Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

Noah was well aware of the "recklessness" of his youngest daughter, yet he was quite gratified by the vibrant success of her endeavors. Despite some slightly dubious methods, the outcomes were favorable, and all parties were extremely satisfied.

Among these, Noah anticipated the reactions from the merchants within his territory and the merchant ships from various factions across the sea on the Alviss Continent. The only thing that slightly surprised Noah was the ghost fleet from the Undead Kingdom.

"Is this your initiative, or is it an independent action by your subordinates?"

Noah asked his grandnephew.

Wayne, the Demon King, was the nominal supreme ruler of the undead, but he only ensured that other legendary undead obeyed his orders. As for their daily actions, these legendary undead retained considerable autonomy.

"It is both my initiative and their spontaneous action. I did not assign any undead."

Wayne replied.

In reality, after the incident involving the companionship of the imperial prince, many legends in the Undead Kingdom had already realized.

Replacing the Immortal King, the Demon King was the greatest insider hiding within the Undead Kingdom. He collaborated internally and externally with the Holy Dragon and other legends, severely injured the Immortal King, took his head, and sealed his remains beneath the Great Graveyard.

However, so what if they knew? The opposing party now had control of the highest authority in the Undead Kingdom and had suppressed all dissenters and adversarial factions.

No legendary undead currently wanted to serve the Immortal King or overthrow this Demon King's rule. After all, under the Demon King's reign, everyone's days were quite good.

At least, they no longer needed to worry about external exclusion and threats, and the Demon King did not intend to use them as expendables. Since life was manageable, there was no need to stir up troubles unnecessarily.

At present, some clever undead started actively using the name of the Demon King's subordinates to engage with the Holy Dragon descendants.

The relations were there, why not utilize them? Since our Demon King is also part of the Holy Dragon faction, by rounding up, I am also part of it, and doing some fair and compliant dealings with the Holy Dragon descendants is naturally not an issue.

"Wow, your subordinates are quite responsive."

Noah couldn't help but praise.

As the saying goes, knowing the times makes one outstanding. Noah appreciated those who could discern the situation and make the correct choices, even if they were previously adversaries. At the very least, he wouldn't reject them.

Of course, Noah wouldn't truly accept them, but he was willing to allocate part of the resources to them and demonstrate to everyone his inclusiveness as a Monarch, effectively reducing the combat will and unwavering spirit of the adversaries.

"Fools don't survive here, or they are only fit to become servants."

In the Undead Kingdom, the number of intelligent undead was scarce, relative to the billions of undead, with not one in millions. Most undead who developed intelligence were slaves to stronger undead, lacking freedom.

Hence, as the ruler of the Undead Kingdom, Wayne found it fairly easy because he didn't need to focus on livelihood, healthcare, or infrastructure; he only needed to manage the leaders of a few factions under him and maintain an absolutely loyal faction strong enough under his command.

"Such exchange could continue. I feel that your undead subordinates have much potential yet to be tapped."

Despite the universally negative image of undead, Noah, as a Monarch, was not narrow-minded. He believed undead could also play their role in economic development.

Not to mention other aspects; just by being untiring, not needing rest, and not requiring wages, these factors outperformed most wisdom species laborers. If undead could be properly utilized, it might trigger a revolution, thrusting the continent's productivity into another eruption phase.

Of course, the potential of undead in production and construction still needed exploration. There would be many problems in the coexistence of undead and spirit beings.

"I will convey your message."

"You are the Undead Monarch, not me."

Noah corrected.

"Uncle ancestor, I'd like to ask a favor of you."

Seeing Noah inclined to end the conversation, Wayne, who usually wished to conclude quickly, initiated to stop Noah this time.

"Hmm?"

Noah looked puzzled at his grandnephew.

"A favor? What could you possibly need to ask of me now? Speak."

"Among my descendants, there has appeared a child who can wield the Golden Thunder."

"Golden Thunder? Titan Bloodline."

Originally appearing somewhat lazy, Noah's eyes instantly became solemn.

Because, since this present Demon King, the Augustus family had nearly a hundred years without anyone awakening the Titan Bloodline.

Although this mythical bloodline continued to be passed on, it was at risk of being severed. The fact that someone awakened it again was undoubtedly worth celebratory.

"Indeed, it's the Titan Bloodline. I've verified it, but this child is somewhat disappointing; his bloodline is too weak.

He can only summon a strike of Golden Thunder; after one strike, he is utterly exhausted and can't perform any giantification."

Upon seeing Noah's reaction, Wayne felt assured yet began to introduce the child, albeit with a slight disdain.

Because he hoped the Holy Dragon wouldn't have high expectations of this Titan Bloodline Awakener born among his descendants since the bloodline was indeed too weak. If not for the ability to summon Golden Thunder, he wouldn't have noticed the child.

But since he summoned it, it signified his extraordinary nature, distinguishing him fundamentally from other mediocre descendants. It's merely a low starting point; after some cultivation, there's potential for continued growth and strength.

"Unable to perform giantification? That's extremely weak."

Such a description left Noah surprised.

In his impression, the weakest Titan Bloodline Awakener was Tidel, who, after awakening the Titan Bloodline, only had a giant's physique of three meters, which barely dignified the term 'giant.'

Yet now, someone broke the lowest record set by Tidel once again — awakening the bloodline but unable to perform giantification.

The Augustus family was indeed declining with each generation. This wasn't a jocular exclamation; after four generations, the Augustus fifth generation was indeed mediocre.

However, the fourth generation was too outstanding; thus, the mediocrity of the fifth generation was negligible because they could await the births of the sixth and seventh generations.

With a large base, geniuses would inevitably emerge; this was a certainty.

Yet, the hard-fought genius found was somewhat disheartening, disappointingly so that Wayne, the magical ancestor of this lineage, was embarrassed to speak directly and was hesitant in his words.

Yet, despite being so dreadful, Wayne had to approach Holy Dragon Noah due to the uniqueness of Titan Bloodline, knowing that such a weak awakener would surely be ruined by him, thus pleading the assistance of his uncle ancestor.

"I earnestly require your care, Uncle ancestor!"

"What relation does this child have to you?"

"He is my great-grandson."

"Great-grandson, seventh generation."

Noah calculated and then spoke,

"Where is the child? I want to see his condition first."

"He grew up in the Spirit Realm I specifically arranged, currently identified only as a Wanderer; he still doesn't know his true identity."