Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"What are you doing here?"

The young man frowned and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of him. This was a silver moon elf who looked younger than a ten-year-old human child. Although her facial features had not yet fully grown, her delicate and pretty face now revealed a divine beauty with an inhuman feel.

"Brother!"

"Don't call me brother, I'm not your brother."

The young man suddenly changed color, his face was as cold as iron, and he looked at the girl with a cold and cruel look.

"We have the same blood flowing in our bodies."

Parvati showed a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"So what?"

If the original Wayne still cared about his blood and blood relatives, the current Wayne has broken this psychological shackle.

He has seen his biological father, but unfortunately, that father is far from the father he imagined and longed for and needed when he was young.

He didn't need such a high-handed father without any warmth, nor did he want to return to the family that ruled the East, and he was even more unwilling to acknowledge the demigod sister in front of him who had received the gift of the Seven Gods.

Although he had guessed the other identity of Princess Silver Moon, who had been competing with him, before the arrogant king wanted to recognize him, it was too late.

There were too many geniuses under the command of this princess, and geniuses were always full of strong desire to perform. They were eager to get their own titles, to become famous warriors, and to become heroes praised by bards.

All of this required achievements that would be widely recognized by the people. The devil was undoubtedly the best target. When the devil could not be found, the tiefling with devil blood could also be used as a substitute.

Anyway, most of the vulgar people would not distinguish between the devils of hell and tieflings, and they didn't care. As long as they saw the evil in their cognition being killed, they would cheer and celebrate.

The Knights of Judgment, who run for fairness and justice, have too many members who were executed in public, and the public can hear hysterical cheers and congratulations, which are celebrating their deaths.

All this is just because they are born with the appearance of the devil, so no matter what they do, no matter how they do it, it is difficult to get recognition.

Their righteous deeds and good deeds will be regarded as the devil's conspiracy, to tempt innocent people to fall, and to plunder the souls of kind people.

Wayne knows too well and understands too well the bad nature of intelligent races. Judging people by appearance is an instinctive behavior. He can change one person and ten people, but he can't change thousands of people.

Therefore, the Knights of Judgment, who were born with original sin, can only walk and wander in the dark, even if they pursue justice and punish evil. They cannot be exposed to the light. They cannot get flowers and applause, which is not their fate.

However, the Knights of Judgment, who were originally hidden in the dark, were forced to be exposed to the light because of the curiosity of a princess, and then noticed by a group of geniuses who were eager for achievements.

This is a disaster!

The Knights of the Trial and the Knights of the Silver Moon, under the spread of the bards and the instigation of certain forces, seemed to have become fateful opponents, and every duel between their members would cause a sensation.

However, due to the influence of their innate appearance, the good deeds and righteous actions done by the members of the Knights of the Trial were many times more than those of the Silver Moon Knights, but they were still nailed to the evil side.

No one would cheer for their victory, but would pity and sympathize with the defeat of those geniuses.

This is an unfair world, and the Knights of the Trial who were born as tieflings all know this.

However, the gap between the geniuses who were born to be the center of attention and the treatment they received is too big. Such a direct comparison is too tragic and bloody.

The spiritual will of many Knights of the Trial is unbearable. They can accept that no one pays attention to what they have done, and no one cares about it, and they can endure it silently.

But they cannot accept that a group of so-called geniuses who have done nothing can trample on their dignity, step on their heads, and then naturally get glory.

During the period of being entangled by the Silver Moon Knights, many of the trial knights that Wayne had worked so hard to recruit chose to quit, leave the Kingdom of Atlas, or flee overseas, or go to other countries and hide their identities.

Facing such setbacks and blows, Wayne could actually accept it. After all, everyone has the right to choose, but what he couldn't accept was that those who were willing to stay and stick with him would become the target of the Silver Moon Knights.

The knight who insisted on justice would eventually be beheaded as evil and become the merit of another genius. His death became the glory of the other party, and then all his deeds in his life were denied.

This is something Wayne absolutely cannot tolerate!

He can hide in the darkness, he doesn't need honor, nor does he need the cheers and recognition of the people. He doesn't need anything.

He is only willing to practice the justice in his heart, but he absolutely cannot watch his companions, those who are willing to follow him, being killed as evil.

So, on that day, Wayne turned into a vengeful knight, and he also awakened the power hidden deep in his blood, thus ending the competition between the two knights in one fell swoop.

The Knights of the Inquisition were on the verge of disbanding, and the Knights of the Silver Moon were also nearly wiped out. This was a lose-lose outcome, and many people were unwilling to see such an outcome and found it difficult to accept.

Every member of the Silver Moon Knights was a genius, and a considerable number of them were considered to have the potential to break through and become legends, but they were strangled before they had time to rise.

Undoubtedly, this was a tragedy that shocked the whole country. No one expected that the entanglement between the two knights would end in such a way.

However, no one could avenge the founder of the Knights of the Inquisition who ended everything, because he showed the noble power of the Augustus family.

Therefore, in the eyes of the lower-class people, the Knights of the Inquisition and the Knights of the Silver Moon seemed to have suddenly disappeared, and the bards in the taverns no longer told stories related to them.

The middle and upper-class nobles could know some related news, but the specific details were not clear. They only knew that this matter involved an existence that they could not offend.

Especially those nobles and local forces whose own geniuses fell, they could only swallow their anger and could not say a word, let alone complain.

"We are mortal enemies now!"

"I never thought of becoming your enemy."

Parvati said softly.

