Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 370 Noah, Do You Think I Dare Not Kill You?
"Father, I have passed the temple assessment. From now on, I am a glorious Knight of the Flaming Sun. I have received my first baptism of divine grace."

When the young Rune returned to his own territory with a joyful face and reported the good news to his baron father, he was somewhat confused to find that his father did not show any joyful smile. Instead, his face was extremely gloomy, as if water seemed to be dripping out of it.

"Father, what's wrong?"

Lu En couldn't help but stop and look down at the Yan Yang Yao Wen on his body. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, he asked with great confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me before you were baptized by divine grace?"

The baron asked in a hoarse voice. Although he tried his best to remain calm, anyone could feel the rage and anxiety hidden in his words.

"But isn't the baptism of divine grace one of the rewards you will get after passing the assessment? Father, you have been asking me to take the assessment just for the baptism, right? Now that I have received divine grace, our family will be a noble family favored by God from today on."

Rune couldn't understand his current situation at all. Wasn't his current achievement what his father had always dreamed of? Why did his father look so desperate after he passed?

"God-favored nobles? Ha!"

The baron sneered, but his laughter revealed an indescribable despair.
"You have failed the assessment for four consecutive years. Do you know why you succeeded this year?"

"That's because my daily efforts have paid off and I've received the bishop's recognition..."

"Bullshit effort, what's your level? Don't you know it yourself?"

The baron could no longer maintain the dignity of a nobleman and started to curse his son, whom he was once most proud of.

"Let me tell you, the reason you can pass the test and become a Knight of the Flaming Sun is because the Dragon Country on the other side of the continent has declared war on our Theocracy. The front line has been breached, and the Theocracy needs more combat power and cannon fodder, and you happened to offer yourself up. Now, you will drag our family down with you into destruction."

"Father, what are you talking about?"

Hearing his father's insulting words, Rune was completely stunned.
"What Dragon Kingdom? What front line was broken? What on earth happened? Am I dreaming?"

"dream?"

The baron grabbed the vase on the table and smashed it hard on his son's head. As blood dripped from the young man's forehead,

"I hope you are dreaming, but tell me, are you in pain now?"

"pain."

Intense pain spread, and although the Flaming Sun Pattern he had just obtained was gradually emitting a warmth that helped him relieve the pain and speed up the healing of his wounds, this sudden change almost shattered the young man's will.

"It's right that it hurts, because this is the damn reality. The Theocracy has been dragged into the war. On the way back, didn't you notice anything wrong?"

The Baron said indifferently, not caring at all about the atrocities committed against his son due to a momentary loss of control of his emotions. After all, the family would be destroyed and even he himself would be in danger.

"After I passed the assessment, I spent fifty years of Golden Sun Coins and used the temple's teleportation array to rush back. I didn't pay attention to what you said."

"I neglected to teach you in this area, and as a result, you became so stupid that you could destroy our family.

If your stupidity could be turned into an object, I think it would be the strongest thing in our family, enough to be passed down from generation to generation. "

The Baron couldn't help but sigh when he heard his child's answer.

"Father, what exactly is the Dragon Kingdom?"

"Have you heard of the Holy Dragon?"

"Some impressions."

Rune frowned, his face unconsciously showing disgust and aversion. According to him, this dragon clan also has the title of Golden Sun, which is an invisible blasphemy and insult to the Lord of the Flaming Sun whom he believes in.

"He declared war on the Theocracy. In less than ten days, his legion completely wiped out the three Knights Templar orders, including the Blazing Dawn, the Blazing Vanguard, and the Crimson Judgment. The border has been lost."

"This is impossible!"

Hearing what his father said, Rune subconsciously rejected it.

The Knights Temple could be said to be his highest pursuit, but he knew that it was out of reach for him to join the Knights Temple, so he could only dream about it. But now his father told him that his ideals and pursuits had been completely wiped out by a dragon legion he hated.

His dreams were shattered, his pursuits gone.

