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Chapter 739 - Chapter 739 Chapter 112 Moqiu Liya and the Golden Dragon

Chapter 739: Chapter 112 Moqiu Liya and the Golden Dragon Council_2 Chapter 739: Chapter 112 Moqiu Liya and the Golden Dragon Council_2 Bahamut did not reveal his form, but that solemn, majestic voice echoed in the hall.

“So, it is a Divine Descendant from the Holy Fadlan… After such an ordeal, to still maintain a pure soul, untainted by evil, you are commendable.

Walter Graham, would you wish to reside on Heavenly Mountain, becoming one of my Favored?”

Walter was initially startled, then he swiftly knelt halfway to the ground, bowing with clasped hands in response: “Your Majesty Bahamut, I am honored to receive your praise. To become a Favored of such a glorious and great existence is undoubtedly a supreme honor.

However, I still have my own responsibilities in the Material Plane, and there are hundreds of thousands of Fadlan citizens waiting for me, thus… I cannot accept your command.”

His answer resounded firmly, his voice as hard as steel.

The voice of Bahamut seemed to turn more detached, yet still quite gentle and calm. “Visitor from afar, then–why have you come?”

Hearing the Divine being inquire proactively, Walter showed a pleased expression, and eagerly answered: “Your Majesty Bahamut, my land has been threatened by invaders from the North, so… I wish to seek your aid.

As for my enemy, you should have heard this name–Cassius Klaubow Norixius, he is a brutal and ambitious Red Dragon who has established a vast empire in the North, coveting the ancestral lands of Fadlan.

I suspect he is involved in a conspiracy with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, and I hope you can lend a hand to help us repel the invaders.”

There was a hint of hesitation in Bahamut’s voice. “I appreciate the quality of your commitment to justice, but… I cannot give you direct assistance.

I abide by the teachings of the will of the world, believing that the Divine should not arbitrarily interfere with the affairs of the Material Plane, and this is merely a Mortal war, unrelated to the Five-Colored Dragon Queen.”

Hearing such a response, Walter felt somewhat disappointed, but he still spoke respectfully: “Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. I should not disturb you any further.

My people in my territory, my warriors beneath me are still anxiously waiting for me.”

“Very well.”

“Shua—-”

Bahamut did not respond further, and a whirlwind blew once more, instantly whisking Walter outside the palace.

Walter looked at the distant palace, with no sense of disheartenment, but instead unfolded his wings once again.

This request for aid was merely an attempt, and although the God of Good Dragons could not provide him with direct help, the Metal Dragons in pursuit of order and justice might, and the Golden Dragon Council, whom he had assisted before, was the best choice.

…

At the deepest part of Bahamut’s palace, within the main hall that covers tens of thousands of hectares, eternal wealth was amassed, along with the bones of over a thousand brazen thieves.

This is Bahamut’s residence, typically accompanied by seven loyal and powerful Ancient Metal Dragons on his flanks.

“He is a fine Mortal, brave and good, nearly meeting all my criteria, yet the pity is — he has embarked on a path destined to fail.”

There lay a platinum-colored, long and winding giant dragon coiled upon the throne, his form already beyond mortal comprehension, like a majestic mountain.

His body covered in silvery-white scales, reflected a beautiful luster, and those profound eyes showed the gray-blue of the heart of a glacier — this is the Platinum Dragon King, Lord of the Northwind, the God of Good Dragons, Bahamut.

A massive Silver Dragon, clutching a scepter, lay at his feet and spoke with confusion: “Your Majesty, you mean to say…?”

“The Holy Fadlan is thoroughly dead — starting from when that foolhardy Mortal chose to walk that path, there was no possibility for rebirth.

Without the aid of that Sun God, these Mortals, who are gradually losing their strength, to rebuild Holy Fadlan is simply wishful thinking.”

The Ancient Golden Dragon picked up a crystal ball placed beside him, watching the scene of Walter soaring in the sky with some hesitation, and said: “But… Your Majesty, if that Red Dragon really moves south, might it not cause an irreparable calamity in the Material Plane?”

