Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

The sky was filled with blood rain descending from above, spilling onto the snow-capped mountains; each drop of blood was like a scarlet meteor. Just by passing through, it could level a mountain peak.

The falling blood droplets eventually formed a blood-colored lake in the mountains. The blood aura lingered, and steam rose like a volcano about to erupt.

"Grom, you're not doing so well!"

Noah looked at the Beastman Demigod opposite him, whose chest wound was rapidly healing, feeling quite pleased, and his tone grew more casual.

The power of this Beast King had fallen by at least one minor level. Therefore, the suppression he experienced in the previous battle was completely reversed this time, and it was the Beast King who was being suppressed by him.

Starting from the Seventh Rank of Legend, every step up was a whole new world. The power difference of one level was even more exaggerated than the gap between Great Realms below Legend.

Noah was not inferior in the essence of power to any Near Saint because he possessed the status of an Ancestor Dragon, only differing in the amount of power.

A regular Legendary Ancient Dragon, even if possessing a realm equal to his, would still be torn apart by hand when facing a demigod, even one like this Beast King who was heavily injured and suffered a great loss of combat power.

Because in this Realm, the bloodline of an ordinary Dragon Clan no longer held an advantage. On the contrary, the Demigod had some Divine properties, possessing suppressive power of a high status.

"It can end here, Lord Noah, you didn't come here to fight Grom to the death, did you?"

The Old Priest appeared again, standing between Noah and the Beast King, but this time, he faced Noah, shielding Grom behind him.

This was an unfair fight, one side was in perfect condition, and the other was seriously injured. However, what made the Old Priest feel helpless was that Grom, who had suffered severe injuries, forced himself to appear okay, insisting on fighting the Golden Dragon with all his might.

And this Golden Dragon knew that his opponent had just gone through a bitter battle and was severely injured, but he still went all out, even using a stronger power stance than last time to bully the stubborn Beastman.

Thus, the result of this battle was that the stubborn Beast King barely held on for a while in the early stages and soon showed signs of defeat, continually being torn apart by the Golden Dragon, his blood splashing across the mountains.

The Old Priest couldn't bear it any longer and didn't want to see the Beast King, gritting his teeth to hold on, suffer injuries that would affect his foundation because of this unnecessary war, so he appeared to stop it.

"Of course not, just an ordinary sparring match."

Noah chuckled. He enjoyed this trip, even though bullying a severely disabled person went against the Golden Dragon Clan's way of life, but he wasn't a conventional dragon.

On the Helan Continent, he had vassal territories, and now he had a vassal in a Human Kingdom. Later, due to the agreement with the Beastman Old Priest, he would engage in trade with them.

If he didn't hit this Beastman King hard, letting him think that this Golden Dragon Monarch was easy to deal with, insidious, and ruthless, and instead left a gentle and refined impression, it would be a disaster.

In the eyes of the Beastmen, whose civilization remained at the tribal level, appearing too civilized and adhering to a self-righteous set of etiquette would make such uncivilized Barbarians think you are cowardly, weak, and easily bullied; they wouldn't see you as kind and friendly.

Therefore, even during the battle, Grom, the Beastman King, who was often oppressed by Noah, never accused Noah of taking advantage of his weakness or seizing the opportunity.

He just thought that this dragon might be related to the human mage who had severely injured him not long ago; he simply wanted to figure this out. It was his duty as a Beast King because a woman who could summon a Hell Lord was extremely dangerous.

For Noah's behavior of seizing the moment when he was weak to violently beat him, in the Beastman King Grom's view, not only was it normal, but he also thought Noah wasn't ruthless enough.

Because he had done similar things countless times in his journey from weak to strong, reaching his current position.

An excellent leader is never bound by morality; that's for the ruled subjects to follow. For the rule maker to be bound by morality would be a joke.

As a king, there's only one thing to do: expand more living land and seize more resources for his subjects who follow him.

To achieve this goal, any means used can be understood, as the curses and wails left by extinct enemies, with the passage of time, will not leave even the slightest trace.

On the contrary, the subjects who benefited from this, along with their descendants, will praise the monarch who vanquished the border Barbarians and expanded the territory, extolling his glorious achievements.

Such a monarch, even after his demise, his name, and his accomplishments will be passed down through the generations with the continuation of the ethnic bloodline.

Of course, the Beastmen, who were about to unify Helan Continent, were not enemies for now, but this couldn't be guaranteed. Even if Noah reached an agreement with the Beastman Old Priest, the Beastman King hadn't fully accepted it, which posed a great risk.

"Isn't that right, Grom?"

Noah looked at the thick-haired, burly grey-skinned Beastman King. In a short time, the few wounds that pierced his body had all healed.