Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

Noah casually lifted his Dragon Claw and waved it, then confidently walked into the Dragon Nest under the slightly worried gaze of the young man.

Swoosh~

Swoosh~

As soon as Noah stepped into the Dragon Nest, a dense flash of blades, sharp enough to finely slice anything, attacked from the shadows. Before he could shatter the blades before him, piercing wails that reached deep into the soul rang out in his ears.

"Interesting!"

Looking at the empty dark corridor ahead, if seen with mortal eyes, this broad and long corridor seemed devoid of any existence capable of movement. One wouldn't even know where the attack came from but would be chopped into pieces of fleshy bone fragments.

However, the Ancestral Golden Dragon could see the skeletal warriors walking in the shadows, the ghosts lurking in the darkness, and some undetermined undead creatures poised to attack.

"These undead I've never seen before, are they all your doing?"

Noah looked at the golden dragon silhouette at the end of the corridor. The master of this Dragon Nest already sensed his arrival and was approaching to greet him,

"Father."

Although Noah's size at this moment was vastly different from before, Terramus recognized Noah at a glance, for this was the biological father who gave him everything he now possessed.

"You're truly, somewhat beyond my expectations!"

Noah gazed at his offspring approaching to greet him, a hint of surprise involuntarily appearing in his eyes.

The Ancestral Bloodline that flowed from him naturally protected his offspring, shielding them from negative energies even in the graveyard teeming with undead.

But perhaps due to living too long in the graveyard, though Terramus, as a Golden Dragon, had shiny scales, they lacked the brilliance of Noah's.

Therefore, beneath him, and even on his limbs, Dragon Wings, and scales' gaps, there were huge shadows, in which Noah saw a surprisingly large number of undead lurking.

This guy carried an undead Shadow Legion with him, seemingly a lone dragon, but in truth, he could summon an elite undead army from the shadows whenever he wished.

This was probably why, since the last time he visited, he requested Wayne to intensify efforts, aiming to clean every undead around Terramus with each attack, leading his own cub to take precautionary measures.

He no longer places his forces in plain sight but hides them in the shadows. Although Noah could see through all his cub's details, how many beings had such a perspective?

Shadow Shuttling, as a hallmark ability of the assassin class, even among legends, be it close combat professions or spellcasters, would still fall for it if they didn't learn targeted prevention and detection spells.

Thus, under the increasingly harsh trials of the graveyard, Terramus could effectively preserve his forces, not exhausting his resources with every battle.

However, what surprised Noah the most was how this little fellow managed to grant every undead he created the ability to Shadow Shuttle.

The undead race's job scope covers nearly every profession, of course, assassins are included. But assassin type undead capable of Shadow Shuttling undoubtedly belong to the wisdom species. These are absolute treasures for every high-ranking undead, destined to be cultivated as direct descendants and trump cards.

Yet this little cub before him created a bunch of elite undead with such abilities, even a Demigod Witch Demon would be astonished.

"Beyond your expectations? Wasn't all this part of your plan? Was my ability to create Shadow Guards not within your estimation? Has your expectation for me fallen to such a level?"

Complex and intense emotions were contained within Terramus's words.

As a young dragon, he was suddenly thrown into an undead-infested maze without any notice and completely unprepared.

Though judging by his experiences, he quickly deduced it was merely a trial targeted at him, but was such a trial too harsh for a metal whelp?

Why did he need to endure such trials? As a pure-blooded Metal Dragon, wasn't he supposed to stay safe in the Dragon Nest, under the care of his parents, grow up healthily, and then learn spells at an appropriate age?

Why did his father toss him into the Underground Maze? To intentionally train his combat and warfare command skills? Did his father not feel joy at his birth, even felt disappointed at his performance, thus subjecting him to harsh training at a tender age?

Terramus pondered endlessly during the eleven years he was trapped in the maze, hypothesizing countless reasons for his father's actions, but couldn't identify the truth.

Based on his speculations, his birth might have fallen short of his father's original expectations, and he was a child not valued, hence his treatment.

"Shadow Guards? Is that why these undead you created can hide in shadows?"

"When you gave me the Undead Black Scripture, did you not check it yourself?"

Terramus's tone carried a hint of sarcasm; after all, what Golden Dragon in the world would learn Death Magic? Only he, presumably.

Although the death knowledge he involved himself with vastly differed from most necromancers, even containing paths for divinity.

But what does this indicate? His father's expectation? Hope for him to become a Dragon Clan Death God?

This was Terramus's most optimistic assumption, that his father harbored a divine wish for him. But evidently, now it seems, his father knew nothing of the contents of the Undead Black Scripture, meaning no expectations were held for him.

"The Undead Black Scripture?"

Noah nodded and turned to leave,

"I'll bring a junior over; stay here, don't move."

"A junior?"

Terramus, who initially looked somewhat deeply troubled, immediately showed confusion.

However, Terramus saw his slightly larger father dragging along a guy with a face full of helplessness, muttering explanations like "I didn't mean it" and "just wanted to gift a little something."

"Look, do you recognize this guy?"

Noah pushed Wayne, who had given up any resistance, before his cub, and Terramus, frowning at the extremely vibrant being, shook his head puzzledly,

"I don't recognize him."

"Then allow me to introduce, he's your eldest nephew. He's the fourth generation bloodline of the Augustus family and the only fourth generation inheritor who awakened the Titan Bloodline."

"So, he's my nephew."

Terramus's tone carried a hint of wonder; he knew his father's standing in the Augustus family.

Meaning, the notably powerful being before him was indeed his junior, and upon seeing him, he should call him Uncle Terramus.

"Exactly, he is your eldest nephew. At the same time, he is also the Undying King, master of the Great Graveyard, and, the Demon King!"

"He is the master here? An Undying King? Yet he is neither a living being nor an undead!"

Terramus reflexively questioned as it defied common knowledge; an Undying King not being undead? Who'd believe such a thing?

"Who said only the undead could become the Undying King? When was there such a rule in the Material Realm?"

Noah questioned back at his cub's over-the-top reaction.

"Ah, this..."

"The Undead Black Scripture you mentioned, I've clarified it was thrown to you by him, a tribute from this nephew to you, an elder!"

Noah pointed at Wayne, whose face was numb, explaining the previous misunderstanding.