Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 405 Then Try the Goddess

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Noah stared at the golden tree in front of him expressionlessly. It was intact, without a single leaf damaged, and there was no change at all, as if he had never eaten it.

The fact is, he has eaten it, but it is the same as not having eaten it. He can break the branches and leaves of the golden tree as easily as picking fruits.

But the branches and leaves were crystal clear, as if they were carved from colorful gems. They had no taste when eaten. After he swallowed them, the branches and leaves he broke off and ate would immediately grow back.

Unable to eat anything, Noah concluded without a second attempt that the only thing he could eat was the fruit from the golden tree.

"Where can I find the World Tree?"

Noah stopped doing stupid things and started thinking about it, but he soon gave up thinking. Even if it really existed and he found another world tree, what would it matter?
Is he qualified to be the world-destroying dragon and eat up the world tree?

Totally impossible!
Potions will be born in places where elements are enriched, and the places where potions grow will be occupied by powerful creatures. Of course, this also serves as a protection for the potions.

How could a sacred tree that can support an entire world not have powerful beings guarding it? Let alone the immortal gods, even the unrestrained immortal dragon king is a little lacking.

This is not a divine object that Noah can imagine now. Instead of thinking about swallowing the World Tree to advance, it would be more practical to consider swallowing the world. However, the world is not something that the dragon clan can swallow.

"The inheritance of the ancestral dragon is still not complete, or it is just this much. The path to becoming a dragon king is already so difficult!"

Noah understood something, and then cast his gaze again towards the golden tree. There were tens of thousands of battlefields with blood rising. The Dragon Riders, led by the Golden Dragon King Alexander, were fighting against the Pioneer Corps composed of wandering elves. There was only a slight stalemate in the early stages of the war, and then they marched straight in and swept across hundreds of miles.

The disadvantages of the alliance system were clearly demonstrated at this moment. The Shining Moon Spirit Alliance, composed of various wandering elf tribes, was so powerful when it was first established that even the Silver Moon Royal Court could not check and balance it, and it lost its dominance.

In resisting the rule of the royal court, the wandering elven tribes, as outsiders, can quickly reach a consensus and unite as a whole. And in launching wars of expansion and acquiring more habitats, these elven tribes can also reach a consensus.

In the early stages of the war, the Huiyue Spirit Alliance could rely on its own size to bully those small countries that only had a single legend, and with its racial advantage and legendary combat power, it showed a sweeping momentum.

When the battle situation is favorable, the elf tribe can naturally cooperate sincerely and work together seamlessly, as if they were a whole. But when they encounter an opponent of equal size, the battle situation becomes stalemate and they enter a disadvantageous position. The previously good situation can no longer be maintained.

There were inconsistent political orders and chaotic command. When the favorable situation was gone and they fell into an unfavorable situation, the Huiyue Lingmeng, which had no unified and coordinated command, suddenly fell into a situation of fighting each other. Everyone wanted to preserve their own strength, and no one took the overall situation into consideration.

It's not that no one can see the problem, but no one can solve it. No elf has the ability to coordinate the overall situation, and no tribal leader dares to hand over his own life and the life of the entire tribe to foreign elves who are completely unfamiliar with him.

Trust is an extremely precious thing, especially when it comes to life and death. The wandering elf tribe sent to the continent of Zealandia by the gods is obviously unwilling to trust others.

They did not trust the Silvermoon Court, so they resisted its rule. Now in this critical moment, when trust is most needed, they chose to protect themselves first, rather than unite with other elves to overcome the crisis together.

This is an instinctive reaction that they have honed during their long wandering career. It would be impossible to eliminate it without a transition of three to five generations.

Such a costly spirit of self-sacrifice does not exist, at least not outside the tribe. The tribes that possessed such qualities have long since disappeared and become history, or they do not even have the qualifications to leave a trace in history.

