It should be known that a team composed of a few dragon-n citizens can capture a solid-looking noble fortress. The blades of ordinary professionals and city defense weapons without enchantnt damage find it hard to pierce their scales. The spells of low-level Mages can be directly nullified by these dragon-n, whose bloodline has been optimized for nearly ten generations.
To say it without exaggeration, every dragon-man is akin to a walking siege engine. For the feudal minor nobles who do not possess high-level transcendent combat power, each dragon-man holds the ability to deliver a devastating blow to them.
As a manifestation of their status and their ans of survival, city fortresses are nothing but jokes to the dragon-n, and the Lord Guard assembled at great expense is even more powerless against them.
In short, dragon-n erging from Elisium City, even with just simple military training, can deliver crushing defeats to the local minor nobles.
In these repeated wars, these dragon-n, who once lacked self-awareness and confidence, quickly established the positions they should hold in the outside world.
When these ssages returned to Elisium, they directly stirred the ordinary dragon-n citizens who were content with poverty and virtue, causing the most nurous group of dragon-n to beco restless.
Ambition and ability often mutually promote each other. Strong ambition can drive a being to proactively enhance their ability, while greater ability can foster even bigger ambitions.
Upon realizing they were not as weak as they imagined and could achieve greater things in the outside world, many dragon-n who had led ordinary lives began to have ideas.
After all, not many intelligent life forms are willing to remain ordinary. Often, it’s a matter of having no choice but to adapt to ordinariness. Once they find themselves capable of gaining fa and dominating an area, how many can still be content with the mundane?
This is also why Noah questioned his eldest son; many things cannot be accomplished rely with words but must be proven feasible in reality.
Advising a group of dragon-n, who have already tasted the fruits of war, and the overwhelming numbers who wish to taste them, to exercise restraint in using war tactics.
Who would agree?
Even Noah would not go against the wishes of his followers at such a ti, even if he possessed the power to subdue everything.
The giant beast nad war has been unleashed. Until it is fully sated, or unless it is completely destroyed, it cannot be stopped.
For his progeny attempting to control this war beast, Noah could only comnd their bravery. Naturally, he would not intervene but would allow them to try because the end result is bound to be certain — no one but him can control this beast.
But Noah doesn’t plan to control it, because he believes there is no need for restraint. Indeed, his territory should expand, not into the Barbaric Land which requires long-term managent for stable production, but into those civilized places where order has already decayed.
The transformation of dragon-n is also growth, but it’s not achieved by consuming air. Although free-floating elents in the atmosphere can et so consumption, the primary source is through the intake of materials like at, eggs, and milk from reality.
The dragon-n in Elisium City have been optimized generation after generation, which ans each generation has stronger material needs than the previous one. Coupled with the prolonged lifespan of dragon-n, if they do not expand outward, Elisium City will indeed explode.
Hence, the current situation could be said to be guided, whether intentionally or unintentionally, by Noah. Even with minimal intervention, just letting things flow naturally is enough to prove his stance.
"I understand Your Majesty’s aning, but I will strive to lead the dragon-n on the Alviss Continent, guiding them onto the right path."
"Then I shall wait and see."
Noah had no definite response to his progeny’s words.
No one doesn’t want to experience the pleasure of being above others, especially the dragon-n at the bottom of Elisium City. What they need to do is simple: just step out, and thus the large-scale exodus of dragon-n is inevitable.
However, crossing the ocean and entering the Alviss Continent to seek refuge with the two Holy Dragon’s Sons is just one option. They can also choose to go to the neighboring Atlas Kingdom and join the Royal Knight Order, which, although still has a high threshold, is much lower than the requirents of the Holy Dragon Emperor’s Battle Group.
Additionally, they can choose to head to the southern countries of the continent, or to the west; the vast Xilantia Continent is large enough to accommodate the ambitions currently burgeoning among the dragon-n.
The endeavors every dragon-man undertakes outside, and the achievents they attain, will bring feedback to Noah.
Holy Dragon Noah watched with pleasure his ambitious favored subjects, feeling genuinely gratified and joyful for every accomplishnt they achieved.
"Truly worthy of being my subjects!"
Gazing at the fruitful Golden Tree, the 203-year-old Ancestral Dragon Noah exclaid with pride, but seeing the abundance of fruit on the tree also led to a sigh,
"I wonder when I’ll finally be able to fall asleep!"
According to Noah’s projection of his age phase, even as an Ancestral Dragon, he should enter the adult phase at around two hundred years old, transforming into a mature Ancestral Golden Dragon and truly reaching the peak of dragon life.
However, things did not go as he wished. Reality’s developnts diverged from Noah’s predictions. Even after celebrating his two hundredth birthday, he felt no semblance of drowsiness or any signs of entering a Deep Sleep Period.
"Could it be that my bloodline is even more exceptional than I estimated, so my adulthood will arrive later?"
Just as Noah was recalibrating and silently awaiting the transformation to the dragon life peak, his elusive foster mother Selena appeared before him in a manner Noah had never seen.
"What’s wrong? What happened?"
The young girl’s face looked so terrible that for a Legendary Mage, such appearance was unbecoming, akin to utter despair, self-abandonnt, a mage about to self-destruct.
For a spellcaster, this state is not uncommon, especially for Mages residing long-term in laboratories. Once the research projects fall into a rut, difficult to find a solution or pinpoint the issue, they enter this dismal state.
However, it was evident that foster mother Selena’s poor condition was not caused by any experintal research project, because the first thing she inquired about upon seeing Noah was,
"Can you contact the Dragon King who bestowed you favor?"
"I can’t contact him."
Noah was montarily startled and then shook his head. Though he wished to see that Dragon King who crafted the stars again, he simply hadn’t the chance. The last ti he managed to see him, it wasn’t through the support of the Golden Tree, but because of the bloodline’s mysterious guidance, which Noah couldn’t even replicate.
"Really can’t? I have sothing very important."
Selena’s expression revealed a kind of anxiety Noah had never seen.
"You’re saying the issue you encountered could only be redied by the Dragon King’s intervention?"
Noah’s expression turned subtle, and he roughly guessed it.
"Yes, so if you can contact the Dragon King, don’t keep it hidden."
Selena fixed her gaze on Noah, like a drowning person seeing a lifeline,
"I can offer even the Dragon King satisfactory compensation."
"But I really can’t."
"The Dragon God would work too."
"...I don’t know any Dragon Gods."
Noah said helplessly.
"Noah, Casius, he’s in trouble, the will of hell is corroding him!"
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