Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 432 Noah's Malice, the Birth of the Sacred Artifact
"Huh? There's another tower invader who's about to succeed."

Noah, who was originally communicating with the heaven, let out a light exclamation. Although his attention was distracted a little, he did not pay much attention to it until Noah saw the face of the challenger clearly through the preset alchemical matrix.

The Holy Dragon, who was originally communicating with his eldest son and learning about his war in the other dimension, suddenly had most of his attention diverted.

"Father, what's wrong?"

Noticing Noah's unusual behavior, Eliade, who was originally communicating war information with him, suddenly stopped.

"There is a very bad Augustus clan member who is challenging the levels I set and trying to obtain the real blood I left behind."

Noah no longer paid attention to his eldest son, but instead invested his will into the Tower of Holy Glory in the city of Uther.

Noah, like his father Alexander, initially had high hopes for the demigod Sinbad.

However, as he grew up, especially as his body began to develop and grow and he entered puberty, his outrageous behavior immediately destroyed Noah's expectations of him.

It’s not that he is useless. As a demigod, even if he doesn’t make any effort, he will eventually grow into a pinnacle existence in the material world.

It's just that this guy's character and morality are really hard to evaluate. If I have to give a brief summary, the word "scumbag" is the most suitable for him, but that is not enough to describe his numerous bad deeds.

As a member of the dragon clan, Noah did not follow the traditional monogamy of the metal dragon clan. He found multiple partners. Alexander, his first dependent, also had countless concubines in his harem. He himself could not figure out how many there were.

Noah has never been against having multiple partners, but the key issue lies in the word responsibility. Once you find a partner and touch that person, you have to be responsible to the end.

Even though Alexander had a large harem filled with beauties from all races and types, Noah never said anything. After all, this guy had taken on the responsibility and he didn't just sit back and do nothing about anyone.

But the problem is that Sinbad is different. It's not that he is irresponsible, but he doesn't take the initiative to assume responsibility. If something really comes to him, he will still admit it, but he will forget it as soon as he turns around.

A playboy!

This is a label that guys who are not even adults give themselves.

It was also because of this that his reputation in the royal capital of Uther was ruined, and even in Noah, Noah did not give them any high evaluation.

From a moral perspective, this guy is really too bad. Although he did not use any violence or coercion, he only relied on his charm and sweet words to make the ignorant girl throw herself into his arms. However, considering his race and identity, this in itself is an unfair confrontation!
How many people in this world can resist the charm of a demigod?

Not to mention ignorant underage girls, even men can't handle it.

"Poor Augustus? Is that Alexander's youngest son?"

Even though his father didn't mention the name, Elijah immediately found a reference.

"You know that too?"

Noah was a little surprised. A little prince who was not even an adult yet had such a bad reputation that spread beyond the world?

"Tera mentioned it to me when I was chatting with her."

"Does he know about this?"

"The second demigod of the Augustus family, and the most romantic playboy ever, of course Terra will pay attention to him."

Eliade answered, and then he asked curiously,

"Isn't Alexander's son also your relative by blood? Why does he need to obtain your real blood?"

"He wants the power contained in the true blood. He wants to shorten the training time and take a shortcut."

"Lazy boy!"

When Eliade heard the reason, he laughed and cursed.

"He may be lazy, but he's almost successful now."

Noah was paying attention to the young man who was trying to pass the levels in the Tower of Holy Glory. Although the levels he set were extremely strict, it was basically impossible to screen out a demigod with them.

If even the demigods were to be eliminated, then Noah could just tear down and rebuild all the Holy Glory Towers that had been built or were being built.

His purpose in building the Tower of Holy Glory was to select outstanding followers who could inherit and fuse the true blood by establishing a suitable and excellent screening mechanism, rather than deliberately killing people.

Therefore, the Tower of Holy Glory has no level or realm restrictions, nor does it restrict any profession. Anyone who thinks he can do it can come and challenge it. Even mortals can step into it. However, everyone must accept the test that corresponds to their own level until they pass the last step and reach the top floor.

Of course, it is acceptable to say that one is a mortal, but in fact one must have a certain level of extraordinary power. With a mortal's physique, strength and will, entering the Tower of Holy Glory is basically a sure death.

Sinbad is an uneducated man who has been thinking about women all the time since he grew up. What both Noah and his father dislike about him is his own character and morality. No one has ever denied his innate talent.

It was too easy for a demigod to pass the levels set by Noah. These levels were based on his father's experiences.

Alexander, who was just an ordinary professional back then, was able to pass. Sinbad, a demigod, can still get through even if he just slacks off all day.

This was the result of Alexander's unremitting pursuit. Even if he did not do anything, did not make any effort, did not shed a drop of sweat, and enjoyed himself all day long, the effect he achieved with just a casual move exceeded the upper limit that most people could hardly reach even with their lifelong efforts.

"Father, will you let him succeed?"

"This is the rule I made. As long as he completes all the tests, he will naturally get the final reward."

Up to now, three Holy Glory Towers have been completed, but the number of people who have reached the top and participated in the final test is less than ten. Now, this bastard Sinbad is only the eighth, and the seven people before them, even though they were close to the finish line, ended up in failure in the end.

Although Noah is sure that Sinbad will be able to fuse the real blood and further strengthen the dragon vein, Noah will not let him succeed so easily. Of course, Noah will also follow the rules he set, but the way the final reward is distributed can be adjusted.

"It's just a small holy tower. It can't stop me, Master Sinbad!"

The young man, with fatigue in his eyes, limped towards the stairs leading to the top floor. When he pushed open the final door, a towering pyramid came into view, and on the top of the pyramid was a small red-gold sun that emitted infinite light and heat.

