Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 402 - 249: My dear great-nephew, where are you?

Chapter 402: Chapter 249: My dear great-nephew, where are you?

Aw~oo~~

A silent wail that only the undead could hear echoed in the catacombs, the final lament of a Bone Dragon before its soul fire extinguished.

"What a disgrace to the Dragon Clan!"

Not yet fully descended, Noah crushed a Bone Dragon. As he extended his head from a space ripple, a splendid and dazzling golden light, in an instant, illuminated the deep and dark catacombs. Simultaneously, it ignited an innumerable number of undead, with the gloomy death aura swiftly swept away by light and fire.

The numerical advantage of the undead seemed meaningless at this moment. The Golden Dragon’s head alone, like a small mountain of gold, emitted Dragon Power that was enough to crush the vast majority of the undead within its sight.

Those low-level undead, lacking even self-awareness, did not qualify to exist before the Golden Dragon. Even Noah could not spare them the slightest attention, as all they could present to Noah was a pile of ashes left after the flame’s exhaustion.

However, not all undead would be crushed by Noah’s Dragon Power, ignited by the domain constructed upon Noah’s descent.

This was the Great Graveyard, where intelligent undead roamed everywhere. Black Knights, Witch Demons, even Ghost Dragons, Bone Dragons, Corpse Dragons—all these high-level undead were numerous enough to form legions.

Upon descending, Noah’s gaze naturally locked onto those Undead Dragons, and the Frost Bone Dragon he crushed was just one among them.

It was a dragon whose body and skeleton were relatively slender and small compared to him. Even when alive, this dragon was not as long as one of Noah’s arms. Having its life ended and made into a Bone Dragon, devoid of flesh’s support, it appeared all the more pitiable.

It was evident what this Frost Bone Dragon was in life: a White Dragon, commonly seen on the ice fields.

A pity indeed, for the White Dragon was called a disgrace to the Dragon Clan in life, and made into a Bone Dragon in death, becoming a disgrace among Dragon Species.

Among the five legendary undead besieging Selena, there was a Corpse Dragon. Although its dragon scales had withered and were tainted by endless death aura, rendering the scales dim, their original frost-white color could still be discerned.

Word Spirit·Divine Punishment

As Noah focused on this White Dragon, crafted most pitifully into a Corpse Dragon across ancient ages, an invisible sharp sword descended.

Awroar~

A low, hoarse roar sounded, forming ripples visible to the naked eye that shook the atmosphere. Although the Zombie Dragon felt no pain, the fractured spinal bone severed by the Heavenly Punishment Sword caused half of its body to collapse.

Word Spirit·Tyrant

Word Spirit·Dragon Realm

With Noah’s ascension, the power of the Word Spirit synchronously intensified, bursting one after another. Even in the undead’s home ground, Noah constructed a domain centered around him, crushing all forces resisting him.

The Tyrant’s power indiscriminately suppressed all the Undead Dragons that Noah could observe. These Undead Dragons, crafted from White Dragons, had almost no power to resist against Noah, who had ascended to a legendary Ancestral Golden Dragon, an absolute crushing from a superior bloodline.

"Wow, worthy of being an Ancestral Dragon!"

Seeing Noah suppressing the Undead Army even before fully entering, Selena’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed,

"Don’t just focus on cleaning up your Dragon Clan’s trash! Throw me a couple of bones, I can’t hold on much longer!"

Noah ignored his foster mother, who was overtly acting. Even after his ascendance, in his perception, this foster mother remained unfathomable, not just due to her own strength, but also because Noah had no idea how many pieces of equipment she had in her possession.

A powerful piece of equipment greatly influences combat strength. Knowing who backs his foster mother, Noah wouldn’t underestimate her.

Who knows what equipment this foster mother might bring out at a critical time? The equipment made from the True Vision King’s main eye was given away as if it were nothing, though Noah didn’t care.

"The Holy Dragon of the East? I heard your name from adventurers when you first descended, and now I finally see you. A truly powerful and beautiful dragon; who would have thought this world could have a perfect being like you."

Noah had not yet targeted the undead groups besides the Undead Dragons, but another undead became extremely excited by Noah’s arrival. A figure cloaked in a gray robe appeared atop the broken spined Corpse Dragon.

With this figure enveloped in thick death spirit energy, a wave of the Bone Staff in his hand revitalized the previously decrepit Corpse Dragon beneath his feet. It opened its mouth and spewed an icy breath filled with intense death aura at Noah.

"Pity, you are alive, but I will surely help you become the most perfect existence among the undead."

"Nonsense!"

Noah didn’t bother with a defensive stance against the icy Dragon Breath from the undead White Dragon because it wasn’t necessary. Such an attack was too feeble for him.

The burst of Word Spirit·Candle Sun, golden-red light swept away everything, engulfing the Corpse Dragon and the Witch Demon King on its head. With the flames incinerating the withered zombie flesh and the sound of exploding bones, the legendary Corpse Dragon, just having its spine reattached, turned into a headless dragon corpse and fell.

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