Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 221 - 158: It’s Getting Cold, Time to Put on an Extra Piece of Clothing_2

Chapter 221: Chapter 158: It’s Getting Cold, Time to Put on an Extra Piece of Clothing_2

However, the experienced angels had already surrounded them, singing sacred hymns from Heaven. The holy light purified these tainted souls, gradually cleansing them until they dissipated into nothingness.

"Sigh!"

Seeing those souls, with smiles on their faces, ultimately fading away in the holy radiance, Noah let out a sigh.

"We have already achieved the final victory, why are you sighing?"

Seeing Noah showing a hint of sadness, Ophelia, the Main Angel who had been guarding him ever since the Golden Dragon breached Bronze City, curiously asked.

"Do you know the legends regarding the reincarnation of souls?"

"Soul reincarnation? Are you referring to the Divine’s...?"

The Main Angel was startled, showing a bit of hesitation.

"No, I’m not referring to the reincarnation of the Divine, I’m talking about the souls of ordinary people."

Noah shook his head. The reincarnation of the Divine was just entering the Material Realm to experience mundane life, of course, some gods with great resolve and ambition truly dared to start anew, but they had many safeguards. Those gods that dared to reincarnate mostly returned to the Sky Dome, transforming into immortal stars, illuminating the worlds.

"How is it possible for the souls of ordinary people to reincarnate?"

Hearing the Golden Dragon’s words, the angel thought Noah was joking with her and couldn’t help but laugh.

"Why can’t the souls of ordinary people reincarnate?"

"Because they are too fragile. Even without any evil force’s guidance, mundane beings’ souls, once deceased, will fall into the Nether River.

If not sheltered by the Divine, these souls would be washed by the waters of the Nether River, becoming blank, losing all memories, and eventually, these souls would be shattered. Flowing towards the Abyss and Hell."

The angel noticed that the Golden Dragon was serious but didn’t understand why the Dragon would pose such a question lacking common sense to her.

"I heard there was once a Paladin’s soul, because it was not guided, actually completed reincarnation in the Abyss, turning into a demon."

Noah dug into his legacy memory for a rumor, which, of course, could be considered a scandal by some gods.

"Indeed, that was the negligence of All Gods. It was because the Paladin only had faith in the Holy Light but did not have faith in any specific god, that he ultimately fell into the Abyss... What exactly are you trying to say?"

The angel felt something was off with this Golden Dragon, especially after seeing hundreds of thousands of souls purified.

"I was thinking, why isn’t there a force in the world that can embrace all mortals, protect all the souls of mortals from harm, and even give them a chance to reincarnate."

"How could there be such a power? The only thing that meets your demands might be the Nether River, but even the most ancient Death God in legends can’t do what you said." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"What if one could control the Nether River and alter its rules..."

"Were you hit on the head by a devil? Let me take a look."

The angel reached out a hand towards the Golden Dragon’s head, but was met with a playful swat away by the Dragon.

"I’m just proposing a hypothesis, if you think it’s outrageous, you can consider it a joke between us."

"Stop thinking wildly, Noah, I know you have a compassionate heart, but some things are best proposed when you have the appropriate power."

"What compassion? I’m a dragon who could be indifferent to millions falling into famine!"

Noah sneered, remembering some of his experiences in the south.

"But your Noah’s Book has already been updated to the fifth edition."

"Because someone needs it."

Boom——

The Gate of Hell completely shattered, and with the collapse of the gateway spanning two realms, a visible wave of energy shot into the sky, scattering the clouds enshrouding the heavens.

Yet as the gateway shattered, the cross-realm passage collapsed, and space healed, a voice filled with venomous malice traveled over from the distant end of time and space, chilling those who heard it to the bone.

"Casius! I will definitely drag you into Hell!"

As this voice sounded, the hellish catastrophe in the Eastern Continent came to a definitive end, and the era of turmoil seemed on the brink of conclusion. This land appeared poised to soon restore its former peace and stability.

While this was a matter that brought joy and excitement to countless people, one cannot ignore that in the central and southern parts of the Continent, two portals remained standing, continuously transporting demons from the Abyss and Hell, invading and trampling the living beings of this land, plundering endless resources and souls.

Though the disaster was not over and the turbulent times continued, the Eastern Territory, where clouds seemed to have lifted, was already resonating with some rather noisy voices.

Rebuild the Kingdom!

The Aristoria United Kingdom was now a thing of the past. When devils constructed a Gate of Hell on top of the former capital city, invading the Material Realm, that nation had declared its dissolution and demise.

Even though the strongest mage of the Kingdom wasn’t seen falling, nor was his corpse found, just the foundation of the Mage Tower was enough to indicate that this old mage likely met an unfortunate end.

Of course, no one cared about the old mage’s life or death; he merely represented the Kingdom’s former legitimacy. Now, without legitimacy, the former Royal Family had no Legends left, and the remaining branches wanting to claim kingship was seen as a joke.

If the king is unworthy of the throne, naturally, there should be a new king. Who should assume this role?

Augustus!

This was the only choice, no one doubted or questioned it. It was the will of the people, where all hearts led.

This man, almost single-handedly destroying the Gate of Hell, was most qualified to become the king to rule the Eastern Territory, leading all Legends, establishing a Kingdom of Royal Authority surpassing the former United Realm.

However, what regretfully surprised many Legends was that this man, so powerful even Near Saints revered, refused without hesitation.

"I am not suited to be a king!"

This was Casius’s response. Faced with the crown offered by many Legends, his gaze didn’t linger even for a moment before he refused.

No one could force Casius, not even the Divine. Faced with such an existence, the only thing others could do was to plead, and when pleading was futile, they could only shift their focus.

The strongest may not wish to be king over all beings; such examples existed before. But it’s okay if his descendants are willing to, that serves the same purpose, no difference.

Furthermore, this man’s own child was no weakling; not only did he possess formidable strength, but his achievements were also apparent, albeit appearing rather tragic and sorrowful.

As a king, however, he could indeed command the people.

"Noah, I’ve had enough!"

The man, with gray temples and a distinctly middle-aged appearance, sought out the Golden Dragon to vent his grievances, pouring out his recent experiences.

Endless envoys visited, persuading him to accept the crown his father refused. No one dared to force his father; naturally, no one would force him either, albeit they used emotion, reason, and logic.

Tidel, even if he wanted to refuse or avoid, couldn’t, because many who came to persuade him held unparalleled status and shared wartime camaraderie with him. Just as that, Tidel’s temperament couldn’t turn them away.

"If you can’t resist, why not accept?"

Listening to the man’s complaints, Noah chuckled and asked mischievously; he found this situation quite delightful.

"You think I should become the new king too?"

Tidel couldn’t help but retort.

"Aren’t you cold?"

"Cold? Of course not..."

"Winter is approaching, the weather is turning cold, I’ve made you a robe, come, put it on!"

The Golden Dragon drew out a golden silk cloak and draped it over the man’s shoulders.