Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 680 - 388: Why Won’t You Admit Me

"Father? Do you even qualify?"

Facing the Titan that seemed more generous and open-hearted than he remembered, Noah sneered, dismissing his recruitment and promises without a care,

"What are you? Merely a puppet’s will, and you dream of becoming the Lord of Tartaros? Do you know your own birth and origin?"

What is called Tartaros is known as the bottommost place of billions of planes, and it’s also referred to as a Hell; there isn’t just one Hell in this world.

The most notorious is Bator Hell, but aside from Bator, there are many other Hells, and Tartaros is among them.

Some Hells have a sole Sovereign, one will rules all, while others are in constant splits and battles among many small and large Evil Demon Lords.

Tartaros is one such fractured Hell, with many Evil Demon Lords competing and battling, vying for the position of the one Lord of Hell,

Noah had no doubt that with the support of Hell’s will, that will, split from the body of his adoptive father Casius, might indeed ascend that position.

But how is such a Lord of Hell different from a puppet? The true Lord of Hell is one who replaces all with their own will, achieving a heart that is one with Hell’s heart.

Such a Hell is the most terrifying and strongest, and even a Strong Divine Power among the Gods would be extremely wary facing such a Lord of Hell.

"Noah, do you know the guilt of opposing, disdaining, and humiliating a father?"

The Hell Titan, who originally spread his arms as if wanting to be a caring father, slowly lowered them, with no special change in his expression, quite matching the image Noah had in memory.

"Enough, your visage that assumes familiarity with me makes me sick. Is there my existence in the memory that truly belongs to you? You are nothing but a thief of others’ memories."

Noah wasn’t a Dragon who liked to win arguments with words, but some things he really couldn’t hold back any longer,

"Do you think what you stole belongs to you? Ridiculous, a thief is always a thief; you will never become the true Casius. You are a pathetic puppet, and your birth is a laughable tragedy.

What are you showing me here? Is there anything you have now that you obtained through your efforts alone? It’s all just theft and charity.

How dare you take pride in this? Since when did freeloading thieves and shameless beggars parade openly so grandiosely?

If a guy like you became the Lord of Tartaros, then Tartaros would be nothing but a joke."

"Boring wails and sophistry; similar words I have heard too much of, whether you admit it or not, I am Casius, and Casius is me. I inherit and possess all he has, and everything he owns, I own completely. Do you think you can deny anything?"

The Titan’s dark eyes flashed with electricity, yet it was a thunder containing the ultimate intent of destruction and obliteration, and in his extended palm, a Thunder Spear condensed,

"The truly laughable one is you, reptile! Do you think you can change anything? It’s just powerless struggle."

"Just this bit of taunt, and you can’t hold it in. Can’t you at least pretend better?"

Noah’s wings fluttered lightly, space shattered, and the mountainous dragon body charged into it, and when he appeared again, he had already descended above the Titan, this Golden Dragon was actually taking the initiative to attack.

"I’ve said it before, what that guy knows, I know entirely. I know everything about you, so what if you’ve grown up? What fundamental change is there compared to when you were young, daring to challenge me? Ingrate!"

The Thunder Spear in the Hell Titan’s hand flipped, carrying an endless force of destruction, stabbing toward Noah’s dragon form.

It seemed light and breezy, without any terrifying might that shook the entire sky, but Noah could feel the immense destructive power at the tip of the spear.

It’s a pity, even though it was a simple attack easily seen through, Noah still could only watch helplessly as the spear pierced through his body.

A thousand variations and ten thousand forms flashed through Noah’s mind, yet none could avoid the spear before him. This was an inevitable spear.

However, it was different from the inevitability contained within Law; this was inevitability achieved through Technique. As long as the spear was thrust, it would inevitably pierce the enemy’s body.

The scenario from childhood training with his adoptive father Casius reappeared, Noah once again felt the long-lost oppression; although their power and realms weren’t much different, he always fell behind in pure Technique combat.

However, although the past scene reappeared, and evolved into a war that could almost decide the fate of a plane, there was a vast difference from before.

The most fundamental difference was that when adoptive father Casius guided him on the path of Technique back then, although he was often beaten badly, being covered in wounds was routine, Casius back then would always hold back, causing severe injury, would never truly harm him, and would always leave him with a breath.

The current Hell Titan brought an extremely terrifying oppression to Noah, but this oppression came from his killing intent.

Noah could sense this, this was the greatest difference; this Titan, seemingly similar, yet different, was ultimately not the person from the past.