seventy-eight children, he always preached and never took any action when it came to educating them.

It was not until Sinbad grew up that he gave up the principles he had adhered to for hundreds of years in just two years. Alexander deeply realized that when facing bastards, they should be beaten, and not only beaten, but also beaten ruthlessly, without mercy.

Not to mention whether the treatment can have a corrective effect, at least after the treatment, I feel much more relaxed, and all the depression in my heart has been vented out.

"Don't fight?"

Sinbad covered his face with his hands to protect his handsome appearance, then slowly opened his hands and saw his father who was still angry, so he asked cautiously.

As he spoke, the seemingly shocking bright red bloodstains were fading rapidly, and when he finished speaking, Sinbad's upper body returned to its original fair and tender color.

"What do you want to do? Don't you have any goals or pursuits at all?"

At this moment, Alexander just felt tired. He couldn't understand why he gave birth to such a bastard son. Was this also a conspiracy of the Elf God?

"I want to have a win at my Bar Mitzvah."

Sinbad, who was rolling on the ground like a worm, shouted.

"hehe!"

Alexander sneered at his youngest son's seemingly innocent goals and pursuits.

"As long as you are not beaten to death, I will be satisfied."

Because of Sinbad's overly abstract and outrageous performance, Alexander no longer has any expectations of him. As long as he is still alive and lives like a human being, that's enough.

"How is that possible? Dad, you underestimate me too much. There is no one in this world who can kill me."

Sinbad was full of confidence. He had a full understanding of himself.
"So, just give me the equipment and let me challenge the Holy Tower. I will definitely be able to get the Holy Dragon's True Blood!"

"What is your purpose in obtaining true blood?"

"To win, of course."

"What happens after you win?"

"Of course I will try to woo her. I have done some research. This kind of girl is very competitive. As long as I can defeat her in a fair fight, I will definitely be able to win her favor."

Sinbad's eyes sparkled, his face was full of confidence, and he was fully prepared.

crunch~

The sounds of metal twisting and bones tightening rang out simultaneously. The Golden Dragon King clenched his fists. The anger that had just been vented showed signs of rekindling.

"She is your junior!" "She was born nearly thirty years earlier than me, how can she be called a junior?"

"You are all members of the Augustus family!"

"So what? I have checked it out. She and I are more than four generations apart. Even the laws established by His Majesty the Holy Dragon will not stop us from being together!"

Sinbad said confidently.

"The Code can't stop you, but I can!"

Alexander's eyes were burning with fire again. He pulled the chain in his hand, and Sinbad, who had just recovered, flew into the air.

"I would rather die than surrender!"

Sinbad, who had already tasted the bitterness, was stubborn this time and refused to admit his fault. However, the more he did so, the harder Alexander beat him.

Although for large families, intermarriage is common, according to the Holy Dragon Code, even if they are blood related, marriage is allowed within three generations, but it is not logical for an elder to marry a younger person.

If this gets out, won't people laugh at us?
"Why can't I marry her?"

Sinbad was very dissatisfied after being beaten several times in a row. Although this matter had a slight flaw morally, there was no problem with it legally. He didn't understand why his father beat him so violently.

"Why did you marry her?"

"Because I love her!"

"Love? You are just attracted by her beauty. If she wasn't pretty, would you have looked at her more?"

Alexander sneered. He hit the nail on the head. He knew very well what kind of person his youngest son was.

"She's beautiful, why can't I like her? Who made her so pretty? I just fell in love with her!"

"Ah!"

Hearing such impudent words, Alexander laughed in anger.

"If you want to marry her, you have to defeat her first!"

"I'm going to challenge the Saint Tower."

Sinbad’s goal was clear, because he had heard that all creatures that obtained the Holy Dragon’s true blood would greatly increase their strength after obtaining and fusion the true blood.

"Go!"

Alexander took back the chains, and in an instant he came to his senses. Since his goal was to defeat Astraea, let him do it first. As for what would happen after that, he would wait until he won.

