Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 228: Show some respect to my father
"It has been confirmed. There is an Angel of Death named Angel in the Great Cemetery. She is the chief steward of the Great Cemetery appointed by the Immortal King Uzi. She can manage all the dead souls except the Immortal King. In terms of status, she is second only to the King of the Dead."

Noah informed the numb angels of the news he had just received.

"Has your subordinate been promoted again?"

Ophelia looked at the golden dragon. She just wanted to confirm the news.

"Yes, he has just been appointed by the Immortal King as the Military Governor of the South. He is in charge of the military affairs of the twelve undead cities in the south and is responsible for resisting all interference from outsiders."

Noah also had a very sad tone.

Before sending out this nephew, he already had a premonition that this nephew would bring him better results, but he did not expect that the other party would bring him such a big surprise.

"Are you really sure he didn't betray you?"

"You may have asked me this question eight hundred times, if not a thousand times. I can still tell you with absolute certainty that he will never betray me."

Although Noah was somewhat shaken, facing the angel's questioning, he did not hesitate to say that he trusted his nephew very much.
"Isn't the intelligence information he passed on enough? The kingdom of the dead that descended on the north is already unilaterally transparent to us. We already have a good grasp of their organizational structure and military deployment."

The core of all the undead cities that are being built and expanded in the north is the meteor that first fell, and the essence of these meteors all comes from the large cemetery in the center.

All the undead cities are part of the cemetery, that is to say, they are built based on the fragments of the cemetery. Because of this, they have all kinds of incredible functions.

For example, all undead cities have the ability to continuously create undead. By burying corpses in the soil of the undead city, they can be transformed into skeleton soldiers in just one day.

There is no need for any necromancer to participate in it. Not only that, the soil of the Undead City also has a certain strengthening effect on all the undead.

Still taking the lowest-level skeleton soldier as an example, they only need to be buried in the soil for three days at most, and they will evolve into skeleton warriors with tougher and thicker bones. If they are nurtured for a longer time, they can eventually evolve into skeleton warriors with bone armor and bone weapons.

This is still the basic function of the Undead City. Different Undead Cities can breed different numbers and types of high-level Undead... Banshees, Dark Knights, Corpse Wizards, Abominations, Bone Dragons.

There is no need for any transformation ritual or the participation of a necromancer. You just need to throw in the materials, that is, the bones. The only thing you need to do is wait.

The more powerful the undead, the longer it takes, but even so, it is still quite terrifying, because it only takes about nine days to create a gold-level dark knight.

Although the prerequisite is to bury the corpse of a knight who was at least at the Brilliant Gold level when he was alive, this is still quite exaggerated.

Even if an orthodox necromancer has enough materials, it would take at least several years to have such an undead slave to command. However, the City of the Dead has simplified the countless cumbersome rituals and procedures, greatly shortening the time.

Not to mention the complete cemetery, even the cemetery that is now in a broken state has been divided into dozens of undead cities. For the necromancer, the value of each undead city is only higher than that of the artifact.

Even a layman like Noah could see the value of the City of the Dead, and even felt a little tempted. Any monarch with strong ambition and desire for conquest would not want to miss out on such a magical weapon that could produce a steady stream of troops.

As for the undead desecrating corpses, does this matter?

"He did pass on enough intelligence, but can you guarantee the authenticity of this intelligence? What if he is deceiving you?"

"What do I lose? It's you who needs the information, not me."

Noah was quite indifferent.
"It is you who needs to verify the truth, not me."

"Don't you think that's very irresponsible of you to do that?"

Ophelia clenched her fists.

"I don't think so. I sent out my best subordinates. I think this is enough to show my sincerity."

"Give me the coordinates of the cemetery."

“I’ve already told you that you’re too impatient, but you’re still not convinced. The Immortal King and his steward love to go out, and their whereabouts are erratic.

Even if you want to retrieve the remains of your comrades, you should wait until you can confirm that they are out and not in the cemetery."

Although there was information passed on by his nephew, there was no video footage. Therefore, Noah's understanding of the cemetery was that it was a necromancy creation that looked like a floating city, but was even more exaggerated than a floating city. It was completely a holy place for the necromancy school.

Attacking a legendary wizard who owns a floating city is a very stupid act. Similarly, targeting the immortal king who owns a cemetery is also stupid. At least we have to wait until he leaves the cemetery.

Noah felt that even if the archangel's biological father came, he might not be able to defeat the other party.

"How long should I wait? I have been waiting for almost three years."

Ophelia was dissatisfied. Although the golden dragon's hospitality was very good and his territory was very much to her liking, the purpose of her coming to the mortal world had not been accomplished yet, which made her uneasy.

"Please be considerate of my subordinate. He has worked very hard. It has been less than three years, and he has already reached the core group of the other party. If he can move up one more level..."

"Then he will become the second Immortal King."

Even Ophelia, who had no sense of humor and didn't like to joke, couldn't help but complain at this moment. Even if she had lived for hundreds of years, she had never seen such a situation.

He was clearly just a scout who went to check intelligence, but not only did he infiltrate the Undead force by posing as a living person, he was even promoted all the way. Have the brains of those Undead become so rotten that they cannot be used?

"That's not the case. No matter what, he can't give up his identity as a human being."

For a strong person who truly aspires to become a dead spirit, becoming a dead spirit is a very shameful thing.

Because once you become a undead, your upper limit is almost locked. It is almost impossible for the undead to gain faith and be promoted to become a god. Therefore, the pinnacle of the undead race is the demigod.

Of course, nothing is absolute. Throughout the long history, there have been liches who have ascended to become gods with their undead bodies.

However, this case is purely a coincidence, mixed with many unexpected events, and has no reference value, because the lich who was deified in the legend was ultimately just a servant of a more powerful god.