"We are now. If you want revenge on me, I am always here to accompany you, but if you just want to waste my time, please make way. I have to teach the children."

The young man stood up, picked up a wooden sword, and stared at the girl.

"I will not seek revenge on you. There is no hatred between you and me."

The elf girl stepped back a few steps.

"I destroyed your Knights, but you said you don't hate me. Do you think I will believe you?"

Wayne sneered.

"If I say I'm here to apologize to you, do you believe me?"

"No."

"Hunting the Judgement Knights was not my order. I didn't ask them to do it. I tried to stop them, but they pretended to obey my orders but secretly violated my will."

"Heh!"

"I didn't control them, so I apologize to you."

"You are born a demigod, but you can't command a group of mortals? What are they in front of you?"

Wayne, who has witnessed and experienced too many dark sides of human nature, is unwilling to trust the girl in front of him, even if she is indeed his blood sister.

"My character is not as strong as yours, and I have far less control over them than you do."

"So, you want to apologize to me? Don't you think it sounds ridiculous? Whether they obeyed your orders or not, they are all your knights."

"Knights who disobey orders are treason!"

The girl's voice was sonorous and powerful. She looked up at her brother, looking at this familiar yet strange blood relative,

"You executed the treason on my behalf."

"Treason? Oh, the same words, dare you repeat them again, let me record it?"

"This will only be regarded as a conspiracy of the devil and cannot be used as evidence. Even if it is regarded as true, it will only cause unrest throughout the kingdom. Is this what you want to see?"

"So, you have anticipated everything, huh, you are worthy of being a natural demigod. Tell me, what is your purpose in looking for me?"

"Return to the family, brother, no matter what you want to do, I can support you."

"What if I want to be king?"

Wayne was not polite at all.

"If you have the qualifications to become a king, then I will also support you and compete with Brother Alexander."

"Alexander, the golden dragon knight?"

Wayne has certainly heard of the other party's name. Now the other party has replaced him and become the first of the younger generation in the kingdom, and he is also the first prince. After all, he has a dragon.

"Yes."

Dong! Dong!

Just when Wayne wanted to say something, the door of the office was knocked, and an old head wearing crystal glasses stretched in, ignoring the elf girl who was extremely conspicuous in the office, and looked at the young man holding a wooden sword,

"Teacher Wayne, it's time to go to class. The children are waiting anxiously. If you do this often, I will deduct your money."

"I'll go now."

Wayne suppressed all the thoughts in his mind, bypassed his sister, and ran to the school playground.

"Little elf, didn't your parents teach you? Don't disturb others when you are working. This has a very bad influence."

The white-haired old principal cast his eyes on Parvati again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Principal, I promise you that this is the last time."

"It's better this way."

Parvati had no choice but to leave the campus under the stern gaze of the old copper dragon.

Although she has divinity and can easily see through the disguises of all things and is not disturbed by any illusions and mental spells, Parvati feels that the old dragon in front of her is not as simple as she sees.

This is an intuition. If you really want to talk about it, it's a bit scary, because the only one who can deceive the perception of a demigod is another demigod.

"Looking at your expression, the reunion I expected should be in vain."

When Princess Silver Moon walked out of the Citizen Primary School alone, she saw a boy who looked a little younger than the brother she had just found, sitting on a tall building, looking at her with a smile.

"Uncle Noah!"

The girl took a step forward and sat down opposite Noah.

"May I ask what did you talk about?"

The girl stared at the boy opposite her. To be honest, she didn't find any disappointment on her uncle's face. His high spirits were no different from those of adventurers who wanted to have some fun in the tavern.

"I asked my brother if he was willing to return to the family."

"Refused?"

"He asked me if he could be the king."

"King?"

Noah looked at the innocent and delicate little face opposite him, which was still sacred. He felt something was wrong at the first moment, but in Jinlong's talent judgment, this was not a lie.

"Your ambition is not small, but it's too strange."

Jinlong felt that there was something wrong with the little girl in front of him, because if Wayne really wanted to be the king, then he shouldn't refuse his father, but choose to accept the identity of the prince.

With the blood of the Titan, no one can compete with him, and the same is true for being polluted by hell. What demigods, what inheritors of the true blood of the ancestral dragon, are all inferior to the Titans. This is the power that Urnos is proud of.

"People's ideas are always changing."

"Hmm."

Noah did not comment.

Even if he did not ask, Noah knew that Urnos now liked Wayne, who had awakened the Titan blood, the most, but from Noah's point of view, this dark knight was not suitable to be Urnos' successor.

Because his growth environment was too extreme, the third generation of the kingdom did not need such an extreme monarch, but a more moderate and peaceful benevolent monarch.

Noah felt that Alexander, whom he had cultivated, was the most suitable.

He had just learned recently that Alexander had been on the battlefield for a long time and further merged with the dragon blood, further obtained the inheritance contained in the dragon blood, and obtained the power called the Word Spirit.

Word Spirit Tyrant

This is not an isolated case. As a loser, Theodore also obtained a Word Spirit.

Golden Throne

It can increase the strength of bones and flesh in a certain period of time, and can break the deadlock and sweep the battlefield in a short period of time.

Although the brothers only obtained a Word Spirit, Noah saw a different direction. His bloodline was being passed on.

Of course, Noah supports the two brothers he has chosen. As for Wayne, who has a lot of problems, Jin Long thinks he should change his direction.

Inheriting his father's throne and becoming the king of Atlas would be a bit of a waste of his talent and ability.