"What's impossible? Do you want the dragons to fly over your head before you believe it?"

The Baron sneered.

"How could the Knights of the Theocracy be so weak? Isn't His Majesty the Lord of the Flaming Sun still watching us? I felt it when I was baptized."

"The Knights of the Theocracy are certainly not weak, but the power of the Dragon Kingdom is too strong!"

When the baron mentioned the dragon clan, he couldn't help showing fear on his face.

"The power of the dragon race is too strong compared to us humans."

"No matter how powerful a dragon is, it will fall under the glory of the Lord of the Flaming Sun!"

The blood on Rune's forehead had scabbed over and was no longer flowing, but his eyes were determined. Since birth, he had been trained to become a Knight of the Flaming Sun, and his faith was even more devout than that of a devout believer.

“Heh, what if dragons appear in droves?” The Baron threw out a battlefield recording crystal that he had acquired at great expense. It was because of what he saw recorded in the crystal that he collapsed after learning that his son had become a Sun Knight.

Once they become a family favored by God, they no longer have the right to refuse the call of the religious order.

Because while the God-favored nobles enjoy many benefits, they must also fulfill their obligations, and fighting for the glory of the church is one of the responsibilities of the God-favored nobles.

But they have to fulfill their obligations before they can enjoy their rights. But what is the difference between stepping onto such a battlefield and committing suicide?
The young man activated the crystal with confusion, and the image projected from it made this fanatical believer stunned on the spot.

A giant dragon as big as a mountain was dancing in the sky. Its scales, which were so hard that even a crossbow could not penetrate them, were shining with a cold metallic glow. Under the power of the dragon clan, the swarming elements turned into a terrifying elemental torrent that washed over the ground.

The blood dyed the earth red in just an instant, broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky, and the blood mixed with minced meat gathered into streams and flowed on the earth. It was a purgatory-like scene, and the remaining soldiers had expressions of fear and despair on their faces that were difficult to conceal.

This was just a terrifying scene created by a dragon. This huge bronze dragon, as big as a mountain, simply circled in the sky, launched a round of spell attacks on the army below, and destroyed the legion. There were dozens or even hundreds of dragons like this in the distant picture projected by the crystal, and it was difficult to count them all at once.

"Why are there so many dragons?"

No matter how devout the faith is, it cannot erase the gap in reality. Even Rune, a fanatical believer, has to admit that if the legend does not come, ordinary armies will not be able to fight against such a dragon clan.

"It is said that the Lord of the Flaming Sun sent a descendant of God to assassinate the Holy Dragon, but unfortunately the Holy Dragon survived, so he declared war on the Theocracy."

"This is impossible!"

After hearing his father's explanation of the cause of the war, Rune subconsciously retorted that how could His Majesty, who possessed the power of the sun, do such a despicable and shameless thing? This was inconsistent with the image described in the doctrine and scriptures.

"There's no point in refutating me. You can go talk to those dragons instead."

"..."

The baron glanced at his silent offspring, tried to calm down, and then made a decision.
"You should receive a call from the cult soon. I will probably be within the call-up range and go with you. However, the family cannot be destroyed. So I decided to sell and divide the assets. The family must survive."

The fact was just as the Baron had expected. His son came back and had not even had time to sit down when the order from the Order came. The whole family was recruited as God's favored nobles.

The baron did not try to resist this order. Although he was not optimistic about the outcome of the war, he did not believe that the Church would be destroyed because it was a country favored by the gods.

However, after being transferred into the army by the cult and stepping onto the battlefield, the father and son discovered that even though they were prepared for the harsh battlefield environment, they still greatly underestimated it after actually encountering it.

Boom~
The scorching river of fire, the leaping violent thunder, the dead silent frozen air... Even the dragons soaring in the sky, without casting exquisite spells, could cause all the legions that set foot on the battlefield to collapse and die simply by breathing out dragon breath.

