Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 418 Wow, you’re so hard!
"Your wings are so beautiful, can I touch them?"

The bloodlines inherited from the ancestral golden dragon and the six-winged archangel were perfectly combined, allowing Eliade to grow six extremely brilliant and splendid wings behind him.

Golden dragon scales covered the wing bones. Under the dragon scales, it gradually changed into a feather-like shape. At the end of the wing, it had turned into golden feathers like sword blades, clanging like a divine sword.

Born with six golden wings, Iliad has been the focus of attention since he was a child. He has received countless attentions and admiration and praise from many people, some with ulterior motives and some from the bottom of their hearts.

Eliade was already very accustomed to such looks and admiration, but he had never encountered such a presumptuous request since he was a child. This made the son of a golden dragon and an angel particularly uncomfortable.

"May I?"

Facing Eliade's silence, the Archangel Hela arranged by Ophelia did not give up and still maintained an active offensive posture.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Then, in Iliad's silence, for the first time, a being other than an enemy touched his wings with a palm rather than a blade.

"Wow, your wings are so hard!"

The Archangel uttered an exclamation that made Eliade even more silent.

Seeing that Elijah still had no reaction, the archangel, who had already come close to him and bent down to observe and touch him, went around behind him.

This action made Eliade instinctively tense his body. The hazy light emitted by the six wings vibrated, creating ripples and circles of seemingly beautiful and gorgeous light waves.

The ripples overlapped and turned into a halo that enveloped Iliad, pushing away the angel who had stretched out his hand and was about to do something evil.

Without waiting for the angel to say anything, five halos condensed behind Eliade, and a field spread out, suppressing all living creatures that could move except him.

"Wow, Your Highness Elijah, spare my life!"

"Feel sorry!"

Eliade, who was reacting completely on instinct, quickly realized that something was wrong. After lifting the domain, he immediately turned to look at Hela, but saw that this angel, who seemed dignified and gentle, but was actually extremely lively and agile, with a huge contrast, was standing not far away, looking at him with a smile, without any sign of being suppressed by the domain.

"Are you OK?"

Iliad had long felt that the angel in front of him was unusual, and now it was just his perception coming true. He frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed and asked politely.

"You are very good in your field. It's a bit unusual."

Hela praised him, but then she changed her tone.
"It's just that you lack a sense of security. This is an area you honed on the battlefield. You suppress everyone indiscriminately. Don't you have anyone around you who is trustworthy and can fight alongside you?"

"No."

Eliade did not explain how complicated his domain was. It contained the power of words inherited from his father. There were legends that could ignore this repressive force, but these legends were more or less tainted with some divine power.

"Then you are really lonely!"

"I'm used to it."

"Maybe you should change your habits in the future."

"Ok?"

Elijah looked at Hela in confusion, thinking that there was something special about the future Angel Legion, and asked immediately,

"What is the Forbidden Ruins?"

"Battle Angel's favorite place."

Hela curled her lips and replied disapprovingly,

"Nothing special."

"How can I find warriors there who are willing to follow me?"

"There will be no problem for you. There is no problem with your bloodline. What happens next depends on your own ability. You can take away as many angels as you can defeat."

"How much can you take away if you win?"

In just a moment, Eliade's eyes lit up like torches.

His mother said she would help him form an army of angels, but there was no limit on the number.

"Don't think too much. Do you think this is a one-on-one duel between knights? What about those two-winged and four-winged angels? Will they let you take them away if you see them? How is that possible? How can such a beautiful thing happen?"

Seeing Iliad's demeanor change, as if he was a puppet transformed into a living person, Hela's tone became even worse.

"How do I take it away?"

"One man against an army. You fight against the angels alone. If you win, you take everything away. If you lose, you go back to where you came from."

"Sounds interesting."

There was a golden light flashing in Eliade's eyes, and he looked eager to try, which was completely different from his previous reaction.

"It seems you are looking forward to it."

Silently, a small hand once again touched the forbidden area of ​​Eliade that had never been touched by anyone.

"..."

Eliade turned his head and silently watched the angel with his naughty hands.
"Hey, this way you won't overreact."

Facing Iliad's gaze, Hela was completely unaware and had no intention of restraining herself.

"Because I saw it."

Eliade managed a word.

"Oh, it's okay if you see it."

The angel grasped the end of a golden feather and tugged gently.
"It's so strong that I can't pull it off! Won't your feathers fall off?"

"will not."

Eliade turned back into a puppet again, lifeless, without energy, and looking dry.

"Not a single one? How could that be? I obviously dropped a lot, so why didn't you drop any? How did you do it? Can you teach me?"

The angel seemed extremely unwilling.

"I was born this way, I can't teach you anything."

"Oh, is there such an advantage to being a hybrid of an angel and a dragon?"

Hela uttered a cry of surprise, and then a whine of resignation.
"Why am I not a half-blood? Then I wouldn't have to worry about hair loss."

"..."

Eliade had no idea how to comfort him, as this involved his blind spot and was beyond his cognition.

"Can you give me one of your golden feathers? I promise to protect it with the highest level of alchemical matrix and treasure it for the rest of my life."

Seeing that Elijah still had no expression on his face, Hela did not give up.

"If you feel that you are at a disadvantage, I can trade with you. You give me your feathers and I will give you my fallen hairs. I will use ten, no, a hundred, to exchange one of your feathers. How about that? Isn't it great? Do you want to consider it? You will make a lot of money."

“I don’t have the habit of collecting.”

Facing the angel's attack like a raging storm, Eliade stood still like a mountain.

"It didn't happen before, but it may happen in the future."

