Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 965 - 530: The Elf God King’s Suspicion

The rich fragrance of grass and trees spread through the air, but it was actually emanating from a pool of blood splashed on the ground, the blood of the Azure Dragons.

"Since you have obtained the power of the Blood Abyss Cyan Dragon Tree, you are subjects of Your Majesty, and must serve him loyally as servants!"

The giant clad in Golden Magic-guided Kinetic Armor stood beneath the Dragon Tree, his voice solemn and indifferent as it resounded through the entire place. There was no one to refute, as all Azure Dragons who might have had objections had already collapsed.

This group of giants who descended from the Floating City in the sky possessed terrifying strength. Just one of them was enough to sweep away the armed group led by the most rebellious leader of the Azure Dragons, Ilya, even re-decapitating him.

The major damage to the Forbidden Army single trooper was a sword mark on the breastplate, and even this mark was self-healing—thanks to memory metal. Consequently, even after subduing the entire field, the armor worn by the Forbidden Army was still shiny and new.

Of course, the reason for such an overwhelming victory was because the Dragon Tree, which should have protected the Azure Dragons, did nothing, and the Red-eyed Green Dragon, coiled around the tree and fed by the Azure Dragons for over a decade, made no move. Instead, upon seeing the Forbidden Army, it was overjoyed, almost willing to act to suppress them.

"May I ask, whom do you serve, Your Majesty?"

The Great Elder, who also received the Dragon Tree's power and gained the Power of Coexistence, stepped forward, his voice trembling.

As a Legend, he could deeply sense the terrifying nature of these giants, each towering over seven meters, not to mention their impeccably incredible armor.

"The Holy Dragon King, Noah, Your Majesty!"

The Forbidden Army member removed his helmet, revealing a stern face covered with Dragon Scales, even forming a bony visage. The two Dragon Horns on his forehead confirmed they were not just decorations on the helmet but grew from his body.

"Noah, Your Majesty."

Many elves and Azure Dragons showed bewilderment. Not only them, but even the legendary Great Elder had a look of confusion in his eyes.

Because he couldn't associate the name of this powerful being with any deity he remembered; he had never heard of this existence.

"Noah, Your Majesty, is not a deity…"

Though the expressions and reactions of the elves and these sub-dragonmen, born from the Dragon Tree's radiated power, made the Forbidden Army quite annoyed.

However, such reactions were normal. Not to mention Noah, Your Majesty, was not a deity that required worship; even a deity keen on propagating in the Mortal World could often only be recognized in the Material Realm where their power was invested. In other worlds, asking might elicit similar native reactions.

"Are you saying this Mother Tree is a creation of Noah, Your Majesty?"

The Great Elder looked exceptionally surprised.

"But this tree is a blessing bestowed upon us by praying to the Elf Gods, brought down by the deities!"

"If this is truly a Mother Tree created by your Elf Gods, then why did it not protect you when I attacked?"

As he spoke, the Forbidden Army raised his palm, and then a sight that shattered the worldview of many Azure Dragons occurred. The Red-eyed Green Dragon they revered as a deity actually docilely lowered its neck from the tree and placed its head in the hand of the Forbidden Army.

Actions speak louder than words. Compared to the blessing of the Elf Gods, it was evident that the Mother Tree had a deeper connection with this group of Golden Giants. The giants were correct; the Mother Tree was a creation of the great being known as Noah.

Thus, even if the native elves wanted to refute, they could find no theory or basis for it. They had to admit the fact that the Mother Tree before them was likely stolen by the god they worshiped.

As for the Azure Dragons, they were indifferent to this and even quite pleased. During the process of losing memory and switching allegiance, they had long abandoned their past faith. Now, knowing the source of their bloodline and power brought them joy.

"I would like to ask, what kind of being is Noah, Your Majesty?"

After accepting a reality so shocking it shattered worldviews, the Great Elder couldn't help but inquire.

"Noah, Your Majesty, is the immortal and eternal Golden Sun, the Savior of the Dusk World, the Ender of the Apocalypse, and the Destroyer of the Abyss…"

In response to the elves' inquiry, the elf who removed his helmet spoke almost without hesitation, recounting many of Noah's exploits and titles.

"Can Noah, Your Majesty, save a world on the brink of shattering?"

The old elf quickly caught onto the crucial point, or rather what he and the tribe needed most.

"Indeed, Noah, Your Majesty, is the Dusk Savior, having rescued more than one world on the verge of falling."

The Forbidden Army's tone carried an unmistakable pride. Although His Majesty had saved more than one world, pulling them back from the brink of destruction, his Favored had not contributed any less.

"Since Your Majesty is the Savior, can our world be saved by Noah, Your Majesty?"

The Great Elder urgently pursued the question, setting aside nearly a millennium's accumulated calmness. This was his world, after all.

Though he had prepared for maintaining the tribe's legacy even after the world fell into the Abyss, the glimpse of salvation now in front of him made him willing to give everything, to pay any price.