Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

The power of a claw from the Ancestral Golden Dragon is truly terrifying. If you ask the hellish poet Charon, he wouldn't know, because he never took a hit; he dodged, not gracefully though, but at least he avoided it.

Boom——

Flying debris grazed across his face, sparking as it collided with the faint scale patterns emerging on his skin. This seemingly frail minstrel crashed through the palace wall, leaping into the air.

Then, the hellish poet looked towards the towering Golden Dragon that treated space like thin paper, traversing it freely, an odd expression in his eyes.

Because now he had seen clearly, the eyes of this Golden Dragon had never opened. Based on his senses, he judged that the dragon was still in a deep sleep state, yet it was clearly moving.

"It's evolved past the weakness of being unable to move during sleep, isn't this cheating?"

Charon had understood the state of the dragon before him. There are similar conditions among mortals, which among the mundane count as illnesses. But for the Dragon Species, being able to move during a deep sleep period and hunt on instinct is too exaggerated, even a bit terrifying.

"This is an expected situation, nothing surprising. If it were that easy, we wouldn't all need to be here."

The figure of Hebei with the Void Blade flashed across the sky.

"Wrong, Holy Dragon Emperor, I was wrong, don't hit me!"

The middle-aged man who shot the Dragon Devouring Arrow shouted frantically, as after the hellish poet retreated, the dormant Golden Dragon locked its target on him.

In this seemingly panicked, ungraceful shouting without a hint of a strong being's dignity, the dragon claw descended, crushing the man along with a large section of bricks beneath him to powder.

Whoosh~

A stark white wind flowed and spilled out from the gaps between the dragon's claws. Subsequently, the wind howled in the temporarily enclosed space, accompanied by a thunderous roar, as a giant constituted entirely of gales coalesced into form.

This Wind Giant floated above the palace built by the Giant Dragon, its lower half completely covering the palace where the dragon slept, making it appear as if it swallowed both the Golden Dragon and its lair.

Clear and visible dull white wind blades whirled, chopping towards the Golden Dragon, but each wind blade struggled to tear the dragon's scales, at most igniting a few sparks on them.

However, with thousands upon thousands of wind blades enveloping the Golden Dragon, for a moment, countless sparks erupted and scattered across its body, making it seem as if it were ablaze.

In fact, when caught in the endless wind blades, Noah truly ignited, with flames kindling from his flesh and scales.

When flames more radiant and intense than the sun enveloped the entire body of the Ancestral Golden Dragon, no matter how tangible the wind blades were, they could no longer touch his body; they would be ignited and incinerated upon approaching.

This is the flame domain belonging to the Ancestral Golden Dragon. Within it, not to mention tangible objects, even free-floating elements, anything that might harm it would be incinerated by the flames.

Roar~

Yet the Ancestral Golden Dragon, hunting on instinct, remained unsatisfied with the result. With a dragon's roar, it completely transformed into the sun.

Fiery light and heat swept the Wind Giant that had just enveloped it and the great hall, which let out a wretched cry, disintegrating in the air. When it re-formed, it had shrunken into a giant no more than a hundred meters tall.

"Are you kidding me? Not even fully awake and already this fierce. What if it wakes up and gobbles me alive?"

The Wind Lord Asmod looked at the Golden Dragon with lingering fear, as he made his move on the Mountain Dome Monarch.

"You guys, hurry up. Glenn can't hold on for long; do you want to see him get blown apart?"

"I've already been killed once; what's wrong with him dying a few more times?"

Charon said indifferently.

He could not wait to see this guy who always opposed him get taken down, ideally becoming the key to their successful mission this time, or rather, the price of success.

"Let me give it a try!"

A cold voice sounded, then a void rift aimed directly at the Golden Dragon. An invisible blade instantly sliced through the protective golden flames of the dragon, but when that faint figure appeared next to the dragon, wielding a dagger that emitted a mournful dragon's roar and was wrapped in countless grievances, slashing towards it, the dragon's figure vanished in an instant.

"Here we go again! What kind of dragon is this?"

Seeing the Golden Dragon able to dodge even the assassination from the Void Blade in an instant, Charon's expression grew serious. That strike seemed complicated but actually occurred in just a split second.

The vast majority of legends wouldn't have had time to react before being slain. Yet this dragon, whose eyes had not opened, whose soul and will remained in slumber, evaded purely by bodily instinct.

What kind of trials had this dragon gone through, or what kind of strong soul did it possess, to have such reaction speed?

"I'll go!"

Finally, a man stood up—this was the member with the most authority in the seven-person group and the most silent. He had radiant golden hair as bright as dragon scales, a tall and robust body now clad in heavy war armor engraved with Sun Runes, holding a battle axe that flickered with inextinguishable fire.

The Flame Sun God Warrior, a divine descendant with Divine lineage, received both his weapon and armor as gifts from the Divine, endowed with the power and blessing of the True God.