Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 727 - 411: Heavenly Phenomena, Eighth-Generation Augustus (Part 2)
"Thanks to Your Majesty’s grace, yes, I am about to become a father."
Sorlon felt anxious, and from the sudden summons, he sharply sensed something was wrong.
Yet he couldn’t understand what problem he might have; the western war was basically over, entering the final stage. The Moon Alliance was nominally dissolved, essentially disbanding, without any resistance forces.
Sorlon didn’t believe he had any major contribution to the victory in this war, for he knew the Holy Dragon Emperor had reached a certain degree of cooperation with the Elves. It’s rumored that numerous Elf Craftsmen were secretly entering the Holy City of Aelisim to aid in casting weapons for the legion.
But he hadn’t done anything wrong either; during the initial stage of the battlefield, facing resilient forces due to mutual hostility, he never showed any extra mercy, crushing through all opposition. When facing Elves who chose to surrender, he also adhered to the war regulations.
After the relationship between both sides eased, he provided more favorable treatment to the Elf captives, allowing them to stay or leave by their own will, without interfering much. He even took this opportunity to develop a relationship with an Elf lover.
He couldn’t figure out where he went wrong. As for finding an Elf partner, he didn’t see any problem with it. The second and third generations of the Augustus family had records of seeking Elf partners, so it was quite normal for him, as a descendant of the Augustus family, to find a High Elf as a companion, wasn’t it?
Although his Elf partner’s identity was somewhat special, she was merely a chosen one, wasn’t she? Didn’t the Holy Dragon Emperor already ease relations with the Elven Gods?
"How did you meet your current partner?"
"I met Helena during the handover of captives..."
Upon Noah’s further inquiry, Sorlon suddenly realized where the problem lay. Without any hesitation, he honestly recounted the process of meeting his Elf partner.
From the description, there seemed to be no issue—just a commander developing affection for a noble Elf who came to accept captives. Of course, this could also be understood as being captivated by her beauty.
At this point, Sorlon was no longer an inexperienced youth without anything. He had everything he needed: status, power, and position. Even facing a divine chosen one, he was not at all daunted, boldly and courageously expressing his love, and naturally they came together to have the fruit of love. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
It was Sorlon taking all the initiative. As a mixed blood with Dragon Clan ancestry, both his thoughts and actions were very normal and reasonable.
Even Noah felt there was no issue, but the Fairy’s investigation report unexpectedly showed traces of Divine Power, suspecting their child to be the result of a Wish Technique.
"Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with this?"
After recounting everything, Sorlon found the Holy Dragon gave no response. His thoughts immediately became more chaotic, and he realized the issue might not be as simple as he thought, so he asked immediately.
"You will know after your child is born, perhaps there is nothing wrong, so you don’t need to overthink it."
Despite Noah’s comforting words, Sorlon’s face was grim as he exited the Holy Dragon’s residence. If there was truly nothing wrong, why would the Holy Dragon Emperor suddenly summon him?
Compared to his beloved Elf, Sorlon certainly trusted the Holy Dragon Emperor who gave him everything more. If one between the two were to harm him, it would surely be the Elf.
"It’s not enchantment, then it’s allure."
After seeing his Favored personally, Noah confirmed neither his soul nor will had suffered any influence, meaning he made the decision to fall in love with the Elf himself. Still, this did not mean there wasn’t a problem.
Beings with high allure could turn intelligent creatures with a weak will into fools.
However, Noah reckoned Elves could only play these petty tricks that seemed insignificant because this was the Material Realm, under his Dragon Wings.
Even tens of thousands of miles away on the continent’s west, to Noah, it was like being under his eye, hence Noah chose not to intervene and let things be.
However, after the summons from Noah, Sorlon developed distrust towards his divine chosen companion upon returning; the relationship between them had become strained, no longer as intimate as before and starting to drift apart.
Of course, in appearance, their relationship was incredibly harmonious; in the eyes of outsiders, they still seemed like a perfect couple, with no faults to be found.
Both were deliberately maintaining it. When so-called love no longer existed, interactions like acting together would only become increasingly irritating until everything changed upon the birth of the Eighth Generation of Augustus.
Whistling~
A mighty, fierce wind howled, sweeping through the heaven-bound clouds. In an instant, the sky darkened like ink, oppressively gloomy, which silenced all living things, not daring to utter the slightest sound.
Crack~ Boom—
With a dazzling thunderbolt slicing through the ink sea, the silence between heaven and earth was instantly shattered. The roaring thunder echoed in the heart of every living being, making hearts tremble with fear; the oppressive, gloomy atmosphere was not diminished by the thunder’s roar, instead becoming even more suffocating and breathless.
Boom—Boom—
The just erupted thunder seemed like a signal, with bolts of thunder flashing and roaring through the clouds, bringing some light to the earth below, obscured by the sun.
It could be seen that the towering fortresses and camps standing like mountains and the Giants stationed at all the key points under such circumstances were thoroughly loyal and did not show any fear due to the apocalyptic-like sky.
Not only was there no visible fear or terror, but these Giants, with horns on their foreheads and scales on their cheeks, secretly cast glances upwards, as if the ink-like sky had transformed into a sea of thunder, with eyes filled with anticipation and joy, seemingly expecting something to descend.
Ooooo—
Suddenly, a dull, heavy horn sound echoed through the camp—a warning and command signaling enemy presence, calling the entire army to be on alert and ready to confront, spreading a majestic, murderous atmosphere that overshadowed the roaring sky.
Initially, the Giants were extremely puzzled, for they couldn’t find any threat. Outside the camp, no creature dared approach rashly, and in the sky, no creature dared traverse the clouds amidst the thunderstorm.
But when they turned their gaze to the ground below, the Giants knew where the anomaly stemmed from—it was the rampant growth of shrubs, ferns, and wild grass vines, including the many years old trees, growing rapidly before their eyes.
Even though the land was cleared, it had transformed at an astonishing speed into a rainforest that could only form where rainwater was abundant and vitality flourished.
Therefore, the horn signaling full military alert sang, as such situations were commonly encountered in battles with Elves; powerful Druids and tree shepherds could swiftly alter the terrain, hence the Giants were not panicked and swiftly cleared these quick-growing plants.
However, this place had somehow already been enveloped by a vast Natural Domain, and regardless of how the Giants cleared, plants continued to grow endlessly.
"Lord Sorlon, the source of this Natural Domain seems to be in the Lady’s delivery room."
The Giants quickly found the source of the anomaly, precisely in the delivery room of their commander’s wife. Connecting the abnormality in the sky with his wife’s race identity, the reason was already self-evident.
Born of omen
The echoing horn suddenly ceased, and the Giants also stopped their commotion, yet they did not cease removing the surrounding plants. Giants despised environments that hindered actions and restricted movement.
Boom—
The Giants were unable to peer into the delivery room, but they could see thousands of roaring thunders at some moment converging into a brilliant golden thunderbolt, crashing down.
At the same time, the rampant growth of foliage reached its peak, completely transforming the camp into a forest but withered entirely at the same moment the thunderbolt struck down.