Therefore, in the first battle, he defeated the Golden Dragon King of the Shining Moon Spirit Alliance, commanded the Dragon Riders, and chased the elves all the way, with an attitude that he would not give up until all the elves were killed.

hold head high--

A giant golden dragon flew low over the sky, and with an excited roar, it poured flames onto the vibrant forests. The mountains and forests began to burn, thick smoke billowed, and helpless wails and painful roars followed.

Under the dragon's flames, it seemed as if ancient trees that had grown for thousands of years had pulled their roots out of the soil, turned into anthropomorphic legs, and crawled with difficulty, trying to escape this purgatory made of flames.

There were also ancient war trees that chose to fight back against the threat from the sky. Unfortunately, these ancient wood guards, who were almost invincible against the ground forces of other races in the defensive battle, were too weak to face the attacks from the dragons and could only passively endure everything.

"Oh, a bunch of stray dogs, that's all!"

On the dragon's back, the Golden Dragon King looked down at the burning earth below with a look of contempt, without a trace of mercy or sympathy, even though countless ancient trees were struggling in the flames, emitting miserable howls.

But Alexander just watched indifferently as these ancient war trees turned into charcoal in the flames, because this land did not belong to them just half a year ago. These ancient trees were migrated here by the elves. Now he was just erasing the species that should not exist on this land.

The forest is one of the most vibrant systems in nature, but the endless spread of forests is a form of oppression for creatures in other ecosystems.
"For Atlas!"

"Long live Augustus!"

"Victory belongs to the Dragon Riders!"

When the flames that burned everything descended from the sky, the dragon riders who followed the monarch's footsteps also followed closely. They followed the expansion of the flames and continued to advance, slaughtering one elf after another who tried to resist or had no time to escape.

Blood is blooming, the green forest is crying, and the desperate roars of dying are heard one after another. However, the final struggle is like a mantis slashing at the speeding wheels. It is so powerless and meaningless.

"Great Lord of the Dawn, please open your eyes and look at your humble people. We are suffering from an unprecedented disaster!"

"Guardian of the Elves, are you going to watch us go to destruction?"

"God, we have already faced the first destruction. Are you still going to watch us go to the second destruction and remain indifferent?"

"Your Majesty, the Almighty, please use your divine power to protect your people who are suffering!"

When one's own abilities are not enough to solve the suffering in front of them, praying to the gods is the last hope. However, the gods do not always respond to worldly requests, otherwise there would not be so many wandering elf races.

In fact, in the Shining Moon Spirit Alliance, the number of believers of the elven gods has dropped to a very scary proportion, and the vast majority of wandering elves have become non-believers.

Only a very small number of elves still believe in gods, but they do not have much hope in them. These devout minorities have been basically marginalized in the tribe and no longer occupy important positions. This is because the gods did not respond when they were in danger of genocide.

What does it matter if a god exists that does not respond and solve the suffering of believers? Mortal faith is not without desires, otherwise there would be no existence that regards faith as poisonous and dares not be contaminated.

However, those wandering elves who had lost their trust in the gods obviously underestimated the significance of the plane they were currently in in the eyes of the gods.

At this moment, countless eyes are watching their every move. Therefore, when the elves are defeated, defeated or even slaughtered on the front battlefield, the elven gods have already prepared their divine power to descend. When the number of elves praying to the gods reaches a certain limit, boom!
The Descend of the Gods
Golden divine light descended from the sky above, directly covering a young priestess who was riding a black panther, fleeing with the defeated soldiers, and crying helplessly.

The bruises and blood on the girl's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye under the divine light. However, along with the change in her appearance, the girl's originally weak and helpless expression also changed.

The indifference that had come from living in the sky for a long time appeared on the girl's face. The golden divine light filled the girl's originally green eyes, turning everything into golden.

The girl, who was originally just a low-level wood elf, now seemed to have transformed into a highest-level sun elf, or a dawn elf, under the cover of the divine light.

"God descends?!"

“It’s actually God descending!”

