Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 125 - 110 How Long Can He Protect You? _2

Chapter 125: Chapter 110 How Long Can He Protect You? _2

"Okay."

Noah took the blueprints to find his mother. The long-lived Golden Dragon, if willing to spend just a fraction of their extensive lifespan researching a subject of interest, could easily become a master in that field. If talented, creating a branch of knowledge based on oneself would be effortlessly achievable.

"This is the initial form of armament you’re preparing for your future self. At your current stage, it’s enough if it serves its purpose. You should allow for ample flexibility for modifications and adjustments."

"Alright."

Noah nodded, accepting his mother’s advice. Actually, in terms of the armament structure, there is ample room for enhancement. Ultimately, it’s about stacking large rings over small ones, but this will test his future financial resources. However, this is not something he needs to worry about right now.

"Noah, now that Casius has returned, your father and I plan to leave."

The news was expected, yet Noah was still surprised by the question that followed,

"Do you want to come with us?"

"I think it’s still a bit early for me to join the righteous battlefield against the Abyss invasion. I’ll wait until I become a Legendary Ancient Dragon before going."

Noah gently declined.

"It’s not that I want you to enter the battlefield. You’re just a juvenile dragon, and although you’re much more exceptional than other dragons your age, too many geniuses have fallen on the battlefield before even reaching their full potential. Talent that isn’t realized, no matter how abundant, is meaningless."

Orpheus found herself feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness; she realized that this offspring was indeed unique,

"The reason I want to take you away is because it’s already unsafe here.

Angelis and I can arrange for you to enter an elder Ancient Dragon’s grand library, where there are many Metal Dragons your age. You can interact with them, and you’ll make many friends."

"Unsafe? What do you mean? My foster father has already returned."

Noah’s brow furrowed, and in the last sentence, he deliberately emphasized his tone.

"It is precisely because we’ve seen him that your father and I have decided to take you away."

"Why?"

Noah’s claws unconsciously clenched, then relaxed as he noticed, producing a metallic scraping sound as his scales rubbed together.

"Casius’s Life’s Extreme Intent has shattered; haven’t you noticed at all? Though he’s trying to conceal it, he simply can’t hide it."

"What?"

Noah was instantly shocked; he knew his foster father had an issue, but he didn’t expect it to be so severe,

"But I sensed clearly that my uncle’s...

"His vitality is still very robust, isn’t it?"

"Indeed, I did sense something off about my uncle’s condition; he seemed tired, but that shouldn’t mean much to him."

"Exactly, even if Casius’s Life’s Extreme Intent is broken, with the support of the Titan Bloodline, he can still live another eight hundred years."

"Eight hundred years is a long time as well, not much less than the millennium lifespan of High Elves. Lower Wood Elves only live up to three or four hundred years, and longevity species like Sea Elves and Sky Elves don’t have such a lifespan."

"Noah, if Casius’s Life’s Extreme Intent hadn’t shattered, according to your father’s and my estimates, his lifespan should be close to two thousand years, similar to a White Dragon.

But on this outing, he ventured beyond the Material Realm to explore prehistoric relics and encountered a Divine Calamity, leading to combat. Now he’s left with only eight hundred years.

You must know that these eight hundred years are the max he can live in his current state, effectively doing nothing.

But do you think, with Casius’s personality, he could do nothing and remain still like a tree person? Do you think that’s possible?"

Noah fell silent; the answer to that question was self-evident, of course not.

He saw fatigue in his foster father, and signs of age, but what he didn’t see was fear. This warrior, even when faced with terrifying opponents, showed no sign of retreat, but rather considerable satisfaction.

"Eight hundred years is Casius’s theoretical maximum lifespan now, but Noah, he is a true warrior, and no warrior dies of old age."

Orsya expressed her sentiments with admiration and reverence in her tone.

She respected such warriors, but entrusting her son to such a person was something she couldn’t do as a mother.

Initially, she entrusted Noah to Casius because, at that time, Casius was just an unremarkable Earl on the border, and Selena was there to assist.

Even if disaster struck, Selena could help, and the measures they left behind could easily handle it. But now, if something went wrong with Casius, Selena could do almost nothing except for feeling anxious.

Even as adult Golden Dragons, they would be overwhelmed by the chaos. Casius’s family was developed so well, and such prosperity meant the resulting chaos when Order collapsed would be enormous.

"How could the Life’s Extreme Intent shatter?"

Noah admitted that his mother was right.

The theoretical lifespan is called that because it’s hard to achieve in reality.

For example, humans have a theoretical lifespan of one hundred and twenty years, but in struggling for survival, with issues like injuries, bleeding, and sickness, the theoretical lifespan is continually reduced, and those who live past sixty are rare; living to eighty is called longevity, and very few reach a hundred.

"Casius only awakened part of the Titan Bloodline and could possess the Life’s Extreme Intent; that’s already quite extraordinary. So what’s strange about it being broken?

He’s not a true Titan, and his Life’s Extreme Intent isn’t as stable as ours. His lifespan can’t compare to ours in the Dragon Clan."

"I see."

Noah understood.

Though it should have been obvious, Elves and the Dragon Clan are both longevity species, but High Elves have an average lifespan of just a thousand years, far less than that of the Dragon Clan, and there’s great disparity among the dragons themselves.

The weakest White Dragon has an extreme lifespan of only about 2200 years, while a Golden Dragon can live up to six thousand years. Although they can both comprehend the Life’s Extreme Intent, how could they be the same?

"If that’s the case, then I choose to stay."

"Why?"

Orsya felt she somewhat couldn’t understand this offspring who just resisted leaving with her, claiming he wouldn’t go to fight the Abyss until he was an Ancient Dragon, yet now that he knows there’s great danger looming, he still chooses to stay.

"My father once lamented to me that even searching through a hundred or more Material Realms might not yield another as unique as my uncle.

So, even if my uncle is destined to die in battle, and all the splendor he created is to conclude and end.

I am willing to witness it, to the very last moment. I think it will be an unparalleled treasure for my growth."

"Is this your decision?"

"Yes, mother."

Noah’s tone was very solemn.

"Noah, my child."

Orsya carefully observed this offspring, who still maintained his original form, unlike the vast majority of Golden Dragons she had seen, and somewhat resembling those singular Ancient Dragons.

"It seems you are not as cowardly as I imagined; you are already a juvenile dragon, not a hatchling, so I choose to respect your decision."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Noah thanked her sincerely.

Because if this mother insisted on taking him away, even if he struggled, it would be futile; neither his foster father nor foster mother could stop it, nor could anyone have a reason to stop a mother from taking her child away from a dangerous vortex.

"However, I am your mother, and it’s my duty to protect your safety until you come of age."

In Noah’s suddenly changed gaze, the graceful and gentle elfin lady before him, with great reluctance, took out a delicate, small Holy Light Wheel,

"This holy object is called the Gate of Heaven; it’s one of my most treasured collectibles. Using it, beings below legendary level can directly reach the Boundless Heavenly Realm.

But it’s not for you; rather, it’s lent to you, and you must return it to me in the future!"