This was a massacre, an extremely unequal war. The air force that the Church had finally assembled was facing a group of giant dragons. It was useless to even think about gaining air superiority. They would be doomed if they went up.

When the new recruits stepped onto the battlefield, they saw the enemy but could not even touch the enemy. They could only passively and humiliatingly accept the unilateral massacre. This kind of frustrating situation continued until Rune came into contact with the Dragon Kingdom’s army.

"I am a noble Knight of the Flaming Sun, a filthy half-giant, a sinful heretic, accept your judgment!"

Faced with a golden dragon giant that was more than twice his size and height, the devout and resolute young man charged at the giant on the battlefield without hesitation. He wanted to prove his devotion to the Lord of the Flaming Sun on the battlefield.

Facing the Divine Grace Knight who was charging at him without knowing his own life or death, and who was also very courageous, the Dragon Man of the Warband, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, raised his square warhammer and smashed it down.
Boom~
Minced meat and bone residue mixed with broken metal fragments were thrown in a fan-shaped pattern and scattered evenly on the ground. Of course, many of them directly penetrated the bodies of the people around them, severely injuring them instantly.

This is a one-sided killing, because the dragon people walking on the battlefield are all equipped with standard magical weapons, and this kind of splash damage cannot even wear off the paint on the armor.

"..."

His cold and merciless eyes swept over the two thighs that dangled in the air and then fell into the blood mud. The dragonman of the regiment trampled over them, continued to raise his warhammer, and smashed down at the target.

As for the human knight who launched a fearless charge at him but was smashed by his hammer so hard that only his two thighs were left, the dragon man forgot about him in a blink of an eye, and there was no memory of him left in his mind.

Because he had dealt with too many similar Divine Grace Knights on the battlefield, there was no need to remember them. At most, he just recorded their number so that he could calculate the military merits after the battle.

"No, Rune!"

The baron, who was also forced to go to the battlefield, happened to see the tragic end of his son who was beaten to death with only two legs left. Although similar scenes were happening around him every moment, it was undoubtedly unacceptable for the same thing to happen to him.

"Great Lord of the Flaming Sun, you watch your lambs being slaughtered by heretics. How long will you remain silent? Are you going to wait until we are all exterminated?"

Desperate cries rang out across the battlefield. This defensive war had already mobilized one-third of the Theocracy's armed forces. If they failed again, half of the Theocracy's land would fall, and the remaining half would inevitably fall without divine intervention.

Amid the desperate cries and prayers of tens of thousands of devout believers, divine light erupted in the center of the battlefield, and the majesty and domain of the gods swept across the entire field.

The dragonmen of the war band that were running rampant on the battlefield began to move slowly and with difficulty, while the giant dragons circling and dancing in the air immediately distanced themselves from the center of the battlefield.

In the midst of this battlefield upheaval, there was only one giant dragon that did not retreat but advanced. This giant dragon had been hovering outside the battlefield, watching the direction of the war without interfering.

But now, golden holy light burst out from his body, turning into halos, covering his figure. From afar, it was like a golden sun falling from the sky, endless light and heat dissipating from his body, and this time, the light was no longer just warmth, but turned into sharp swords, piercing through every person on the battlefield who had a devout belief in the Lord of the Flaming Sun.

Noah didn't mind slaughtering the weak on the battlefield. Once he stepped onto the battlefield, there was no strong or weak, only enemies and friends. As long as he killed enough, his followers would face fewer threats, which was equivalent to reducing the loss of his own forces in disguise.

"Noah! You've gone too far. Do you think I dare not kill you?"

The battlefield was covered with a layer of flesh, blood, and mud, and there was a raging flame burning. Under the cover of the flame, the flesh and blood filth slowly melted and condensed towards the center of the battlefield, turning into a golden cocoon.

However, when this giant cocoon was taking shape, it was torn apart from the inside, and a being enveloped in the divine light of the corona and shining with the glory of the sun walked out.

(End of this chapter)