Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Who are you? How dare you have the audacity to incite Marquis Gauss to rebel? Do you know what kind of crime this is?"

Upon hearing Noah's blasphemous words, the King's envoy, despite seeing the distinct dragon-like features on Noah's body, flushed with anger, pointed a finger at Noah and loudly rebuked him.

"Lord Noah—"

Seeing the King's envoy making such a move, Marshal Erwin, whose consciousness was shocked by Noah's words, also changed his expression dramatically. However, before he could finish his sentence, a few warm drops of blood had already splattered onto his face.

"It seems you don't have any options left!"

Noah glanced at the Bronze Dragon, who was summoning water to wash its tail.

Dragons are extremely arrogant creatures, and the Metallic Dragon Race is relatively modest, but their gentle demeanor is only towards a select few human-like beings that fit their temperament.

Once these insignificant, insect-like creatures offend the Dragon Clan, these ignorant idiots will witness the primal wrath of the dragons and experience the purest power.

"My wife, my children, and my family are all in the Capital City, and there's not just one Legend in the Capital."

With a few drops of foul blood on his face, Marshal Erwin closed his eyes in pain.

Because, just as the Dragon Clan before him had said, he no longer had any choice. The King's envoy died in his fortress, and no matter how he explained it, he would only be deemed a traitor.

"Is it just because of this threat, that you're prepared to surrender and abandon the legion that has followed you for years?"

Even though he understood the constraints of the human marshal in front of him, Noah remained dismissive,

"Should I praise your loyalty, or ridicule your stupidity?"

"No matter what you think of me, I have only one path to follow now."

The expression on Marshal Erwin's face began to calm down, and this human marshal was regaining his proper state.

"After my arrival, you indeed have only one path to follow."

Corrected Noah, and then his gaze turned to his parents, Angelis' face was still pale even with Transformation Magic unable to hide it, along with his mother's feigned strength, how could these escape his eyes?

His father was severely injured, and his mother was also seriously hurt. Though it was the result of their opponent's mercy, as dragons, Noah would not feel grateful for such things.

From a just and neutral standpoint, it was Noah's parents' own choice, and they received corresponding compensation for responding to the call of the Human Kingdom, engaging in a war—how could they not get hurt? Expecting to retreat unscathed was just a luxury, which is why they received compensation.

However, that being said, Noah would not speak of justice in such matters. Noah only knew that his parents had been heavily injured by the beastmen, and those beastmen were still alive.

Thus, Noah's gaze passed over the city walls and fell on the orc troop steadily retreating from afar. It must be said, this was an armed force that posed a significant threat to any civilized nation.

Just on the surface, Noah sensed two Legendary presences, along with many ferocious and bloodthirsty orc warbands below—unless it were a first-rate battalion, it would be hard to face them on equal footing.

However, this tribal force, which mainly acquires resources through plunder, only has a military advantage when facing a human-like civility still in the agricultural age.

When facing those who have dominated the top of the food chain over countless eons in many Material Realms, the might brought by any race, even the savagery of the orc capital, utterly vanishes.

Ang—

The descending Holy Dragon no longer maintained its humanoid form, as it sought to bring devastation to this land. The Dragon Wings, symbolizing the sun and glory, spread and enveloped the entire fortress under their Heavenly Wings. The Golden Dragon, which had just stirred the swirling sea of clouds, appeared again between heaven and earth.

However, this time, with no clouds shrouding it, both the human soldiers in the fortress and the retreating orc tribes nearby could look up and see this colossal and formidable dragon, like a mountainous range rising from the earth.

"A dragon, such a big dragon!"

"This is a true Giant Dragon!"

"Run!"

When they saw the Golden-Scaled Giant Dragon ascending from the human fortress, spreading its wings and flying towards them with a vast dragon power surging like tidal waves, the orc ranks, already in disarray, immediately scattered.

For just after the dragon soared into the sky, one after another, adult Giant Dragons that had descended before the mist dispersed also ascended to the heavens.

One cross-shaped shadow after another was cast over the war-torn and devastated battlefield. The Dragon Wings covered the sky, even making the sun seem dim before the leading Golden Giant Dragon.

"Annihilate the orcs!"

At Noah's command, flames, frost, lightning, paralysis, and various Breaths intertwined, falling upon the scattered orcs. The only dragon who did not unleash its Dragon Breath was Noah himself; he directly confronted the two orc Legends who were sternly prepared.

They were among the few who did not choose to flee but instead led their people to meet the attack. It wasn't that they weren't scared, nor that they were fearless, but they sensed Noah's gaze locked onto them—they couldn't escape, and only by risking their lives would they have a sliver of hope.