Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

If he really did this, it's likely there would be gossip saying he was seizing his brother's kingdom. Although some of the Dragon Clan might support him, there would surely be some who feel disappointed in him.

Reputation is the most important weapon for the Metallic Dragon Race, and even Noah, being the Ancestor Dragon, can't ignore it. After all, he is a Golden Dragon, not to mention that part of the Power of Faith he can wield with his Word Spirit·Emperor comes from this.

"Granduncle!"

The third-generation Monarch of Atlas, Alexander, who also noticed the anomaly in the Holy Dragon Land, anxiously bowed amid the ruins before Noah, who seemed unharmed.

"Do you know what happened?"

Noah stared at Alexander, his grandnephew and also a Favored, for quite a while. After confirming that he didn't have the same issue as his brother and grandfather, he finally spoke.

"It seems that some terrifying entity has resurrected!"

Alexander hesitated briefly before choosing his words carefully, as he did not know how to answer.

He arrived after the elder dragons, so what he saw was the Orphis Mountain Range restored to calm.

However, based on his visits and investigations, and from purchasing some low-quality recording crystals from adventurers, he grasped the general situation.

In the slightly blurry and intermittently severely disturbed images projected by the crystal, he saw the anomaly erupting from his granduncle's palace.

The dark magical figure surrounded by lightning looked increasingly familiar to Alexander, the current Augustus Family Head, as he continued to stare, becoming more and more alarmed.

But this was exactly why Alexander dared not draw any conclusions. He understood what a Titan Bloodline Awakener should appear like under normal circumstances; the family had records and corresponding images.

Yet none of these corresponded to the anomaly from his granduncle's palace, which seemed to be a fallen Titan Giant.

"Has the seal gone out of control?"

Alexander offered a vague answer. Noah looked at his grandnephew and couldn't help but laugh,

"Indeed, the seal is out of control, but it's quite unlike what you understand. Would you like to know more?"

"Granduncle, if you are willing to tell me, I am all ears."

Alexander's expression turned solemn.

"This isn't just about listening and being done. After hearing it, you must bear the corresponding responsibility."

Noah's tone turned relaxed and cheerful, looking at his grandnephew, the plan in his mind became clearer. With such a perfect tool person before him, why worry?

"Then… I won't listen."

Realizing something was amiss, Alexander immediately made the right choice, but unfortunately, facing Noah who had already decided, his clear decision made no impact on the result,

"Not listen? That won't do!"

Noah extended a dragon claw, sweeping up this perfect tool person,

"Come with me."

As dusk fell, the stars and moon hung high, with night enveloping the land, when the night turned to day, the Atlas Monarch, seemingly ravaged by a pack of dragon beasts, stepped out of the Holy Dragon Palace dazedly.

Over the course of last night, he heard the true secrets of the Augustus family, learned about the origin of the family, and also understood the enormous lurking danger in the now-glorious family, a threat stemming from the bloodline ancestor.

Though this danger was deadly and could ruin everything he had in his past life, for him, a Dragon Descendant who received the Ancestor Dragon True Blood, it had little impact.

Even though there was pollution from the Hell Bloodline, it could hardly affect him, because his lineage was now dragon-dominated, with an extremely low human element, and the part that belonged to the Augustus family line was suppressed to the extreme.

Yet precisely because of this, a daunting and great task fell upon him; as a Golden Dragon Lord assured to never be influenced by Hell's will, stable and reliable at all times, maintaining the honor of the Augustus family was his duty.

Simply put, he must eliminate every family member who might be corrupted and demonized by Hell's will, minimizing loss and damage, so that the Royal Family's dignity and honor would remain intact.

If he could choose, Alexander would prefer to avoid it because this task involved pure effort with no actual benefits. As his granduncle said, it was a responsibility he must shoulder as a monarch, whether for the family or the kingdom.

Although his granduncle promised to give him some support in this matter, Alexander could completely foresee the consequences.

According to incomplete statistics based on royal records, the number of members with Augustus family bloodline who don't possess the royal surname has exceeded two million, and there are even more not recorded.

These individuals, with Augustus family blood coursing through them, scattered across the kingdom, even if he established corresponding emergency response agencies, how could he oversee such a massive kingdom with potential sudden events erupting in every region?

Once or twice is fine, but as incidents pile up to a certain degree, it will surely draw the attention of those with intent. By then, the honor of the Augustus family will be challenged, and he, as the contemporary Monarch and King of the kingdom, will also face accusations, no doubt questioned.

As for who would question a kingdom's monarch, there are many. If the True God Church discovers any country involved with Hell, they will have targeted measures, as it threatens the faith of the Divine.

Therefore, faced with potential family interest damage due to bloodline pollution, the third-generation Monarch, with dragon blood already flowing within him and who has truly felt actual benefits, boldly proposed a request to his granduncle,

"Why not consider transforming all Augustus family members into Dragon-men?

As long as we have Granduncle your bloodline suppression, even if Hell's influence remains, it will be minimized, at least preventing evil incidents."

"Your idea is good, but not feasible."

Confronted with the proposal for a total clan Dragonification from this eldest nephew, Noah decisively rejected it,

"The Augustus family can produce a branch like yours inheriting dragon blood, but a full clan Dragonification cannot happen; Augustus is a human family, not a Dragon-man clan."

"The imperfect Titan Blood? Why preserve it?"

Unlike his father, Alexander had no special feeling towards the Titan Bloodline. When the suggestion was turned down, hence feeling disappointed, he grumbled in complaint.

Because Noah's refusal was grounded in preserving the Titan Bloodline, ensuring the rare mythological bloodline doesn't end with his line.

"If a full clan Dragonification isn't possible, can I expand the number of members in my branch? That's no problem, right?"

Necessity breeds invention; although principles might restrict, loopholes in these principles can be found. Finding a workaround, 'Pressure' Alexander quickly returned to a lighter mood.

And just as Alexander returned to the Capital, preparing to suppress the impending family disasters of demonization and corruption, Noah also rarely left the Orphis Mountain Range, stepping into Central Earth, a place he almost never entered before.

As he aimed to meet the last person among the fourth generation of the Augustus family.

Blessed by the Seven Gods as a Natural Demigod, it sounds unrelated to Hell or corruption, yet throughout history and time, at least half of the major calamities spreading across countless planes were instigated by elves, and many were linked to Hell.

Hence, Noah harbored particular concerns for his youngest grandniece.