Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 242 - 169: One School’s Three Legends, Dominating the Eastern Territory

"Seeking one’s own death!"

The dark red flames that once fiercely burned on Noah’s body returned to the color of pure gold, and those hideous and ferocious blade scales gradually receded. Noah regained the noble and dignified posture he had when he first awoke.

For he no longer needed it, his opponent was being foolish and courting death. Any further action would just be a waste of effort. A red dragon, unwelcomed wherever it went, still wanted to leave the original camp unscathed after being thoroughly outmatched.

Foolish to the extreme, delusional

Noah wondered if during the recent battle, he had pierced through the red dragon’s head several times, beating it stupid. Perhaps the two new heads it grew were problematic, dividing its original intelligence, otherwise how could it utter such laughably foolish words under the watchful eyes of all?

Did this dragon forget what allowed it to stand on this land? Because the order on this land had already collapsed, endless chaos filled this realm, and in pursuit of profit, it joined one side and allied with them.

Although it was never declared outright, within Noah’s camp, the Augustus camp, this red dragon was considered a betrayer and exile, even if it devoured many devils during the battles of hell. Its stance on profit was aligned with those legends who returned after the disaster concluded.

It all could have been fine, Noah could understand. From its perspective, the Flame Hell Tyrant had no choice, being a red dragon, the Augustus family would never accept it, and their territory was full of metal dragons, naturally opposed.

Yet Noah could not understand now, as it had already leaned towards one side, it could only walk that path to the end, yet under everyone’s eyes, it still wished to escape and run away.

How could it be so easy, did this red dragon think that the alliances entangled by interests were like the few little female dragons it could overpower at will, coming and going as it pleased?

The legends who had originally appeared to aid the red dragon caught in a disadvantage gradually vanished.

A legend had already tragically perished because of this, but the red dragon was frightened, and its current behavior was disappointing. Even if protected, what use was this dragon to them? There was no value in protecting it anymore.

When the cold, piercing gaze fell upon it, the red dragon Quetone realized the mistake, but the words uttered could not be taken back; there is no turning back time, nor a remedy for regret.

"Noah, help me capture him!"

The dazzling elemental light tore through the sky, and a girl enveloped in magic rings appeared, her eyes shining with radiant brilliance, full of yearning and curiosity, gazing at the red dragon.

"Mother, I will assist you!"

In just an instant, the Thunder Spear was thrown to slay a legendary Titan Giant, striding forward, he beckoned with his hand, and the Thunder Spear taken from his offspring flew back to his hand.

Then, with the red dragon’s desperate roar and lament, the Red Dragon Lord, who had risen amidst the turmoil under the dominion of the mature Dragon Mother, fell.

However, it did not perish. Even though the Augustus family had lost Casius, which caused a decline in their prestige and intimidation, the foundation of the Augustus family was more than sufficient to imprison a red dragon touching the Legendary Domain. Besides, a living dragon was always more valuable than a dead one.

After this battle, the Augustus family gained great momentum, for in this conflict, the Augustus family not only eliminated a vile Evil Dragon Lord but also took the opportunity to slay a legend on the spot.

Though it was a Sword Saint with a relatively weaker physique, it took less than three breaths from appearance to demise, leaving not even a trace of bones. This greatly deterred many exiled legends, preventing them from making any rash moves.

As a certain Holy Dragon once sarcastically remarked, a group of legends that only wanted to preserve their lives in the face of disaster, who would kill for profit, did they have the courage to risk their lives for it?

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With the power to kill legends and the determination to act, many legends were frightened away. As humanoid legends, unlike those red dragons that shouted and murdered, as long as there was no problem with their racial position, where could they not thrive just the same?

Besides, the disaster from Hell was not limited to the Eastern Territory. Central Earth also suffered many forces being greatly damaged, leaving many power vacuums. If necessary, they could go south.

Though the chaos in the Abyss there was not yet over, it was only a matter of time. In the worst case, other places on the Continent were available; as legends, were they afraid of not finding a place to be sheltered?

"Has the Abyss Gate not been shattered yet?"

Noah was a bit bewildered when he heard this news, for how many years had it been?

Though his sleep had not been long, just two and a half years, upon waking, the initial Abyss disaster had still not been resolved. That land was still ravaged by demons.

Logically speaking, demons, inherently chaotic in thought, should be easier to deal with than devils. The Gate of Hell had been toppled; the Abyss Gate should have been destroyed as well.

"No, the scale of this Abyss Gate is larger than that of the two Gates of Hell combined, because a Demon Lord attempted to descend its True Body, but the descent failed, losing half its body.