Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 797 - 446: Noah, You’re Huge!
The remains of less than twenty Augustus family elders could not occupy a corner of Thunder Hall, yet due to their deaths, the Augustus official members implicated, along with minor nobles and their families, as well as everyone in the related interest chain, were reckoned.
When the Golden Dragon Lord made up his mind to swing the sword, the sounds of execution and wailing at the execution grounds were incessant. If these bodies were to be collected, even the grand Thunder Temple would easily be inundated.
Blood Conference
Summoning family elders and holding the meeting, the Golden Dragon Monarch Alexander faced accusations from family elders and calls for him to abdicate, opting for slaughter and cleansing, much like his father and grandfather.
Succeeding three generations of slaughtering family elders and purging dissenting family members, no history records any family or clan doing such, yet such events frequently transpired within the Augustus family.
The most intriguing point for archivists is, upon delving into these cleansing incidents, the cause of each massacre is similarly either Noah, regarded as the Holy Dragon, or the direct cause. It seems to be the origin or beginning of the Augustus family’s internal conflict.
The purge enacted by kingdom’s first monarch and second monarch has become history, and now the third monarch is creating his cleansing record.
Just like his achievements and accomplishments, the scope and intensity of the third monarch’s family purges exceeded those of his father and grandfather.
As the massacre and executions persisted, a bloody mist appeared above the execution grounds, expanding in all directions, seemingly enshrouding the entire Royal City in a bloody ambiance.
During this Golden Dragon Lord’s rectification and cleansing of family and kingdom forces, the sword cry of the Nine Swords Grandmaster echoed through Elisium City.
In this city dominated entirely by the Dragon Clan, Dragon Species, and Dragon-men, a half-elf with impure lineage burst forth with unprecedented brilliance. No legend could suppress her sword light; instead, many bled and were defeated beneath her sword light.
"How many matches has she won already?"
"Twenty-eight? Or was it twenty-nine?"
"It’s thirty!"
"Are you kidding? A mere half-elf acting so recklessly in Elisium City! Where is the Starfall Sword, Sword Saint Samuel?"
"He lost long ago—his sword was broken."
"Truly shameful, what about the Punishment Sword, Judge Bern?"
"Look, he’s right there."
Everyone turned their gaze and saw a high-ranking Dragon-man with a somber face, arms crossed, occupying the best position, observing the projected images from the arena’s half-plane.
Those with sharp eyes noticed that the luster of dragon scales on his two arms was uneven, bright and dim. The arm he held had an aura of nascent youthfulness and fragility.
"This arm was severed, wasn’t it? It quite obviously regenerated not long ago."
"Keep your voice down! Can’t you see he’s in a foul mood now?"
"How utterly incapable; does the vast Elisium, with its three million Dragon-men, truly lack someone to defeat this half-elf?"
"Before accusing others of incompetence, look at yourselves first, and you do know who this Nine Swords Grandmaster is, right? Losing to her is not disgraceful."
"Who doesn’t know, the consort of Atlas Kingdom’s first monarch."
"Her current title is the Blade of Victory!"
"Rumor has it that she received praise from Casius at a young age for obtaining Titan Glory."
"So what? Letting her achieve victory in Elisium City, what does that make us Dragon-men? Her stepping stones to fame?"
"Should we invite an Ancient Dragon to intervene?"
"Shut up! Isn’t this shameful enough?!"
Unchallengeable and indomitable, this was the invincible pose of Nine Swords Grandmaster Edith, when she returned to Elisium after centuries of silence.
Among the Dragon-men, none could best this Nine Swords Grandmaster, thus cementing her esteemed reputation as the Blade of Victory.
Neither utilizing force to dominate nor wielding excess power, this near-Saint would always suppress strength to equal the realm of her opponent when stepping onto the stage, never exerting more than necessary. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
For this reason, Dragon-men defeated under her hand merely felt their own incompetence without resentment, since every Dragon-man who dueled her sensed her terrifying oppressive force in sword skill, like a blazing sun—invincible, daunting to gaze upon.
Conceding in awe, losing was simply losing, and while the Dragon-men could accept defeat, they were defeated far too frequently and saw no glimmer of victory, leading to a breakdown in some Dragon-men’s mentality.
Silently, a figure appeared in the main stands of the arena, watching the sword fight occurring within the half-plane, specifically designed for legends because no city could withstand the aftermath of legendary battles.
Though situated within a half-plane, it seemed that the familiar gaze was discerned; originally intending further exploration of the Dragon-man’s battlefield-honed swordsmanship, Edith now lost patience.
"Sorry! I have matters to attend to!"
Her sword light, like a rainbow hanging in the sky, instantly vanquished all resistance of the Dragon-man Sword Saint, fountains of blood gushed forth, and the swiftly defeated Dragon-man wore a face of helplessness followed by relief.
