Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire Chapter 359 - 227: I Got Where I Am Today All By Myself2

Hearing the angel’s words, Noah felt it was absurd. Wasn’t the life of a Golden Dragon worth anything?

"You are an Ancestor Dragon, don’t you have the protection of the Dragon God?"

Ophelia looked at Noah, utterly flabbergasted.

"Dragon God’s protection? Which Dragon God? Can you send one?"

Noah was equally puzzled, thinking perhaps this Great Angel had so divine backing and assud he must have so support too.

"Ah, no?"

The angel’s expression grew more perplexed.

"Of course not."

Noah replied firmly.

"Then how did you evolve to beco an Ancestor Dragon? Without the Dragon God’s protection and blessings, how can an ordinary Dragon Species achieve the ultimate Ancestor Return?"

Ophelia inquired, puzzled and perplexed.

"Naturally, through my own struggles and efforts. The fact that I’ve reached this stage is entirely due to my own endeavors, without any blessings from a Dragon God."

After Noah’s words fell, the grand hall fell into silence, as the angel had also beco quiet.

Because she felt that this dragon before her was insulting her intelligence.

If struggles and efforts were truly effective, why bother with lineage? Why bother with talent? So achievents aren’t attainable through effort and talent alone.

"You don’t believe ?"

Seeing the angel unresponsive, Noah grew irate and broke the silence himself.

"Yes."

Ophelia nodded heavily, gazing earnestly at the shaless Golden Dragon in front of her,

"I’ve never seen you work hard."

"That just ans you haven’t seen it. Just because you haven’t seen sothing, does that an it never happened?"

Noah flicked his dragon tail, the powerful tail cracking like thunder in the air,

"Look at this palace. Apart from the main structure, I’ve personally perfected all the other details, and even the dragon-shaped magic statue outside—I made those with my own efforts."

"This is enough to prove you have great talent in certain areas, but it’s not enough for you to awaken the Ancestor bloodline. At least a being of the Dragon God’s level must have blessed you."

The angel declared with certainty, as this fit her understanding.

Ordinary dragons might show Ancestor Return traits through hard work, but to fully return and beco a legendary Ancestor Dragon requires the grace of a higher-level existence.

Without the intervention of such eternal and immortal beings, creatures like an Ancestor Dragon, which defy the rules, couldn’t possibly co into being.

The legendary Titan is the sa; each Titan’s birth is blessed by ancestors. If all the epic Titans were entirely wiped out, then the Titan race would naturally head towards extinction, just like the now nearly extinct Ancestor Dragons.

"But truly, no Dragon God favored !"

Noah heaved a long sigh; he felt sowhat depressed. Logically, by his level, even if he didn’t worship them, a Dragon God should have co to recruit him, but none did.

"No Dragon God, then it was the Dragon King."

Ophelia mused.

"The Dragon King also..."

Noah was about to deny, then thought of that Dragon King coiling above all stellar realms. His words caught in his throat, as he couldn’t say them, especially since that Dragon King had shown him its immortal body.

"I understand now."

From Noah’s reaction, the angel felt she glimpsed the truth.

The Golden Dragon before her was favored by a Dragon King to achieve such accomplishnts. Although she didn’t understand why the Dragon King would invest so much in this Golden Dragon, since the Dragon King chose him, she had no right to comnt.

"Guess you got it right."

Noah couldn’t care to argue anymore since it would distort the angel’s understanding and expose his true secrets—unnecessary.

"If the Dragon God blessed you, they should also protect you, no?"

"No."

"Perhaps you’re unaware?"

"Maybe, but I won’t test it."

Noah knew better than anyone whether he had the Dragon King’s protection. Although that Dragon King was generous, what he’d seen in a near-illusion or dream was already quite decent—Noah didn’t wish for too much,

"If you want news, I can arrange for soone to investigate, but I won’t go myself."

Noah once again clarified, decisively ending the Great Angel’s delusion.

"Alright, then I..."

"If you want news, stay with for a while. It won’t be too long."

"Can’t I go either?"

"Right, you’re too impulsive. You going would only ruin things."

Noah felt he understood the angel’s temperant—rash and irritable, drawing swords at the slightest disagreent, the very essence of a Combat Angel.

Honestly, Noah suspected the angel’s father, that Blazing Sky Divine Servant, might have wanted to build his daughter’s resu, which is why he gave this clearly unsuitable investigation task to Ophelia.

"You underestimate ?"

"That’s an honest assessnt, you need to learn to accept it."

Noah cald her down with a steady tone.

"Who are you sending to investigate?"

"An exceptional Tifflin. Compared to you, I think soone tainted by the Hell’s aura could obtain the information you seek more easily."

"Can I et him?"

Ophelia’s curiosity piqued, she asked impulsively.

"No."

Noah refused outright.

Noah’s chosen candidate was, of course, Wayne—a well-traveled, experienced Hell’s Son, arguably the best reconnaissance choice.

The lad could freely traverse the Shadow Realm, making him even more suited for the task. Plus, he had several aces up his sleeve, assuring Noah that even if he truly encountered that undead, he would be able to retreat safely.

"Chasing a fallen Six-winged Angel?"

Wayne, having just settled his subordinates, felt a bit overwheld upon seeing the first task Noah assigned him.

"Can I decline?"

"Noah says if you complete the task, you can secure a human offspring with pure blood, untainted by Hell."

Faced with Noah’s tempting offer, even knowing the technique was still experintal, Wayne didn’t ponder long before accepting the dangerous assignnt.

Having reford the Knight Order, Wayne naturally wasn’t alone. He led his followers northward straight to the Northern Icefield.

Three months later, while Noah was placating the angel, he received news from the north. The previously restless Ophelia then turned her gaze to the silent Golden Dragon.

"What happened? Did your Tifflins fail their investigation?"

"No, not at all, they succeeded too well."

Noah began to choose his words, considering how to convey the situation.

"What do you an?"

"They’ve successfully infiltrated the Undead City, and one even won the election, becoming the City Lord."

"?"

Ophelia was silent for a mont, then divine flas flared around her,

"Are you sure they haven’t betrayed you?"

"That’s impossible. I hold an irresistible lure over them; just a City Lord position in the Dead City can’t make him betray ."

In this regard, Noah was quite confident. No living being could adapt to the domain of the dead, but precisely because of this, Noah couldn’t figure out how Wayne beca the Undead City Lord.

The speed of his rise was sowhat absurd. Unless it was in an Abyss with collapsed Order and chaos, which could be possible—but these are the undead we’re talking about, their Order is even more terrifying than the Demons’.

"It seems you trust him a lot? You believe in his loyalty?"

"No, I believe in his desire for offspring."

"Then what news did he bring back to you?"

"The layout of all the Undead Cities and the general military deploynts."

"And the Fallen Angel?"

Ophelia hurriedly asked.

"The Great Angel you ntioned should be in the core Great Graveyard. He’s looking for an opportunity to et the Immortal King."