Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 691 - 393: My Foolish Little Sister_2

The elves who have accepted the Initial Embrace of the Blood Clan faction led by Wayne, becoming Bloodthirsty Monsters, now call themselves Blood Elves under Wayne’s direct command.

The Blood Elves declared they do not discriminate against any branch of elves; all who join are brothers and sisters, living equally without distinctions, with positions determined by individual capacity.

Following this declaration, the Blood Elves, originally hidden in the shadows, gradually came into the open, confronting the Elf Court openly with the aim of seeking an independent political status and corresponding power.

Of course, the Elf Court could not tolerate such a situation, mobilizing the army to suppress them, vowing to completely eradicate this group of Fallen Elves that have tarnished their honor.

Yet, those high elves launching the war seemed to forget the root cause of the Blood Elves’ emergence and the immense appeal this group holds for middle and lower class elves.

Lower Blood Clan are indeed creatures of great defect, fearing light, fearing fire, dreading Holy Light, and needing regular blood, yet the Blood Clan’s evolutionary path is incredibly clear: the stronger they are, the closer they become to normal creatures, and various defects will gradually be eliminated, acquiring numerous extraordinary characteristics.

When Wayne enters the scene, it signifies that those defects are evidently absent in lower Blood Clan. The temptation for regular elves then further deepens.

Thus, the suppression initiated by the Royal Court’s upper echelon disintegrates in countless assassinations and rebellions before any decent fight takes place.

Numerous high elf commanders are assassinated, while many middle and lower elf officers lead the revolt. The rebel corps disbands before reaching the initiating city, lacking command structure.

This war’s failure intensified the internal turmoil within the Jinling Royal Court, highlighting the division within the Elf Court.

Since that battle, high elves no longer trust middle and lower elves, especially those officers elevated through Parvati’s reforms, who are closely monitored and controlled.

Agencies of special operations and espionage rise, even though Parvati clearly opposes it. The royals, nobles, and priests, feeling threatened, rare unanimity in their will, began to cleanse those middle and lower elves who should not integrate among them.

Such persecution immediately escalates resentment and hostility among middle and lower elves, rapidly expanding the Blood Elf forces, with many officers unable to bear the humiliation and unwilling to endure the oppression and manipulation by high elves opting to undergo the transformation ceremony.

Of course, a minority of elves refuse to fall, choosing to leave the Court, leading their loyal followers to the Holy Dragon Land to seek the protection of the Dragon Clan.

Yet, this group of elves is quite few and does not affect the overall situation, as the vast majority of lower elves choose to join the Blood Elf forces, opting for rebellion.

Facing such a scenario, the naturally demigod Parvati, who has gradually grown, is weary both in body and mind, as the favorable situation she has cultivated over nearly two hundred years vanishes with the rebellion, and the Elf Court’s future is sliding into unpredictable, unknown depths.

It is actually a rebellion that should not have occurred. Inequality exists everywhere in the world; all beings are born different, nowhere is truly equal; equality is always relative.

All intelligent beings understand this truth, even if there is displeasure and resentment, it can only be buried in the heart, and try to change through one’s efforts and struggles, or place hope in descendants and pray for one’s offspring to bring change.

The hierarchical Elf Court is the same; middle and lower elves, despite resentment, can only bury it in the heart, gradually resolving it through institutional reforms after Parvati ascended.

Yet, Wayne descended suddenly, making everything irretrievable. Though Wayne similarly cannot achieve equality, he provides middle and lower elves the opportunity to vent resentment and address injustice.

Uprising, chaos, rebellion thus arise.

Therefore, Parvati’s original approach was correct; once Wayne is addressed, the various dilemmas facing the Elf Court would naturally resolve, and middle and lower elves would naturally return to their original positions, continuing with their hard work.

But now it’s different; after the rebellion, high elves no longer trust lower elves, even settling the dispute with the Lord of the Perpetual Night can’t change this condition; once trust is breached, it can never mend.

Therefore, Parvati’s anger is imaginable, her painstaking endeavors of almost two hundred years were destroyed, and it cannot be replicated, unrecoverable.

"It’s finally started, hasn’t it!"

Successfully splitting the Elf Court and leading high elves and lower elves into opposition, Wayne no longer avoids his sister’s provocations, but actively confronts her.

Noah naturally arrives first as a spectator, and upon entering, he sees a girl like a Valkyrie in majesty, driving a chariot, galloping under the dark night sky, invoking Silver Moon’s power, throwing spears, nailing a handsome, exotic man to the sky.

The girl’s face is filled with sorrow; she looks at the man whose chest she pierced, yet he smiles, opens his arms to her, showing a victorious smile, and angrily questions, drawing the Sword of Radiance from her waist,

"Why? Why destroy my kingdom?"

"Your kingdom? My foolish sister! You’re naive enough to think that is your realm? Without divine support, how much authority do you think you still wield?"

Wayne, pierced through the chest, couldn’t help but laugh aloud; such reckless posture not only clashes with his elegantly noble charisma emanating from every inch, but rather perfectly harmonizes.

"Have you forgotten your origin? The blood of the Augustus family flows through your veins; you are a Half-Elf.

Even if your appearance, your features, look more like Pure Blood Elves than Pure Blood ones, those guys won’t consider you as the same.

Everything you do now will only become fruits enjoyed by others, including everything you currently possess; do you think that is yours?"

"Silence, what do you know!"

Parvati’s face shows thin anger; she looks at that brother like a crucifix, sword directly aimed between his brows,

"Come down and fight me, then fulfill your promise."

"I’m your brother. In this world, where do brothers wield swords against their sisters?"

Wayne smiles; his nailed body on the sky instantly disperses, transforming into tens of thousands of Golden Pattern Bats flying in the night sky, his voice echoing beneath the night sky,

"My dear sister, since you wish to win, then this time you shall have it. I will fulfill our agreement."

"Just like this?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Seeing Wayne’s choices and actions, newly arrived Noah couldn’t help but click his tongue, but he understood that the kid didn’t fully disclose everything to him,

"The little nephew has ultimately grown up, also learning to hide words."

"What agreement did you make with him?"

Under the curious gaze of the Golden Dragon, the girl pauses briefly, then reveals their agreement,

"We agreed to battle, and if I win, he and his Favored must cease attacks on the Elf Court."

"What if you lose?"

"..."

"Didn’t realize Wayne knows how to spoil his sister."

Noah couldn’t help but smile, but soon realized, his sentiment came too early.

Although Wayne doesn’t resist but chooses to fulfill his promise, he withdraws too many Favored from the Elf Court.

Not only are the transformed Blood Elves taken but also many middle and lower elf tribes are taken with him.

After this round, the Elf Court isn’t just deeply wounded, but almost loses its middle and lower class, retaining only the upper class intact. Yet without the support below, what upper class can there be?