Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 395 - 245: Noah’s Offspring_2

Chapter 395: Chapter 245: Noah’s Offspring_2

Therefore, Noah determined that after his transformation and awakening this time, he would become one of the strongest beings on the continent, with only beings like Near-Deities, Ascenders, and Demigods qualified to stand alongside him, aside from that, all others were just weaklings.

Noah had this confidence, so at this moment, he unabashedly displayed his power. After patrolling the Elidis Mountain Range, he flew out beyond the mountains, soaring above Elisium City.

Finally, Noah patrolled his entire territory, like the sun, shining upon all living beings, allowing millions of creatures on this land to bathe in the radiance of the Holy Dragon and feel his might.

"What a waste!"

Returning to his palace, Noah saw the strands of tangible yet intangible power of faith on his body and couldn’t help but mutter in his heart.

Although he hadn’t condensed divinity and didn’t plan to ignite the divine fire, he could also see that after he patrolled the entire territory, the strength that swarmed in from all directions, tangled around him, and piled up around him.

It was a type of light filament that could be any color, varying in length and thickness, swarming in from all directions, layer upon layer, forming a colorful, splendid, and dazzling sight.

The most amusing thing was, although Noah could see these powers of faith, he could not feel them; his every move wasn’t bound by it nor affected at all, as if the scene in front of him was just an illusion.

This was simply because Noah had no divinity, if he could condense divinity, he could then utilize these powers of faith, just like the Divine, to bless his followers and offer them feedback through the power of faith.

Of course, since he hadn’t fully walked the path of godhood to become a True God, even if he could convert the power of faith, the efficiency would be extremely slow.

The so-called divine power converted out couldn’t be compared in quality with that of a True God. The divine arts granted were probably equivalent to 1 to 3-ring spells, barely better than nothing.

For attracting mortals, it was enough, but such Ascenders were collectively referred to as Pseudo-Gods by the True God Church and were existence to be killed on sight.

The Divine relies on divine positions to gain different domain powers, and although the number of divine positions gradually increases with the development of civilization, their total amount remains relatively unchanged.

Thus, for the Divine, the more Ascenders attempting to become Divine, the lesser their own authority becomes, so in dealing with Pseudo-Gods, both True Gods and Evil Gods have the same attitude.

Exterminate them completely!

This is also the biggest obstacle on the path to godhood; it’s not about gathering faith, nor about condensing divinity, but how to escape the sniping of the True God in the same domain when obtaining a divine position.

As long as one hasn’t become Divine, even a Demigod, without the protection of the material world, facing a True God would end the same, having not much difference from mortals, only Divine can resist Divine.

However, this wasn’t something Noah needed to worry about, for now, Noah was just troubled by his inability to utilize the power of faith.

Watching helplessly as the power of faith gradually dissipated without being converted, for Noah as a dragon, it felt as painful and powerless as watching his coins evaporate.

"Angelic Holy Image."

Noah quickly thought of his angel companion, and the statue technology she mastered, which by consuming the power of faith, could gain some divine characteristics, and together, could easily suppress the Abyss Lord.

If he could obtain this technology, these powers of faith would have a use, instead of being wasted, and he could gain significant help.

"Wait a minute, my child!"

As Noah associated the Angelic Holy Image, he suddenly remembered his offspring with Ophelia; by the time, Ophelia should have given birth.

Thinking of this, Noah could no longer care about anything else, and the joy of having fully transformed his dragon soul, body, and magic power after waking from the deep sleep period was cast aside.

"Ophelia, where’s our child?"

Excitedly looking for the angel, Noah saw her sidestep half a step, revealing behind her a white bundle over three meters high, exuding a gentle glow.

"Is this... my child?"

Seeing the egg behind the angel, Noah’s expression froze for a moment, then he slowly asked. Although as a dragon, having a dragon egg wasn’t something strange, but the mother was an angel, how could an angel lay an egg?

"Yes, I laid this egg outside six months ago."

Having completed the act of giving birth, Ophelia wasn’t very joyous because this childbirth severely depleted her, leaving her in a state of exhaustion she’d never experienced before in her life.

If not for her father sending over high-grade nourishing items, she might have to consider leading the legion back home now, lacking any excess energy to continue coordinating commands for the legion.

"Noah, have you now passed through the deep sleep period?"

"Yes, I am now a young dragon."

"Do you have time now?"

"I do."

Fully anticipating what the angel was about to do, Noah agreed right away.

"Then you will care for him now, I don’t have much energy to spare for him, I’m sorry."

The angel’s face showed slight apology; she knew what duties a mother should fulfill, but between her roles as a mother and legion leader, she chose to be a competent legion leader.

"No need to apologize, it’s something I should do; you’ve worked hard, I’ll take care of the rest, I’ll come over and pick him up right away."

Unwilling to be a nanny in the first place, Noah now accepted this responsibility that he should have fulfilled; this time, he truly was going to be a father.

"No need to come over, I’ll arrange an elite unit to escort him to your world; you just need to be ready to receive him."

It’s evident that Ophelia was extremely busy at the moment, and after briefly discussing their offspring’s care arrangements, she ended this communication.

"Still hasn’t hatched yet."

Noah did a little calculation; it’s been twelve years since Ophelia conceived, and now the child he was eager for was still a dragon egg, it was truly absurd.

Ordinary Golden Dragons, from pregnancy to hatching into a hatchling, typically wouldn’t take more than five years; sometimes exceptions occur for six years; at most, seven years, but never had he heard of a case where it was still an egg after twelve years.

However, now there was such a case, as this special father made it happen.

An offspring of an Ancestor Dragon, not to mention pregnancy lasting twelve years, even twenty years wouldn’t be surprising.

"Egg hatching..."

As a new dragon father, Noah began to clumsily search for materials. However, after reading a few books on dragon species parenting knowledge, he tossed them aside; how could ordinary dragon species knowledge be used to care for his offspring?

This was clearly unreasonable.

Thus, Noah contacted his adoptive mother, who was no longer in Elisium City.

"Tsk, Noah, you sure know how to pick your time."

Upon hearing Noah’s offspring was about to arrive, Selena showed a face of discontent. Regarding the offspring of an Ancestor Dragon, she naturally had research—not to mention an interest in helping care for it. But now, she was involved in planning a very important matter.

"What’s going on? During my deep sleep, what happened in the North?"

Noah remembered that at the beginning of his deep sleep, the situation in the North was relatively stable.

Atlas, the Elf Court, and the Undead Kingdom, these three forces, competed for resources and land on that vast battlefield. Atlas won successive battles, while the Elf Court kept losing ground, and the Undead balanced their accounts, occasionally earning a bit.

However, after the Silver Moon Princess took power, the elves’ decline on the battlefield was effectively mitigated, and the undead’s offensive was generally considered to be contained, no longer possessing the earlier overwhelming momentum.