Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 183 - 139 The Mocked Great Angel_2

"Such filthy and fallen evil cannot hide from me."

If the Ancestor Dragon in front of her had commissioned her to go into battle, she might have hesitated, but since he was asking her to find a devil, what was there for an angel to hesitate or refuse?

"Then I leave it to you."

Looking at the confident Great Angel, Noah decided to let her give it a try. Although she was a combat-oriented angel, perhaps her search abilities were exceptional too, after all, angels and devils inherently counter each other.

"I will root out every devil in your territory!"

Ophelia declared with confidence.

"Here is some information for you to familiarize yourself with the situation."

Seeing her boast without asking for any details, Noah’s view of this Great Angel began to change slightly.

If this was so easy to resolve, his foster mother wouldn’t have thrown the matter at him. This devil causing trouble in the Augustus family’s territory and its surroundings had previously afflicted Augustus’ vassals.

"If possible, I suggest you change your form to help you move among mortals and investigate without alerting the devils."

"Investigate? I may not have that much time."

Ophelia frowned. In her view, she should simply visit the scene of devil activity, rely on her innate keen insight for evil, track it down, and ultimately cut down the enemy, so what was there to investigate?

"Do you have business in Heaven?"

"There is a time limit for cross-realm descents. How long can your magic power last?"

Ophelia retorted.

With cross-world summoning, every second of her presence requires the summoner to pay magic power to sustain her. When the summoner’s magic power runs out, it will be the moment her avatar collapses.

"If you wish, I can maintain it indefinitely."

Noah said casually.

Had she not mentioned it, he wouldn’t have noticed this slight drain in magic power. To be fair, this angel’s strength was impressive, consuming magic power almost as fast as his recovery rate, requiring him to allocate a part of his spiritual power to maintain balance.

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Ophelia fell silent, and couldn’t help but ask,

"May I ask, have you reached adulthood?"

"Adulthood? Not even close, it might take another two to three hundred years!"

Noah wasn’t sure how long his growth phase had extended, but even enduring another three hundred years to reach adulthood was an optimistic estimate.

"Are you still a young dragon?"

"Juvenile dragon."

The Golden Dragon corrected.

"So small? But you’re already enormous!"

The Great Angel couldn’t restrain her amazement.

"Big? I don’t think I’m big enough."

Noah couldn’t help but shake his dragon wings, feeling satisfied.

"Already quite large."

"Compared to my ancestor, I’m still far off."

Noah shook his head, not content with the angel’s praise. Having seen a true Ancestor Dragon, he knew what stature he should eventually achieve.

Not to mention, regarding the ancestor who, due to unknown influences, grew as round as a sphere, whose size rivalled planetary bodies.

"I want to visit the places where the devil appeared."

"No problem."

Noah decided to accompany her personally. Such minor tasks could have been assigned to others, and he would merely need to maintain the magic power for the angel’s descent, but the devil had already extorted him before, and Noah had long wanted to target him.

Having made the right decision, within just the first day of Great Angel Ophelia’s descent, three hidden but not yet exposed fallen nobles were unmasked, along with hundreds or even thousands of polluted but unaware citizens, who were purified.

Noah wasn’t satisfied with this outcome, as the true devil hadn’t been caught, only some fallen ones, though it shocked the Augustus family leadership.

For before the angel’s descent, the Augustus family had already conducted several internal checks, but it turned out there were still fallen ones beguiled by the devil among them, which was terrifying and chilling to think about.

"Are you capable or not?"

By the fifth day, Noah’s view of the Great Angel Ophelia had changed.

Besides the initial results due to the angel’s racial properties and holy power, she hadn’t achieved anything notable in the following days.

She merely caught a few Tifflins, but they were just pitiful souls with bloodlines polluted by Hell. What annoyed Noah most was that these Tifflins, under evil identification, glowed white.

What does this indicate?

These Tifflins with devil bloodlines had never committed evil throughout their lives, and instead, did good deeds, rare exemplars of virtue.

Do such Tifflins exist? Certainly, but in the unique group of Tifflins, they are extremely rare.

Most struggle to resist their nature, let alone act against it. Tifflins with a Purgatory bloodline are prone to discrimination due to their appearance and face unwarranted attacks. In such circumstances, encountering a few individuals of such virtue, Noah didn’t know how to describe it.

Yet now, such Tifflins appeared en masse right under the noses of him and a Great Angel, could it be mere coincidence? Coincidence my foot!

Noah seemed to see a cunning devil lurking in the dark shadows, mockingly watching him and a useless decorative angel search aimlessly for its traces.

"This is provocation, this is an insult to me!"

Noah was furious, and so was Great Angel Ophelia, who couldn’t contain her rage either upon seeing Tifflins with obvious devil traits, yet glowing all over with white light. She could no longer suppress Noah’s Transformation Technique, revealing her true form and igniting her silver sword into a surging Flame Sword.

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Standing behind the angel, Noah noticed the threads of crimson occasionally appearing on her pristine white wings, and he fell silent.

It seemed he might have summoned a rather eminent scion.

But no matter how good the background is, when it comes to doing real work, what use is it?

This couldn’t conceal the fact that she was a decorative vase, this endless searching had only turned up a group of benevolent Tifflins after five days.

"Enough! Are you planning to vent your anger on these innocent ones following the path of goodness?"

Noah had to step in, standing between the Great Angel and the Tifflins, as the Holy Fire on her was about to burn these poor Tifflins to death. The Purgatory Bloodline would only lead its bearer towards death in such a disparity.

In contrast, mortals faced with such flames felt no burning, only warmth and comfort.

"I..."

Ophelia realized her loss of composure. As a celestial being, she was inherently lofty. In terms of arrogance, it was comparable to the Dragon Clan, but she would slightly restrain it when facing recognized beings.

"Go back, searching for the devil’s traces isn’t suitable for a combat angel like you."

Noah sighed, took out the Golden Horn, and ceased the supply of magic power to the Great Angel,

"Wait!"

Suddenly losing Noah’s support, the Great Angel cried out in surprise, and under the rules repelling her in the Material Realm, her avatar began to collapse.

"I can still..."

But she couldn’t finish her sentence, and without support, the Great Angel disintegrated into countless drops of divine holy rain, sprinkling from the sky to the ground.

"What more can you do? Be mocked by that devil again?"

Noah blew the horn once more and prayed,

"Send a batch of professional and industrious angels, Dragon God bless, no scions!"