"These are of no use to me."

Eliade, a pragmatist, said so. It's not that he was stingy with a golden feather, but he didn't know what the use of it was, whether it was his own or the angel's.

"It's useless? How can it be useless?"

Hela was very dissatisfied with the puppet's answer.

"Would you like to touch my wings? They are much softer than yours."

"it is good."

Faced with the angel's active invitation, Elijah agreed without hesitation, took a step forward, stretched out his big hand, and placed it on Hela's wings.

The six-winged Seraphim, who had been extremely enthusiastic, proactive and seemingly generous, suddenly fell into a stalemate, because Elijah's reaction was completely beyond her expectations. She did not expect that this guy, who was as stunned as a puppet, could be so proactive and bold that he actually dared to touch her.

“It’s really soft and feels very nice.”

Eliade did not notice the angel's stiffness. Even if he did, he would not be able to tell that the angel was in an abnormal state because he had never seen him before and had never come into contact with him.

"Ahahaha, yeah, I told you mine is different, so what? Do you want to exchange with me?"

Hela laughed immediately, but this time, her laughter was filled with guilt and lack of confidence, because the situation was a little beyond her expectations.

"Yes, but I can't imagine what use it would have."

Eliade still struggled with the practical use of feathers.

"Can I use your feathers to kill the demon?"

Hela felt like she was facing a puppet again. The action just now should be just the random performance of the puppet and there is no need to worry.

"It's too soft and too small for combat use."

"I do, can you care?"

Seeing Iliad thinking seriously, Hela was so angry that she laughed.

"As for my feathers, I'll make you a feather cape. That's fine, right? If you say it's useless again, you can go find the Forbidden Ruins on your own."

"This can still be used, but isn't it a little too little to use a hundred feathers to make a feather cape?"

Eliade raises new doubts.

"I will make it for you even if I have to use a thousand or ten thousand feathers, even if I have to pluck out all my own wings. I will do what I say."

The angel couldn't help but say viciously.

"You don't need that. You shed a lot of hair, don't you? You can use those fallen feathers."

"..."

……

"Terra, have you been busy recently?"

"What's wrong, father? I'm not very busy. I just wiped out a group of Yanyang evil cult troops. The situation here is temporarily stable."

"If you have nothing else to do, you can consider going to heaven to visit your brother."

Noah suggested.

"Me? Going to the heavens?"

Teramus just felt confused and didn't know why.
"I should go visit my brother. Has something happened to him? How can I help? Isn't his mother in heaven? If he can't solve the problem himself, what's the point of me going there?"

"As for emotional matters, your brother is currently in contact with a very special angel. I think you are more experienced in this area, and you happen to be brothers, so you can go and give him some advice. I think he will be able to listen to what you say."

Noah explained.

Noah was naturally particularly concerned about the situation of his eldest son in heaven. As his power had grown to its current size, he certainly had some spies in heaven.

In a place with abundant spirituality, fairies will naturally be born. He happened to have several fairy queens under his command. Although they were severely transformed into dragons, they also possessed the corresponding fairy postures.

"A very special angel? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Teramus, who had been somewhat lazy and even showed resistance, perked up immediately upon hearing this and asked with great interest.

"Of course it's a female angel. A male angel? Does that sound reasonable to you?"

Noah snorted.

"It's not impossible."

Teramus didn't care about this. He had seen too many things in the underground world that were beyond worldly ethics and morals. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this. It was simply bland.

"Ok?"

"Okay, father, let's talk about this female angel. What's so special about her?"

Seeing that his father was showing signs of anger, Tairamus immediately became obedient.

"Her background is somewhat special, but the details are unclear. I have arranged an investigation.

But the most special thing is that she took the initiative to contact your brother, but your brother didn't know how to respond. I hope you can go to heaven and give him some advice in this regard, understand?"

"Understood. I'll pack up and go to the heavens for a stroll!"

At this moment, Teramus had no resistance at all. He was so eager to try, as if he was being pursued by an angel.

"Well, contact your brother before you go, and go directly to him if you have any questions."

"no problem."

Noah provided the best assistance to his eldest son. In this regard, no matter how conceited Noah was, he had to admit that he was not as good as his second son.

As the saying goes, every profession has its specialties, and professional matters should be left to professionals. However, Teramus, who was highly expected by Noah, only stayed in heaven for less than five days before returning with a gloomy face.

"Didn't I tell you to go help Elijah? Why are you back so soon?"

"He doesn't need me at all!"

Teramus's face was full of discomfort, as if he had encountered something extremely frustrating and was full of anger but had no place to vent.

"How to say?"

Noah asked curiously. It was difficult for him to get first-hand information from the heavens now because a certain Seraph had blocked all his communications and didn't want to listen to him.

"They both make me sick!"

Telramus took a sip and then began to complain to Noah.
"Do you know what my sister-in-law Hela gave my eldest brother? She gave him a feather cape woven with her feathers. And my eldest brother wore the feather cape every day. From the time I came to him until I left, I never saw him take it off once."

“Isn’t that great?”

"Do you know what gift my eldest brother gave me in return?"

"Don't keep me in suspense!"

Noah warned once.

"My eldest brother was like an idiot. He plucked sixteen feathers from his body and collected a lot of dragon scales. He asked a dwarf godcrafter to use these as raw materials and add a lot of god materials to forge a set of flying knives and gave them to my eldest sister-in-law."

Telramus cursed. Although he had many dragon partners, his dragon partners had never given him any gifts to express their love. Of course, he was no different and had never given any gifts to express his love.

(End of this chapter)