Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 281 - 188: The Perfect Noah, Snake Mother’s Forbidden Delicacy_2

Chapter 281: Chapter 188: The Perfect Noah, Snake Mother’s Forbidden Delicacy_2

There is no longer a need for effort, nor for struggle, and even less for a lengthy wait. As long as Noah is willing now, he can obtain everything he desires.

"But I am a dragon!"

With a ripple in his heart, even the radiance emitted by the divine wheel behind him began to dim. The Golden Dragon suddenly let out a sigh full of regret,

"I am not a snake; I cannot become the Father of All Snakes!"

"Keke, how could that be? Just clip your claws, and you’ll be the world’s most perfect snake!"

Seeing Noah, who had broken free from the domain’s influence, standing on the Divine Throne, the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes let out an even more enticing soft laugh. Then, she reached out and pulled a prominent Black Snake from the throne. The snake let out a mournful whine in her hand but eventually transformed into a curved Snake Sword.

"Try it if you dare!"

A soft whisper from Noah unleashed a brand new Word Spirit at that moment, shielding his body from the negative effects of the Divine Domain.

Word Spirit·Dragon Realm

Within the Divine Domain, spells from one to nine rings were all ineffective. As for Legendary Magic, he hadn’t mastered any, not because he didn’t want to but because he couldn’t.

He had not reached that realm yet. Currently, his strongest asset is still his dragon body, the Ancestral Dragon Body that can compete with legends.

This was also the direction he chose when he evolved. The stronger he became, the higher his realm, and the more adversaries he’d encounter with a plethora of extraordinary characteristics. Toxin Immunity was just the basics, along with Instant Death Immunity, Mind Immunity, and immunity to negative states like charm, fear, fatigue, and paralysis, among others.

In other words, when the realm reaches a certain level, battles become less complicated and quite straightforward, as all fancy attack methods become ineffective against opponents of the same level.

Combat returns to its essence, the collision and strife of powerful bodies. However, once the realm elevates to a Divine Realm, the Divine will possess the dreaded Physical Immunity.

Of course, mortal weapons fail to harm the Divine, only proving mortals aren’t strong enough. It doesn’t mean the Divine is truly completely immune.

The so-called immunity has a limit; when world-shattering damage befalls the Divine, even their physical resistance can’t negate any damage.

"Such a naughty little dragon, I will properly discipline you and make you a perfect existence!"

On the throne, the Snake Mother waved the Black Snake Sword, countless serpentine pythons broke free from the throne, roaring and hissing, transforming into a scalp-tingling torrent of giant snakes, surging towards Noah.

"Just a mere incarnation."

Originally dim, the divine wheel under Noah’s roar decomposed again, transforming into a triple-ring. In each ring shone brilliant Divine Marks and talismans, hundreds of rays burst forth, evaporating an equal number of giant snakes.

They lacked the Snake Mother’s rule’s protection and blessing. This was merely the projection incarnation of a supreme being, not their true body. These giant snakes that erupted from the throne lacked rule power.

In the blink of an eye, Noah eradicated hundreds of big snakes, but more giant snakes detached from the throne, roaring and hissing, adhering to the supreme will to engulf the Golden Dragon.

Facing the scalp-tingling snake tide, black flames were burning fiercely on Noah’s body. The originally majestic and noble Golden Monarch now transformed into a Flame Radiant Tyrant exuding a destructive aura from every pore.

Noah dashed into the snake tide, spreading his wings, clawing, whipping his tail. In every move of the Flame Radiant Tyrant, there was an incomparable imposing force, and every action, every attack, resulted in a giant snake being torn apart by him.

Noah showcased an indomitable momentum amidst the countless snake tide, advancing upstream and charging directly at the Snake Mother, intending to shred the woman standing atop the ten thousand snakes.

"I increasingly fancy you, little one, especially your current brutal state, it’s enchanting. You and I really are such a perfect match!"

As Noah turned his head once more, the enchanting silhouette atop the Divine Throne of snakes was already gone. When he sensed her presence again, all the Blade Scales on Noah stood erect.

For that divine body, comparable to Noah’s dragon body, was already clinging to his back. The arm covered in fine scales had wrapped around his neck, and the slender serpentine tail from her waist was coiling tightly around Noah’s tail.

The beautiful head that extended from beside his crown whispered intimately, further enraging Noah to the extreme, for the snake tail wrapping him was constantly probing, adjusting its posture unceasingly.

"Merge with me, we can create a truly immortal race together!"

"Get away!"

This was Noah’s response.

This was an incarnation of a great existence. Though an incarnation, it was by no means an illusion. Even a temporarily constructed body was more real than mundane flesh and blood and even more powerful and perfect.

Entangled, Noah was instantly swallowed by the snake tide. Moreover, the serpent-sphere body, already evolved into the Divine Throne of snakes, descended then. The constricting throne began to collapse, intending to swallow Noah and the entwined Snake Mother together.

This was an exceedingly bloody and desperate yet intensely cruel and tinged with an alluring atmosphere scene, where the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes, ruling over ten thousand snakes, entangled the most revered Golden Saint King on the earth.

She intended to completely devour this giant dragon, even as the incarnation of the Snake Mother was torn open with countless bleeding wounds from the Golden Monarch’s fierce struggle, more so than a lingering death could achieve.

Still, the Snake Mother did not let go at all. She displayed an expression of extreme enjoyment and exceptional pleasure, the graceful, lengthy snake body was still entwined and supported by the ten thousand snakes, adhering ever more closely to the Golden Dragon.

An endless purple energy erupted from the depths of Noah’s soul, in that moment, rendering Noah’s dragon eyes entirely purple. Over thirteen years, Noah didn’t know how much adoration from countless living beings he’d accumulated.

Rooted atop the nebula, the Golden Tree bestowed him not just one Word Spirit, but two more. They didn’t act externally but could temporarily enhance his battle power as reinforcing Word Spirits.

Word Spirit·King’s Crown

Word Spirit·Golden Throne

The golden rays shone at the edge of Noah’s scales emitting black flames, even the armored dragon scales couldn’t conceal the bulging muscles. Noah’s Golden Dragon body erupted, doubling in size, exhibiting the utmost beauty of strength.

More than that, the third pair of originally short horns on Noah’s dragon forehead under the blessing of Word Spirits, the substantial light congealed on them, making the dragon horns extend outward.

Thus, having already transformed into a Tyrant, Noah’s crown now bore a complete crown. At that moment, the kingly majesty from the high heavens descended like a landslide or a tsunami, crushing and sweeping away everything.

In an instant, the serpent-sphere devouring Noah exploded, as if a sea of blood surged, amidst endless stench, countless writhing remnants of giant snakes rained down upon the earth like rain.

Not only the serpent-sphere, but the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes entwining Noah’s dragon body, attempting to mate with him, was also countered by Noah in the next moment. Her jade-like arms were brutally torn off by Noah, and then Noah flipped his body, tearing the graceful body into pieces.

Bright and crystalline blood droplets fell to the ground like meteor showers, each drop leaving a deep crater. This was a terrifying scene; in a blink of an eye, Noah, who had fallen into despair, turned the tide, destroying everything with his Tyrant stance.

"Is this all you have?"

Noah, holding the head of the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes, which embodied all the world’s beauty, looked on coldly, speaking with disdain,

"Is this all?"

"Not enough sacrifice, with just a few more, you’d be mine, what a pity."

The Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes, reduced to just a head, made no attempt to repair her damaged incarnation. There was no point.