Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 975 - 535: Heavenly Demon Descent

Crack～

When the Demon Dragon Monarch, birthed from endless blood battles and slaughter, gazed up at the sky dome and questioned the creator he was unsure existed or the form it took, a bolt of fiery red lightning struck him from above.

The King Dragon, already the mightiest creature of the Dark Forest and commanding the submission of all remaining dragons, had no power to resist under this lightning and immediately plummeted from the towering rocky peak.

"Father, are you not satisfied with this dragon?"

On one side of the sun that hung over the abyss, a divine being descending from Heaven couldn't help but ask. He had observed his father utilizing the power of the abyss to evolve the Dragon Species.

In his view, this newly birthed Dragon Species was perfectly suited for the abyss's environment—bloodthirsty, fierce, decisive, tyrannical, yet restrained and knowledgeable of unity and cooperation. Such a Dragon Species, once thrown into the abyss, would surely massacre more demons.

"It still needs further refinement."

"What do you think is wrong?"

Curiously, Ilya questioned, believing that this type of dragon perfectly met his father's requirements.

"As my creation, it lacks sufficient reverence and loyalty towards me."

This was why Noah struck with a bolt of lightning. The Demon Dragon, transformed and born from endless slaughter, was indeed ruthless, a complete killing machine. But the wisdom granted to it also made it even more cruel and cunning, lacking the necessary reverence, filled with rebelliousness.

In short, in Noah's eyes, such a dragon was full of rebellion.

All the advantages now might one day turn into a blade pointed at him. Although this possibility was extremely low, a look at the past Five-Colored Dragon Queen, Tiamat, would suffice.

In the Five-Colored Dragon Clan created by this Dragon Mother, how many rebellious offspring sought to challenge her? Although most failed and were ruthlessly suppressed, some were even erased, leaving not a single name behind. But there were successful challenges.

The disappearance of the Mother of Evil Dragons, Tiamat, perhaps partly owed to this.

With past lessons right in front of him, how could Noah ignore them? Moreover, the Dragon Species he currently created had significant flaws compared to those created by Dragon Gods. Of course, they also had corresponding advantages proportional to these flaws.

However, the third creation of the Demon Dragon Monarch had flaws that Noah could not tolerate. Being a fierce creature that transformed into a dragon through endless slaughter and battle, it was unlikely to show loyalty, let alone respect for him as the creator.

If this were to be the starting point for proliferation, future rebellious offspring and treacherous subjects would inevitably emerge in droves. Although most would not have the qualifications to challenge him as the Dragon King, even a small fraction would be enough to annoy Noah. Therefore, before any issues arose, Noah prepared to correct and adjust this.

The Demon Dragon, howling at the sky, did not die after being struck by lightning, for the bolt did not bring destruction but infinite vitality. However, this vitality infused into the Demon Dragon was far from pleasant.

Because the life force descending with the lightning condensed rapidly within its body, using its flesh and blood as a foundation, it began nurturing a new life.

Roar～

When the dragon group, following this dragon in battle to the end, gathered around with fear and worry, they saw their leader struggling in pain and roaring in anguish.

In the next moment, the heavy dragon scale armor that grew and evolved on this Demon Dragon suddenly showed alarming cracks and began shattering layer by layer, as if the essence within had been entirely drained, leaving only debris and remnants.

Under the fearful and uneasy gaze of the dragon group, a sharp dragon claw soon tore through their commander's skin, emerging from the withered and decaying broken dragon body.

It was a dragon similar in form to their leader, yet greatly different. The major distinction was the dragon scales, which were primarily golden with a silver-white underbelly, accented with a mysterious black hue.

Aside from these, only minor adjustments were made in the details of the dragonbody. Referring to the past, perhaps this was another stage of transformation and evolution for the leader.

Yet when the dragon group saw the gaze that the newly born dragon cast upon them, instinct prompted them to make the correct choice.

Run!

Without any hesitation, for the gaze from the dragon born from their leader's body contained no warmth or emotion, only a pure desire for slaughter.

Unfortunately, within this Dark Forest whose borders had long been sealed, the space for movement was limited. Hence, no matter how the dragon group tried to escape, they could not evade their ultimate fate.

Of course, there were dragons that attempted to resist, but this dragon had inherited nearly all of their leader's strength. Even without any consciousness, relying purely on instinct, the deeply ingrained combat instinct in its flesh and blood was sufficient to easily massacre the dragon group.

After slaughtering all the Demon Dragons, obeying some instinct or perhaps a kind of instruction from afar, the dragon, noble as a monarch yet without consciousness, gathered all the Demon Dragon corpses in one place.

Then, the dragon did not devour the flesh of these Demon Dragons. Instead, a hazy black mist flowed from its body, seemingly possessing spirituality, and permeated into the flesh and blood of these Demon Dragon corpses.