Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 833 - 464: O City in the Sky, Shine with the Sun and Moon!

The cold wind from the Extreme North Icefield swept across the Five Great Lakes, penetrating the Continent. Under the shroud of night, the capital city Otavi trembled in the cold wind, and on its streets and alleys, human presence was almost nonexistent; barely anyone walked in the streets.

Occasionally, Dragon Cavalry clad in Silver Scale Breastplate and wielding Steam Rifles would gallop by, their pitch-black short cloaks almost melding with the night. The occasional low growl from Dragon Beasts sent a chill down the spines of certain creatures venturing in the dark.

The cold wind was like a whip in the hand of a winter maiden, lashing the entire city mercilessly. Most parts of Otavi were tightly enveloped in darkness, and law-abiding citizens had already drifted into their dreams amidst the howling of frost-laden winds.

Yet from Otavi's Sun Palace heading south, through Candlelight Day Street, following Maple Day Street and White Dew Street, all the way to the end of Dragon Roar Street, one could see a sea of lights shining brightly.

The Ovita First Dragon Cavalry Military Academy, Second Army Officer Academy, Third Navy University, Architecture College, Federation Administrative College... This was the world-renowned Ovita University City, where dozens of universities gathering the best teaching resources and elite talents of the Continent were concentrated.

Thirty-nine years ago, the Holy Dragon Immortal City descended from the outside world, and in less than ten years, it exhausted the Essence of all nations on the Continent, and then naturally received the letters of surrender from various countries.

After the nations of the Continent all submitted to the Dragon Clan from outside the world, a boy of local birth, wandering among the people but possessing Dragon Blood, was recognized by the Immortal City and appointed as the Federation President of the Sadies Continent nations, establishing the new capital Otavi and commanding the nations.

From the boy's own power and age, being appointed as the Federation President seemed like child's play, yet this was the deliberate arrangement made by the Immortal City's Commander.

The Commander of the Immortal City wanted those rulers from the nations who had already submitted but still harbored resentment to understand one thing:

Even just an underage Dragon Descendant, after receiving the support of the Immortal City, could leap to a position above the nations, wielding real power, and not just be a figurehead.

When the Federation of Sadies Continent nations was established, under the management of the young President, Otavi, as the new capital, became the political center of the Continent, and subsequently its economic hub.

Leveraging these special political and economic positions, the seemingly powerless young President relied on the Immortal City, spent thirty years exerting himself to the fullest to develop education and established an unprecedented University City in Otavi within the Continent's history.

In just thirty short years, it attracted and cultivated countless elite talents, injecting an endless stream of new blood into the seemingly hollow Federation.

With the support of this new blood, the President, who was no longer a boy, could even without relying on the Immortal City, convey his decrees to the nations of the Continent, making those weaker nations submit to his will.

This was a game, a war without any bloody conflict. The President, nominally possessing the highest power, continuously stripped the nations of their power, seizing their resources using his political stature.

For those young, energetic, full of vitality, with unlimited potential, eager for change and opportunity, the present is the best era on Sadies Continent.

But for the rulers of various nations, and the Nobles who held power and land in the old times, this is the worst of times; their power and interests are continually eroding, and all they can do is watch.

Any attempt to change or take action to prevent it would signify the beginning of their end, for the Immortal City tolerates no rebellion against the Federation's rule. Should they discover rebellious forces emerging, War Dragon-men, representing the will of the Holy Dragon, would descend from the sky.

That would be the most terrifying annihilation. Once rebellious forces appear, everything related, even mere suspicion, would face the harshest scrutiny, ultimately leading to a grand cleansing.

It would be the most brutal massacre, as the Dragon-men from the Immortal City harbor no pity or mercy. Regarding everything related to rebellion, they would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let even one escape, eradicating the threat without leaving any risk behind.

"Hoo~" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Bai Ye gently exhaled a breath of cold air, this breath of frost far colder than the falling snowflakes in the air, even forming larger ice crystals as it landed on the ground.

As the grandson of the Federation President, Bai Ye's future seemed bright to outsiders, for he had inherited the President's noble Ice Dragon Blood.

But only Bai Ye knew how difficult these years had truly been, with every step he took being fraught with danger like walking on thin ice. His grandfather had many ambitions, and the resistance and pressures he faced were immense and came from all sides.

As the President's grandson, Bai Ye faced the most assassination attempts, kidnappings, poisonings, and intimidations, with too many people wishing to use him to coerce his grandfather.

Even though his grandfather's resolve would not waver, there were still those who wanted to try, knowing it was futile. But what did it matter? It merely cost the lives of subordinates and a pitiful child like him.

If given a choice, Bai Ye would rather be born into an ordinary civilian family, living a simple and poor but peaceful life, rather than being born into the First Family, where he dared not even sleep too deeply.