Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 692 - 394: Fall of the True God, Rebirth of the Red Dragon

"Great-uncle, could you possibly let me have the third cross-dimensional gate? I’m willing to pay enough for it!"

When Wayne, the Bloodline True Ancestor, referred to as the source of chaos and blood by the Elf Court, humbly proposed a deal, Noah, who had witnessed a great drama, couldn’t help but reveal a teasing expression.

"Oh, isn’t this the Bloodline True Ancestor Wayne, who toyed with the elf demigod-led governance? Why? Are you no longer satisfied with wreaking havoc in your current plane and want to expand your clan into other worlds?"

"Great-uncle, don’t you understand my situation? It’s not that I’m looking to expand my bloodline in other places, but rather I’m trying to find a way to settle those blood elf tribes.

They need new habitats; the Northern Icefield is not suitable for them. While you may have lands that are suitable for their survival and reproduction, it would impact your reputation. Hence, I wish to acquire the third cross-dimensional gate you hold, so I can travel to other worlds to find suitable breeding grounds for them."

Wayne showed a helpless smile; the current situation had been foreseen by him long ago. After all, he’s now considered a figure known to all.

The Elf Court, which had been in decline and despair, reversed its trend and gradually moved toward prosperity after acquiring a Natural Demigod, showing signs of a revival.

But after such ordeals, let’s not speak of any resurgence; if the Elf Court were to be compared to a humanoid organism, all that’s left of the Elf Court now would be just a head, one shoulder, and half an arm, no longer even resembling a complete person.

The current Elf Court indeed hasn’t lost much in terms of high-end combat power, but they’ve lost the support of the mid-level and lower-level systems. Most of the elf gathering places and cities have turned into Floating Cities.

Without people, protection of the land is out of the question. Even claiming the land belongs to you doesn’t amount to much. Without anyone to maintain, manage, or harvest resources, what difference does it make from not having the land at all?

Rendering such damage to a major power can be considered a spectacle for other forces on the Xilantia Continent, calling it a thrilling sight.

Before this, no one had thought it possible to inflict such damage on a major power. Instead of engaging with high-end combat power, they exploited their longstanding internal conflicts, fragmented the entire race, tearing it apart.

"It’s a nice excuse, but I don’t think it’s the actual reason. If you really want to place the blood elves, do you still need to seek me out?"

A Blood Clan grand lord who could leave Natural Demigods helpless, although not quite reaching the pinnacle of the Material Realm like Noah’s current position, wouldn’t find it difficult to cross dimensions and acquire a plane coordinate if they truly wanted.

"Great-uncle, you overestimate me, I don’t have the ability to teleport them across dimensions."

"Let’s assume it to be true, but I want to know the actual reason you’re doing all this. Don’t say it’s because you admire the elf race’s qualities and want to develop a special lineage."

Noah’s eyes revealed a probing expression. Although he roughly guessed the reason, with the person himself here, wouldn’t it be simpler to ask directly rather than speculating?

"That, too, is part of the reason, but at the heart of it, the main purpose of what I’ve done is still for..."

Wayne paused slightly, and Noah completed the rest for him,

"Parvati, you are protecting her in the way you think is right, have you discovered anything amiss?"

"Great-uncle, I heard that you witnessed the birth of Parvati in those days, along with the Seven Gods’ blessing upon her. Can’t you see it?"

"Even if I can see, what can I do about it? Did you think I could do anything at that time?"

Noah replied irritably.

"Parvati is being cultivated by them as a vessel; those elves are still yearning for their Empire’s past glory, so the Elf Court must not rise."

"What’s this logic?"

"If the Elf Court rises, the Elf God will certainly frequently descend, using Parvati’s body as a medium, to reinitiate a campaign in search of their lost past glory."

"Don’t say it’s something that hasn’t happened yet; where did you get this information from? Even if it’s true, do you think your sister is an idiot? Doesn’t she know and prepare? Didn’t you discuss this with her before doing all this?"

Noah follows one principle: future generations come with their own fortunes. The fourth generation of the Augustus family is undoubtedly its most flourished generation, supporting them slightly when they’re young is enough, and once they grow up, there’s no need to meddle.

Just like this guy in front of him, appearing meek and obedient yet filled with small schemes, thinking without explaining anything clearly, not entirely honest.

The Undying King is just like this. In the Elf Court having seized supreme authority, how could Parvati be any simpler?

Yet Wayne, as a brother, disregarded everything and overturned all his sister’s efforts. It’s understandable if Parvati was angry enough to stab someone.

"Actually, I did speak with her, but she didn’t listen to me."

Wayne’s voice was deep and magnetic, with a charm that could bewilder aristocratic ladies, causing hearts to tremble.

"So you just acted on your own ideas?"

"Yes."

"Alright, let’s count that as a reason, assuming it’s your brotherly love for your sister, anything else?"