Although at first, Alexander hoped that his son would not lose to the chosen one who was born with two visions, but now Alexander does not think that this bastard has any chance of winning.

Not only did he not have any expectations for his youngest son to win, but he hoped that the bastard could lose even more miserably, just enough to keep his life.

"Then give me the equipment!"

"Here, here you go."

Alexander threw the chains in his hand to Sinbad's feet.

"That's it?"

"I only have this chain. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, just go and challenge the Saint Tower. Don't expect me to give you any support!"

"mean!"

Sinbad complained quietly, but facing his angry father, he could only bend down, pull off a piece of carpet, tie it around his waist, and pick up the chain that was actually a belt.

Although it would be useless to ask for it, it is worth it. Even if you can't use it, you can sell it to merchants for some money. If that doesn't work, you can give it to beautiful girls to win their hearts.

Alexander also had no expectations for his son's claim to challenge the Holy Tower, because the first Holy Tower had already been built outside the royal city five years ago.

When this holy tower was first built, there were thousands of challengers coming every day, because as long as you pass the tower, you can become a follower of the holy dragon, and it is said that you can become a legend at the very least.

However, as time passed, the number of challengers gradually decreased. Although there were still some ignorant people walking into the holy tower every day, the vast majority of them chose to give up.

Initially, without any knowledge of the Holy Tower and only knowing the highest reward for completing the game, many people who were blindly confident would still enter the Holy Tower to challenge it.

However, as more and more people fail and are thrown out of the tower, the information about the Holy Tower begins to leak out. All those who are self-aware and rational enough will choose to give up after understanding the Holy Tower.

Although the tower was designed and built by the benevolent Majesty the Holy Dragon, challengers still need to use their lives as a bargaining chip for the challenge. After failing the challenge of the tower, there is a certain probability that one will lose his life as a price.

Although most people will be teleported out after failure, the protection mechanism for challengers is not perfect enough and there is no way to provide 100% protection.

This is one of the criticisms of the Holy Tower, but most people have nothing to say about it. With such a high rate of return, if there were not such a terrible price to pay, the number of people breaking into the Holy Tower every day would probably be in the tens of thousands.

Today, five years later, every challenger who sets foot in the Holy Tower is either fully prepared mentally or has sufficient experience.

However, not all challengers aim to become followers of the Holy Dragon. This goal is too high for most people.

What challengers want nowadays are the treasures hidden in various places of the holy tower, which are the consolation rewards for those who bravely challenge but fail.

The towering tower reaches straight into the sky, as if it is a ladder extending to the top of the sky and leading directly to the kingdom of the gods. It is a miraculous tower whose top is difficult to see with the eyes of mortals alone.

It is said that the true blood of the Holy Dragon is at the top of the tower, but until now no one has reached the top floor. No one can tell exactly how many floors the Holy Tower has. Some say there are fifty floors, some say there are ninety-nine floors, and some say there are one hundred and one floors.

"There are so many people!"

The young man, dressed coolly, rested his hands on the pergola and looked up at the tower. In the Grandia Palace, it looked like a slender tower, but when he walked up to it, he realized how huge it was. The tower was like a city, and there were as many as sixteen entrances on the first floor alone.

"Holy Blood, here I come!"

The young man was full of ambition and strode towards the tower. However, he was only wearing a blanket around his waist, which attracted the attention of many challengers as soon as he appeared.

As a result, this blond, blue-eyed, lustful prince was quickly recognized by others. People looked at him with envy, jealousy, vigilance, hatred, curiosity, and all kinds of other emotions.

"What are you looking at? I want to challenge the tower. Do you think I'm here to find a woman?"

Facing many eyes falling on him, Sinbad put his hands on his hips and spoke carelessly.

No one responded. Although this prince had a very bad reputation among the people, there were countless romantic scandals related to him, and he was the protagonist of many nighttime theaters that were off-limits to minors, but his identity as a prince was not false at all.

"whispering sound!"

The imagined slap in the face did not happen. Sinbad let out a sigh of dissatisfaction, then rushed into the tower with his father's only gift.

(End of this chapter)