Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 740 - 418:

"Your wings are so beautiful, can I touch them?"

The perfect combination of the heritage from the Ancestral Golden Dragon and the six-winged Great Angel gave rise to six glorious and magnificent wings behind Iliad.

Golden Dragon Scales covered the wing bones, gradually transitioning into feathers beneath the scales, and at the wing tips, they transformed into golden feathers as sharp as blades, resonating like a Divine Sword.

Born with golden six wings, Iliad has been the center of attention since childhood, receiving numerous admiring gazes and praises, either from ulterior motives or from genuine astonishment and admiration.

Iliad had grown accustomed to such gazes and praises, though he had never encountered such a presumptuous request, making the child of the Golden Dragon and Angel particularly uncomfortable.

"May I?"

Faced with Iliad’s silence, Hela, the Great Angel Commander arranged by Ophelia, did not give up and maintained a proactive stance,

"If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as tacit approval."

Thus, in Iliad’s silence, for the first time, someone other than a foe touched his wings with a hand, rather than a blade.

"Wow, your wings are so hard!"

The Great Angel Commander exclaimed, rendering Iliad increasingly silent.

Seeing that Iliad still did not react, the originally close Great Angel bent down to observe and touch, then moved around to his back.

This movement instinctively tensed Iliad’s body, and the six wings emitted a dim glow that rippled, sending out seemingly beautiful and splendid waves of light.

The ripples overlapped, forming a Light Ring that enveloped behind Iliad, pushing the angel, who was ready to act without restraint, away.

Without waiting for the angel to say anything, five Light Rings had already gathered behind Iliad, and a Domain spread out, suppressing all other living things that could still move.

"Oh, Lord Iliad, have mercy!"

"Sorry!"

Reacting purely instinctively, Iliad quickly realized the inappropriate nature, and after dispelling the Domain, he immediately turned to look at Hela, only to see this seemingly dignified and gentle yet actually lively and dynamic angel standing not far away, smiling at him with no trace of being suppressed by the Domain.

"Are you okay?"

Having sensed earlier that this angel was unusual, this encounter simply confirmed the premonition, and Iliad slightly frowned before swiftly easing up, politely inquiring.

"Your Domain is impressive, quite extraordinary."

Hela praised, only to change her tone immediately,

"But it’s seriously lacking in security. This Domain seems to have been forged on the battlefield, suppressing everyone indiscriminately. Is there truly no one beside you whom you trust and who can fight by your side?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"No."

Iliad did not explain how complex his Domain indeed was. It even contained the Power of Word Spirit inherited from his father. Legends who could overlook this suppressive power were not entirely absent, though those legends bore traces of Divine Power.

"Then you are truly lonely!"

"I’ve gotten used to it."

"You might want to change that habit in the future."

"Hmm?"

Iliad looked at Hela with some confusion, mistakenly thinking there was something special about the future Angel Legion, immediately asking,

"What place is the Forbidden Ruins?"

"It’s the Combat Angels’ favorite place."

Hela pouted and responded disinterestedly,

"Nothing special about it."

"How should I find warriors willing to follow me there?"

"For you, there won’t be any problem. Your bloodline is fine; the rest depends on your ability. However many angels you can defeat, you can take away that many."

"However many I can defeat?"

In just a moment, Iliad’s eyes blazed like torches.

His mother had said she would help him assemble an Angel Legion, but she hadn’t set a limit on the number.

"Don’t think too much, do you think it’s a one-on-one Knight duel? What about the Two-Winged and Four-Winged Angels? Do you just take them away when you encounter them? Nonsense! Where’s such a good deal?"

Seeing the transformed demeanor of Iliad, as if a wooden puppet had turned into a living person, Hela didn’t have any nice words left.

"Then how should I take them away?"

"One against the army. You fight against the Angel Formation alone; win, and you can take them all; lose, then you go back the way you came."

"Sounds interesting."

Iliad’s eyes shone with golden light, showing an eager expression, completely different from his previous demeanor.

"It seems you’re very much looking forward to it."

Silently, a small hand once again touched Iliad’s forever untouched forbidden area.

"..."

Iliad turned his head, quietly staring at the mischievous angel touching with her small hand,

"Huh, now you won’t overreact."

Faced with Iliad’s gaze, Hela remained oblivious, without any intention of restraining herself.

"Because I saw it."

Iliad squeezed out a sentence.

"Oh, so there’s no problem if I let you see."

The angel pinched the end of a golden feather, lightly tugging at it,

"So sturdy, can’t even pull it out! Do your feathers not fall off?"

"No."

Iliad reverted back to being a puppet, lifeless and dry.

"Not even one? How can that be? I’ve lost so many, how come you don’t lose any? How do you do it? Can you teach me?"