It was precisely because he was appreciated by the powerful Lord God that he was able to be deified. In other words, his position as a god was entirely due to the gift of the gods, not his own struggle and efforts.

How can other undead follow suit? There is no way they can imitate it at all.

To the gods who have achieved immortality on some level, the undead race that claims to be eternally immortal is like a joke, and even looking down at them is an insult to themselves.

Discrimination against the undead does not only exist among gods, but many powerful races in the material world also look down on the undead.

The dragon clan is a typical type. Take the black dragon among the five-colored dragons as an example. This type of dragon is only slightly stronger than the white dragon. It likes to live in swamps. Because it is in contact with negative energy all year round, it is very easy to degenerate and transform into a dragon lich.

Generally, those who make this choice are very old dragons who cannot break through to become ancient dragons, or ancient dragons and great ancient dragons who are unable to move forward. Once a black dragon of these ages chooses to transform into a dragon lich, then congratulations to the white dragon, because this kind of dragon lich is no longer considered a dragon, and its status is lower than that of a white dragon.

Even though these black dragons are more powerful than when they were alive, they still cannot escape being despised and even attacked by other dragons, because they have become the shame of the dragon clan, which is more hateful than the shame of white dragons.

"Since you believe him, I choose to believe you too."

"He will not betray our trust."

Although he thought so, Noah was still a little uneasy in his heart, because Wayne's promotion speed was too fast after he sneaked into the Dead City. He really couldn't figure out how this guy gained the trust of the Immortal King.

It just doesn't make sense.

Are all the core leaders of the City of the Dead dead?
A tiefling who is not even considered a dead spirit was actually promoted to the position.

Although they didn't understand, the continuous flow of information sent back was able to greatly alleviate the angel's anxiety. Finally, a piece of information was sent over, which contained a coordinate.

"Is this Middle-earth? This location should be the Zhanxi tribe? What is that big skeleton doing here?"

Noah was quite puzzled when he saw the information sent by Wayne.

"That's what the undead is like. Don't use our way of thinking to guess what he is like. Sometimes he behaves in a very childish way."

The naked angel stood up from Noah's bed, with a flushed face and an irrepressible excitement and joy.

"Would you like me to come with you?"

"Where's your father?"

There was a rare look of hesitation in Noah's eyes. It was not that he was afraid of the Immortal King. Even if he could not defeat a being that was suspected to be more terrifying than the demigod lich, he would have no problem protecting himself and running away.

It's just that during the few years he spent with the archangel, he made some mistakes that all males would make, and although Ophelia didn't mention it, Noah was still willing to take responsibility.

But this also led to Noah feeling a little timid and lacking confidence when he thought of the other person's father.

"When I see the blasphemer with my own eyes, he will come."

"I'll go with you."

This time Noah did not shirk his responsibility and chose to go with the angel.

For Noah today, traveling tens of thousands of miles is no longer as troublesome as it was when he went to the south to fight against the demons of the abyss, especially when he has the specific coordinates.

boom--

The surging energy like the ocean tide tore through space, sending the angels and dragons to the distant Middle-earth.

When this torrent of energy once again tore through space and appeared in the sky and on the earth, Noah brought the angels with him to the pre-determined land of Middle-earth.

What came into view was a rather prosperous scene. In the city built of rocks, tens of thousands of lizardmen were riding various types of mounts, shuttling back and forth in the city.

This is a country made up of monsters, an alien civilization different from humans. Although it has a primitive and barbaric atmosphere in its bones, it also has its own unique characteristics.

"where?"

The originally faint golden glow in Ophelia's eyes began to become bright. This was a symbol of her divinity, which was fundamentally different from the golden eyes of the Titan bloodline.

"I'm not stupid enough to rush directly into the Immortal King's face. We are still one or two hundred kilometers away from the coordinates. You should restrain yourself and don't let the other party notice. Let's sneak over and observe first."

"No, I already feel it."

The angel shook her head and rejected Noah's suggestion. Her six snow-white wings spread out, and then a faint crimson color appeared at the ends of her wings, and the sacred flame began to burn.

Although there is no restraint in any attributes, when a six-winged archangel from heaven reveals her presence without reservation, the aura she releases is enough to overwhelm an entire city.

The prosperity collapsed in an instant. All the Lizardmen crawled on the ground trembling. Like their mounts, they could not suppress the awe and fear that came from their bodies. They all became incontinent. For a moment, the stench of fishy smell filled the sky.

There was silence in heaven and on earth at this moment, because an indescribable majesty was emerging in the angel's eyes.

"Boiled!"

At this moment, even Noah, who claimed to be knowledgeable, was immediately panicked when he saw the changes in Ophelia.

Because he realized that the so-called advent did not necessarily require one to cross the boundary in person, which was the most difficult method. There was also a method with the least difficulty, which was to simply cast one's will.

If he had done nothing, he would not panic, but the problem was that he not only did something, but he also did a lot. If this Seraphic Servant came to him through borrowing another's body, what would that mean?

"Noah, what are you thinking about?"

Ophelia could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Noah.

"I didn't think anything of it."

Noah couldn't hide his expression at this moment.

"Show some respect to my father!"

The angel scolded, and the next moment, the crimson fire burning from her body broke away from her wings and turned into a ball of crimson fire that burned independently in the air. It had no support, but the flame kept growing bigger and bigger.

As Noah watched, the ball of fire gradually grew to a diameter of ten meters, and then gradually took on a vague human-shaped outline.

"Oh, so this is the way you came here. That's good."

Although the divine majesty between heaven and earth became increasingly heavy, Noah was unaware of it and instead felt relieved.

But at this moment, the flame figure, whose facial features were still blurred, turned his head and looked at Noah.

(End of this chapter)