For this reason, many legends wanted to support Tidel to beco the new king, forming a stronger national governnt capable of withstanding more external risks.
However, what they saw of Tidel was just one side of him. This guy has more faces, such as ruthless iron-bloodedness, harshness, and lack of grace. All these labels representing a tyrant were stuck on the new king.
Yet, even so, a certain dragon still thought this guy was too weak and lacked dominance.
"Look at these nobles, they dare not oppose you openly, but secretly they organize minstrels, fabricate false facts, attack your policies, and slander your reputation!"
"I think what they say isn’t exactly wrong. I am indeed transforming into a qualified tyrant. However, what’s wrong with becoming a tyrant that allows more people to survive?"
Seeing the Golden Dragon next to him showing signs of agitation, Tidel, who increasingly possessed the majesty of a monarch, burst into hearty laughter.
"You’re such an indecisive guy, what kind of tyrant do you think you are?"
Upon hearing this guy in front of him actually call himself a tyrant, Noah couldn’t help but sneer.
"Now, only you think I’m not a tyrant. Do you want to co to my new capital and see? I rely implented the decrees you issued.
The surrounding areas, from the nobles above to the rchants and even the commoners below, all spit and curse at . The only ones who seem to thank are the slaves who gained freedom."
At this point, there was no trace of depression on Tidel’s face,
"No, only so slaves would thank . Many other slaves think that I made them lose their shelter and the opportunity to eat, leaving them holess."
"It seems your policy hasn’t been fully implented. Otherwise, why would rchants, commoners, and the slave class complain about you instead of praising you?"
Noah imdiately identified the problem.
So policies are only half-implented, which indeed invites criticism. For example, the slave labor law, which allows slaves to earn freedom through labor.
But while slaves are allowed to gain freedom, they are not provided jobs afterwards. Issues with food, clothing, and shelter cause worries—no wonder people accuse you.
"Indeed!"
"That’s why I say you’re indecisive. At tis like this, apart from killing a few to set an example, what other options do you have?"
"I ca to you to solve the problem. Transfer so of the Dragon Lords under your command, preferably the Bronze Dragons!"
"What do you intend to do?"
"Demonstrate the iron-blood necessary for a tyrant!"
Tidel smiled, but such a smile on the face of this aging monarch was not benign, rather it sent chills down the spine.
"Alright, I will notify all the Bronze Dragons under my command, but don’t you want the other dragons?"
"I will invite them when I hold the founding ceremony, but there’s no need for now!"
Tidel tactfully declined. On the battlefield, he had already seen how unreliable the Red Copper Dragons and Brass Dragons of the Dragon Clan were.
As for the Golden Dragon and Silver Dragon, these two types of dragons are reliable but too few and very arrogant, difficult to command. They can exist as commanders, but not as commanded high-level units.
"Besides the Dragon Lords, is this too few? Do you want any other support? Do you need to co?"
"No need. I can suppress the surrounding legends. I asked you for the Bronze Dragons just to add so prestige. I have already invited many Paladins; they are my main force to clear the nearby nobles."
"Using Paladins to cleanse the nobles? Hiss~"
The Golden Dragon took a gentle breath. Allowing Paladins to co and cleanse the nobles was essentially targeting the noble class, launching a massacre.
This was not just an issue of leaving one alive; the question was how many nobles could actually survive.
By the Paladin’s standards of judging good and evil, except for the noble infants without any human disposition, how many upright nobles could pass?
"I have a newfound respect for you now!"
Noah had to admit that Tidel had indeed matured a lot. Even he wouldn’t easily make such decisions because it was too extre.
No wonder he only borrowed the Bronze Dragons and not the Golden and Silver Dragons since only the Bronze Dragons would agree with this extre cleansing thod, while the Golden and Silver Dragons might try to stop it.
But what did the nobles around the new capital do to force Tidel to resolve things this extrely?
What were the absurd things filling these people’s minds? Did they think by forming an alliance and covertly opposing Tidel, they could make a legend possessing the strongest power and enough legion force to yield?
"You should have respected long ago."
"See how smug you are."
"That descendant of mine nad Wayne, how have you been raising him?"
"You know about this? Who told you?"
Noah was quite surprised.
"I am an actual monarch, not an empty figurehead. Why shouldn’t I know?"
Tidel remarked indignantly.
"So far it’s been pretty good."
Noah hesitated for a mont and then replied.
"I have no particular expectations for this child. You raise him, letting him live a carefree and free life should suffice."
"I think that’s a bit challenging."
"What do you an?"
Now it was Tidel’s turn to be dumbfounded.
"His developnt has veered beyond my expectations. He’s not soone who will be content to live quietly."
Seeing that Tidel wanted to ask more questions, Noah cut him off with a single sentence,
"No need to ask. When you have ti, co see for yourself. He’s your direct descendant anyway."
The strong scent of sulfur filled his nostrils. This human-repelling sll was actually sothing Wayne greatly enjoyed, prompting him to take a deep breath.
Then, possessing a complete devil’s body, Wayne looked up at the jagged peaks ahead, like sharp swords piercing the dim sky do. Among these treacherous mountain ranges, corpses were scattered everywhere.
Giant mountain-like remains resembling a black mountain goat, with black blood flowing out, from which countless venomous snakes were breeding, as well as powerful beings resembling fallen angels.
Even from a distance, one could see the contours of their alluring figures. However, seeing their beauty was impossible because their heads were missing, and their bodies only half intact.
In addition to these, shattered wheels of flesh and blood, and only the head remaining of colossal feline demons, nothing compared to the carcass of a demon dragon that crushed mountains.
This was a battlefield, a battlefield left behind after a battle between beings akin to the divine. Wayne, visiting here for the first ti, would be shivering in fear from every demon here.
But this battlefield, like the deepest nightmare, remained unchanged, causing Wayne, who entered many tis, to beco numb and now calm down. He even had the courage to seek out new extraordinary demons he had never seen before.
However, he only searched with his eyes. As for movent, he was unwilling because he was not the only living being here. Even a drop of blood or a bit of flesh from the strong beings’ remains could turn into terrifying demons.
Wayne had already forgotten how many tis he was eaten, but no matter how many tis he was devoured, the next ti he entered, he always had a stronger, more complete devil’s body than in reality.
"Why do I keep dreaming of this place?"
Although just over two years old, Wayne, who already possessed a complete consciousness, learned to think. He looked towards the misty, blood-swirled mountains, faintly glimpsing a gigantic humanoid silhouette.
Sitting atop the mountains, overlooking everything, it seed to also be looking at him.
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