“Cassius… indeed, he is quite an unruly fellow, although he has the potential to become the Dragon King, he could at any time fall to the other side.”

Bahamut slowly began speaking, and in those azure eyes suddenly emerged countless complex visions.

Heaven, Elysium, Garden of Myriad Beasts, Barto Hell, The Abyss… Those profound eyes seemed to envelop all the Outer Planes within them.

“This is a reluctant measure, to let a barely salvageable giant dragon rule the earth, is still much better than allowing devils, demons, and the Dragon Queen to take advantage when vulnerability arises.”

The Platinum Dragon stood up, spreading its immensely broad wings: “That mortal named Walter is not mistaken.

It’s just… the Material Plane can no longer accommodate a pure idealist.”

…

Moqiu Liya, Majestic Mansion, this is the residence of each elected Golden Dragon Governor, which contains a Star Realm Color Pond that leads to the meeting place of the Golden Dragon Council in the Material Plane.

This luxurious mansion is crafted from hard metals, adorned with gemstones and pearls everywhere, even its walls are gilded with gold.

At the entrance of the mansion, several young Golden Dragons clad in armor are stationed; they are the faithful followers of Bahamut, known by the giant dragons as “Principle Guardians.”

The current Golden Dragon Governor is an Ancient Golden Dragon named Crassus, who has been reelected for six hundred years with immense prestige, hailed by the Good Dragons as the “Gold-plated Sage.”

Every century, this revered Golden Dragon Governor would go to the Material Plane to convene a meeting with Golden Dragons from around the world to elect the next governor and discuss and deal with important affairs.

Decades ago, owing to Walter’s rescue of an Ancient Gold Dragon, the Golden Dragon Council owed him a favor, and Crassus had also given him a solemn promise.

“Halt, mortal.”

At the entrance of the Majestic Mansion, the Golden Dragon Guards standing beside Walter spread their metallic-gleaming wings and displayed a proud and cold demeanor.

Walter, holding his great sword, stood his ground and shouted firmly: “Lord Crassus, do you remember me?

I am your friend, and an ally recognized by the Golden Dragon Clan–Walter Graham from Holy Fadlan.”

“Let him in.”

The deep tone, like an ancient bell, carried a sensation of life’s accumulation and the baptism of the years merely from the sound.

“Yes, Lord Crassus.”

The two Golden Dragon Guards respectfully bowed their heads and dutifully stepped aside.

Walter swiftly walked down the excessively broad path in human eyes, soon arriving deep within the mansion, and the Golden Dragon Governor also revealed his presence.

–That was an impressively colossal Golden Dragon, with a short snout adorned with nose spikes, a pair of matte, metallic horns on its head, and numerous whisker-like barbels around its mouth.

The Ancient Golden Dragon also had very narrow, profound eyes, with the pale gold pupils resembling faded gold, radiating an aura of the passage of time.

The eyes, together with the barbels, granted this Golden Dragon an exceptionally wise appearance. The Platinum Crown atop its head and the Scepter in its claws, carved with milky nebulae and the Polar Star, endowed him with an air of nobility.

This is the current Golden Dragon Governor, the powerful Ancient Golden Dragon known as the “Gold-plated Sage,” Crassus.

Crassus watched the Divine Descendant not far away with pale golden eyes, seemingly having waited for some time, and simply started speaking calmly: “Long time no see, Walter. My friend, for what purpose have you come?”

Walter looked at the Golden Dragon, feeling that it showed no differences from its appearance decades ago.

He gave a wry smile of resignation and then said: “Lord Crassus, I have nowhere else to turn to, and can only seek aid from you–or more precisely, from the Golden Dragon Clan.”

Crassus seemed to have anticipated this, his expression unchanged, he casually asked: “Who is your enemy?”

“Cassius.”

Walter answered truthfully, but he could clearly feel, the moment he uttered that name, the breathing of the Ancient Golden Dragon before him paused noticeably.