Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

The magnificent portal unfolded right in the Gold Square of Elisium City, a place where the Fairy Queen Sifreya personally broke the racial privileges, now becoming the starting point for the Holy Dragon's battle group to launch a war of revenge against the deities.

The dragon-men golden warriors, who had undergone more than seven modification surgeries, wore mass-produced magic-guided kinetic mechanical battle armor. Each one, resembling a small golden giant, formed a military formation, treading with heavy steps across the grand portal, causing the city's ground to tremble with their march.

This was the first time since Noah ordered the formation of the battle group that a completely organized group of soldiers appeared before the outside world, not to mention outsiders, even the local dragon-men were seeing it for the first time.

These dragon-men soldiers, grown through multiple biological surgeries, especially after receiving the blessing of Noah's Dragonization Domain, each stood over five meters tall, far exceeding the average dragon-man height of two meters seventy in Elisium City.

Even dragon-men, upon seeing these soldiers who could step onto the battlefield and serve the Holy Dragon Emperor, could only look up, faces full of reverence, longing, and yearning.

"Mom, what is that? It looks so scary!"

The little daughter's chubby face, already showing faint scale patterns, lay in her mother's arms, trying her best to look up at the Sword of the Holy Dragon battle group marching in front of her with thunderous steps.

"Don't be afraid, Annie, these are the warriors loyal to the Holy Dragon Emperor, the angels guarding the Holy Dragon Emperor protecting us!"

"Angels, but they don't have wings?"

The little girl expressed her confusion.

"Those are the angels of the Holy Dragon Emperor!"

The female dragon-man gently instructed,

"Who said they don't have wings, they just keep them hidden."

A young boy beside them chimed in, but without waiting for any reaction from the mother and daughter, he clenched his fists resolutely,

"When I grow up, I will definitely become one of them, and I want to wear such handsome armor!"

"Kid, is it just to wear the magic armor that you want to become a warrior of the Holy Dragon Emperor?"

Someone nearby couldn't help but tease,

"No, it's to show loyalty to the Divine Dragon Emperor?"

"What if you don't get issued magic armor after becoming the Emperor's warrior?"

"How can that be!"

The boy, teased, grew somewhat anxious.

"Hahaha~"

"This kid is really interesting."

A friendly laugh arose as someone reminded the boy,

"Kid, if you truly want to become a battle group soldier, you'd better start working hard now."

Similar scenes were commonplace among the crowds on both sides of the marching route, as the young were enamored by the golden warriors emerging from the mountains.

They envied both their ability to step onto the battlefield to faithfully serve the Holy Dragon Emperor and their splendid armor and matching weapons.

Armor and weaponry always catch the eyes of male humanoid races; not only the youngsters envied them. Others of different ages had enough composure to mask their expressions but could not hide their desire to own them.

Hovering high above, watching his battle group march, Noah couldn't help but smile at the reactions of the dragon-men residents below.

This was his deliberate arrangement: before sending the battle group to the battlefield, display them to the public in a military parade to stimulate the masses' interest in enlistment.

This was an expected reaction. When designing the battle group's equipment, Noah strived to maximize appearance while not compromising the armor's stats and functions.

It had to be handsome, imposing, and full of presence. Even a mongrel dog, upon donning this armor, must exude a commanding presence as if seizing power on the battlefield, ready to ascend the throne.

Noah demanded this of his goblin engineers, rune mages, and alchemists. It wasn't just his financial aesthetic sensibilities coming into play; more importantly, he understood that striking weapon appearances influence the young.

Although the intent to enlist born from weapon appearance accounted for merely a fraction of the revenge-driven fervor among the dragon-men of the Holy Dragon Land today, any positive effect was worth the countless revisions.

"Your Majesty, allow us to join the battle!"

When Noah's Dragon Lords also unfurled dragon wings one after another, casting oppressive cross-shaped shadows on the ground before rushing into the portal, true giants knelt before Noah, requesting to join the battle.

These were the once-marginalized Cloud Giants, but now appearing before Noah, they bore dragon scales and even dragon horns on their foreheads, making them true dragon giants.

"Only those with offspring and siblings may step onto the battlefield."

For the giants' gesture, Noah, of course, accepted. They had already begun transforming into his favored, naturally granting them an opportunity into the core ranks.

Noah initially distanced from the Cloud Giants due to the Titan Bloodline, which posed a risk of distancing his Augustus family, as the Titan Bloodline held far more sway over giants than the identity of a Golden Dragon.

To prevent a backstab, Noah marginalized the Cloud Giants, but now these concerns either vanished or were irrelevant, allowing him to readmit them.

The grandeur Noah orchestrated in the war against the Flame Sun Sect Country aimed to screen through the initial battle.

To identify true allies, reliable companions, and subjects willing to wield the blade against the believers of the deities, these were his focus for future development.

As for those who painted terrifying depictions of the deities, urging him to retreat and step back, or those silent and distant, Noah knew how to deal with them in the future.

Identifying friends, foes, and the truly loyal was what he needed to clarify in this war, and concerning the Flame Sun Sect Country itself, it was unimportant, merely a measuring tool.

With some confidence, Noah believed that even with divinity supporting and divine incarnations descending, he alone, as a dragon, could utterly obliterate the sect country.

This was Noah's current confidence, using the Flame Sun Sect Country as a touchstone, as everything lay within his grasp.

Roar——

Amid the dragon roar resonating throughout the heavens and earth, Noah, like the rising sun, ascended among the mountains, sweeping over the final battle group before vanishing into the massive continent portal standing in Elisium.

Following closely behind Noah, his three offspring and the remaining Dragon Lords followed, the Dragon Guards whose dragon blood was already boiling, transformed into an endless cross-shaped cloud that incessantly disappeared into the portal...

This was a terrifying upheaval for the nations and regional powers of the Alviss Continent, no less than an abyss or hellish invasion of a natural disaster.

However, most terrifying was this disaster, set to reshape the course of the continent's history, governed by a single complete will.

Of course, those truly meant to fear the dragon army's arrival were the foremost targets, the Flame Sun Sect Country. Though warned by the divine, it was too daunting, a burden too heavy to bear.

If not for their unique structure—built on faith, comprising devout believers—the nation would have collapsed at the onset of the news alone.