When he saw the little sun for the first time, Sinbad felt an instinctive desire from his body. He could confirm that this was the true blood of the holy dragon that countless people dreamed of.

This made the guy who had suffered a lot on the way couldn't help but laugh with his hands on his waist, leaning on the scimitar he picked up.
"I am indeed a genius! Now, the true blood is mine."

The prince, who was limping all the time, walked towards the pyramid with a wanton and smug smile. This was the injury he received in the previous challenge. He encountered a group of hill giants who were restrained in the Holy Glory Tower, and one of his legs was broken by the giant leader. Of course, he did not let the group of giants go.

Originally, it was just a fracture which wouldn't have left him half-crippled, but the weapon in the hand of the despicable giant leader was actually poisoned. Even with his demigod physique, it took him a long time to recover.

"Dad, you really underestimate me. I am indeed the darling of all generations, loved by all the gods, and the protagonist of destiny!"

Looking at the little true-blood sun getting closer and closer, Sinbad couldn't help but imagine the surprised expression his father would show when he returned to the Grandia Palace to meet his father after fusing with the true blood.

However, when the young man climbed up the pyramid limpingly with a broken sword, and was about to reach the top platform, the pyramid that originally looked plain and unpretentious suddenly shook and roared, and lines of light lit up all over the main body of the pyramid.

Suddenly, the originally simple pyramid became mysterious, with a more luxurious and sacred atmosphere. Amidst the golden light, the shadow of a majestic holy dragon was outlined.

When the glorious dragon image lowered its head and cast its gaze, Sinbad, who felt he was being watched, was stunned for a moment, and then he very tactfully knelt on one knee, leaning on his knife.
"Greetings to His Majesty the Holy Dragon!"

"Descendant of the House of Augustus, child of Alexander, do you also need my real blood?"

"Yes, I need your power!"

Sinbad raised his head, his eyes filled with curiosity and yearning.

"Get my power? What will you do after you get my power?"

"I……"

After hearing Noah's question, Sinbad was stunned for a moment, then he reacted.

“I’m going to do what I want to do.”

"You are a useless little clever trick. So I now judge you as unqualified. Since you are the descendant of Alexander, I will give you one last chance. Answer me, what will you do after you gain power?"

Noah won't let this kid go so easily.

"I want to be a bard!"

This time, Sinbad hesitated for a moment, then spoke his quest.

"travelling poet?"

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the Holy Dragon Shadow, because Noah was really confused at the moment. He had thought of many answers, but this one was the only one he hadn't thought of.
"why?"

"Because bards are free enough. They can travel to different places, experience the customs and practices of different countries and regions, and listen to and tell their stories."

There was longing and yearning in the boy's eyes. What surprised Noah the most was that the boy was not lying at this moment. Every word he said was true.

He really wanted to be a bard.

“Music and art?”

Noah reacted and pondered the divine name of this boy's mother. Perhaps his romantic temperament and his currently nonsensical life goals and pursuits were all influenced by his mother.

"If you just want to experience these, you can become an adventurer, an explorer, or maybe even a sailor!"

“Thanks for your suggestion, I will try it.”

Sinbad's eyes lit up, and he was obviously very interested in Noah's casual suggestion.

"Don't you want to be a monarch?"

"You mean becoming a king like my father?"

"You don't have to be like him, but with your strength and status, you are more suitable to be a monarch."

"I don't want it. Please allow me to refuse."

"reason."

"Because it's too tiring. The tasks my father has to deal with every day are so numerous that they are almost piling up like a mountain. I feel tired just looking at them. I don't want to endure such a life.

I want to be a free-spirited bard, traveling through the city, listening to stories in the tavern, being an explorer, visiting ancient ruins, exploring secret dungeons, and becoming a sailor, flying freely on the seven seas, visiting overseas islands, and looking for those unknown overseas countries. "

Sinbad replied in a matter-of-fact tone that he had no interest in becoming a monarch, but he had a great desire for the life proposed by Noah, which he now further described.

"Although I feel very sorry that you gave up becoming a monarch, the life you chose is also a good path. You will see a different but equally wonderful path from your father, so you can obtain my power."

The shadow of the holy dragon, which was hovering above the pyramid and stretching for a thousand meters, stretched out its claws and pointed at the young man. Then, the sun hanging above the pyramid suddenly fell.

When the young man tried to catch the sun with joy on his face, he saw that the sun flew directly over his palm and sank into the makeshift crutch he used to support his body - a broken scimitar with a blade full of gaps and almost half-wasted.

"?!"

Under Sinbad's dazed and shocked gaze, this weapon, which he had only picked up and used for a while, began to reshape under the power of the Holy Dragon's true blood, and red-gold flames ignited on the blade.

In the blazing flames, the blade became sharp again, and patterns that looked like dragon scales and flying dragons spread across the blade. The crude scimitar that originally had a standard appearance and was common on the streets was now transformed into an alchemical weapon full of mystery and magnificence.

When he saw a holy dragon pattern with wings spread out, forming on the handle of the knife, the boy, who was originally full of joy and whose expectations were completely dashed, looked up at Noah, who was about to laugh out loud, with eyes full of confusion and incomprehension.

"what is this?"

"This is the holy weapon I created for you!"

"But shouldn't this drop of true blood merge with me?"

Sinbad felt his head buzzing. This scene was beyond his expectations. He couldn't imagine what kind of situation he would face if he took this weapon back.
"No, you don't need my real blood, but you really need a weapon that suits you!"

(End of this chapter)