Near the girl, the fleeing elven warriors watched the appearance of God with their own eyes, and their originally numb and helpless expressions showed great fluctuations. The faith that had been destroyed in the past years was recast again at this moment when they witnessed the arrival of the miracle with their own eyes.

This is one of the reasons why the gods are immortal. As long as they exist and as long as they can still perform miracles in the world, there will definitely be mortal creatures who believe in them, without exception.

Selena, goddess of nature!

Even though there was no chanting, the surrounding elves would know which elven god had descended as long as they saw the girl who had become the carrier of the god's descent.

"Your Majesty Selina! Please protect us!"

"Great goddess of nature, please calm the flames and punish the dragon's minions that are burning the forest!"

The elves who noticed the divine descent did not hesitate at all and knelt down to worship the descending incarnation of the god and made requests.

Even though there were not many believers among them before, after witnessing the descent of God, many elves turned into shallow believers on the spot, and a considerable proportion of devout believers appeared.

This is the impact of God's descent on faith, and it is also the reason why gods spare no effort to create miracles in the secular world. It is useless to just brag about it. The creatures in the material world must personally experience the benefits of believing in gods, so that it is easier to develop faith. If people are only made to suffer, it would be strange if they do not rebel.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, I will represent nature and punish evil!"

Amid the pleading and expectant gazes of more and more elves, the girl riding on the black panther slowly opened her eyes, and the moment the girl opened her eyes, a golden ripple spread from her body.

Wherever the golden light ripples passed, the raging flames were instantly extinguished. Even if the flames came from the breath of a golden dragon, under the power of the gods, they were no different from ordinary flames.

The fire that stretched for thousands of miles and seemed to burn all the mountains and forests and turn everything into white was extinguished. It was just that the gods had completed their descent.

Not only that, in the land that had been burned to scorched earth with only ashes left, as the incarnation of the goddess of nature turned around riding a black panther, countless new branches and tender shoots grew out of the charred ashes and ashes, and the green spread again, covering the ashes that were originally created by the fire.

"Alexander, God has descended, hurry up and call me uncle!"

The golden dragon hovering in the sky felt the pressure, because the thousand-mile burning belt he had just created with his breath for half a day was now gradually extinguishing before his eyes.

The new branches and green buds that kept sprouting from the ashes made him even more nervous, because he felt that an invisible will was gathering, which was the will of nature.

"No hurry, it's just an incarnation of a god, there's no need to ask for help from my uncle."

In the dragon-man posture, Alexander, who seemed to be wearing dragon armor, stared at the girl riding the black panther, his eyes full of eagerness.

"What do you want to do?"

Although he lost his memories of his past as a human, Theodore's intelligence increased year by year after he completely transformed into a dragon.

"Nothing, I just want to try the goddess!"

The dragon characteristics of the Golden Dragon King became more and more obvious because his dragon blood was boiling.

He was born to be a strong person and would not give in easily. It was not that he had to compete with anyone, but he happened to know that one of his half-brothers already had the power to challenge the incarnation of the gods.

Logically speaking, the resources enjoyed by his eldest brother should only be stronger, not weaker, and should not lag far behind.

"What kind of taste?"

Theodore was stunned, then turned his head and looked at his brother on his back.

"What else could it be? That's the companion of the Elf God!"

Seeing that his brother dared to turn around and tease him at such a critical moment, Alexander couldn't help but stomped his feet.

"So what if she's the Lord's partner? It's not like you haven't slept with other people's wives before. I think that goddess is pretty good, how about I help you press her?"

Theodore grumbled. As the monarch's younger brother, and to some extent the kingdom's vice-lord, he knew a lot of secrets, such as his brother's extremely chaotic personal style.

Of course, he has never commented on this, because he is not a good person either, just a piece of trash, so he is naturally not qualified to comment.

"Can you hold it down?"

A smile appeared on Alexander's face, because the trembling golden dragon under his feet was swooping down, and its target was the incarnation of the goddess of nature who had revived the dead forest.

"You can try it!"

"Then have a taste of the goddess!"

(End of this chapter)