Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"No, how could I, Lawuer, die at the hands of you insects!"

The bat wings at his back had already been severed by the Forbidden Army, and the Balrog Demon's body and limbs were entangled by chains and dragged to the ground, unable to fly anymore.

It's not because he lost his wings that he couldn't fly; a high-ranking Great Demon wasn't so incapacitated. For truly powerful beings, wings were merely decorative.

What truly prevented him from flying were those golden light chains entwining his body; these so-called mongrel Dragon Descendants of the Forbidden Army compressed and confined all his movement space, suppressing every act of rebellion and struggle.

"Falling at our hands is the honor of your lifetime!"

The Forbidden Army, now with their golden light completely dim, trampled upon the body of the Great Demon. A member of the Forbidden Army, stepping on the Balrog Demon's head, placed the edge of a sword at its neck,

"You are the first Great Demon to die at the hands of our Forbidden Army, and you will not be the last!"

With that, the sword of the Forbidden Army member sliced through the Balrog Demon's neck, and black-red demon blood, reeking of strong sulfur, spurted out from the severed neck.

For a moment, filth filled the air, with furious roars and unbearable curses unending, because even with its head severed, the Balrog Demon still did not die; its head retained a high level of vitality.

However, after all, it was not a Legendary Rank demon, so amid the cursing, a member of the Forbidden Army drove a Light Spear through its brow, penetrating its brain, thereby gradually ending this high-ranking Great Demon's life.

"We won!"

The member of the Forbidden Army who pierced the demon's brow with the Light Spear held the demon's head, as big as half his own body, high above his head. Filthy blood drenched the heavy battle armor; though stained red, it added a menacing aura and infinite might.

"Unbelievable, where did these warriors come from? They're so strong!"

"They didn't even have an Extreme Intent, yet they killed a Great Demon!"

"I think we have witnessed history."

"I just want to know where exactly they came from. Does anyone know their origin?"

"They should be from the Xilantia Continent, the Favored of that Holy Dragon!"

So said Holy Paladin Rand, who had similarly brought students to observe the battle.

He personally saw these Golden Giant warriors emerge from the space passage opened by the scroll he had activated.

Although he knew the origin of these warriors, Rand was still puzzled, for he clearly remembered that when his friend gave him the scroll, it was explicitly stated as merely a Teleportation Scroll for life-saving purposes, not some special Summoning Scroll.

Moreover, even if it were a Summoning Scroll, was the reinforcements it summoned overly powerful? Even in his nearly hundred-year-long life, he had never seen such a legion.

To be able to siege and kill an Extreme Intent Great Demon with an average power of the Radiant Gold Realm, making a precedent in history and creating an incredible miracle.

Perhaps similar cases existed in past history, but one with artifacts to prove, and what he personally witnessed was only this instance before him.

Though the warriors in front of him, whether their weapons or armor, were over-class magic equipment, their fearlessness and the extraordinary physique that enabled them to stand up and counterattack after being targeted multiple times by demons were also crucial reasons for achieving this miraculous feat.

What was most astounding was that this troop of only fifty-one members, after successfully clearing the town of demons and slaying a descending Great Demon, had less than one-third wounded and not a single death.

Even the warrior who initially faced the Great Demon's three consecutive heavy attacks alone still lived, albeit with their armor shattered more severely. But the internal personnel's condition remained relatively good.

"So they are the Favored of the Holy Dragon?"

"No wonder."

"No wonder what? Can you not speak with such an obvious tone? Who is the Holy Dragon? How come I've never heard of it?"

Separated by vast seas, even though the two continents had opened maritime trade routes, not everyone knew about the existence of the Holy Dragon, which was the common situation.

"The Holy Dragon is the Golden Dragon Lord of the Xilantia Continent, who advocates fairness and justice and established the Sanctuary of Order and Justice!"

Thus introduced a Holy Paladin about the unknown Transcendent.

"Since they are Dragon Lords from the Xilantia Continent, how did they end up here?"

"I summoned them. A friend of mine serves as a Judge under that Holy Dragon's command; he gave me a scroll for life-saving during dangerous moments, and prior to using it, I didn't expect such an outcome."

Holy Paladin Rand had to step forward at this moment to explain that the Golden Giant warriors appeared here because of his call for help.

And while explaining, the middle-aged Holy Paladin felt a hot sensation at his back because he knew this was definitely not the true reason,

It's just that after multiple battles, he was already utterly exhausted, his face pale without a trace of blood, so his abnormality went unnoticed by the crowd.

"Rand, you actually have such friends; that's incredible! Are there any more scrolls like this?"