Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 240 - 168: Time-Space Amber, Legend Falls

Noah never considered himself the most special being; he just believed that what others could achieve, he could also accomplish.

Conversely, the logic was the same: what he was capable of, others could do as well. Since he could possess dual forms, why shouldn’t other dragons be able to have multiple forms?

Watching as two new heads sprouted from the neck of the heavily wounded Red Dragon, Noah did not panic; instead, he grew even more excited, finding it intriguing.

This was also one of the characteristics of Noah’s current Dark Brilliance Form. At this moment, the thoughts running through Noah’s mind were solely focused on pursuing victory, enjoying the thrill of battle, and seeking enough fun in the fight. In other words, currently, Noah’s mind was filled with muscles.

"I’ve killed many multi-headed dragons, but I’ve never seen one that was undead."

The flesh that had been evaporated and obliterated by the Red Dragon’s Breath started rapidly regenerating, so quickly it was as if time were reversing. In just a few exchanges of conversation, Noah’s injuries had completely healed.

This is Noah’s Life’s Extreme Intent as an Ancestral Dragon Species, his foundation. In contrast, the recovery ability demonstrated by the Red Dragon didn’t seem much worse than Noah’s.

However, Noah could feel that the Red Dragon before him was fighting with its life at stake. Its life was burning intensely; it was sacrificing everything just to pursue great power.

According to some extraordinary professionals’ theories, this dragon had already become a slave to power. It pursued power for the sake of power.

It might sound admirable, but it wasn’t so for other professionals. For a true mage, power was merely an ancillary acquisition on the road to pursuing truth.

For most extraordinary professionals, power was something naturally obtained in the pursuit of a longer life.

Roar!

The moment Noah’s dragon tail withdrew from the head, the injuries on the Flame Hell Tyrant Quetone began to heal. Unlike Noah’s constant and continuous recovery.

Quetone’s injuries accumulated to a certain extent, affecting its combat, then, like a cicada shedding its skin and being reborn, it changed forms and fully recovered within a very short time, refreshing into perfect condition.

"Then today you shall witness my ascension to immortal glory!"

The Flame Hell Tyrant, now with three heads, charged into the sky. At this moment, the offensive and defensive positions seemed to reverse. The Red Dragon, now with two additional heads, had more than just additional heads capable of breathing Dragon Breath.

Its combat style and attack angles changed dramatically as a result. Close combat skirmishes and mid-to-short-range attacks and destruction increased by more than double.

Unfortunately, Noah quickly adapted to fighting and battling the multi-headed dragon. In the Dark Brilliance Form, he indeed abandoned his spell-casting abilities.

Because in a confrontation with an opponent of the same level, like the battle with this Abnormal Dragon before him, the damage from shape-shifting attacks would be largely negated. Many utility spells would also be unusable due to the harsh battlefield environment, such as the Arbitrary Gate and spatial teleportation, which, if used recklessly, could place him in extremely dangerous situations.

However, a dragon’s influence over and control of elements was something he retained regardless of the form he took. Thus, near-rule-like, instantly-cast Word Spirits were enough for Noah to easily offset the advantage of the Red Dragon’s two additional heads.

"Too ugly!"

In the brief moment that the Word Spirit·Nine Luminaries Star Palace trapped the Red Dragon, it left Noah with leisure to critique the Red Dragon’s new form, evaluating from appearance rather than combat perspective.

This was a very fair assessment. The Dragon Clan’s aesthetics could indeed transcend many races, but they were always based on each race’s standards. Naturally, the Dragon Clan had its standards, where large, thick dragon horns, a big and robust body... There were many criteria to evaluate a dragon’s beauty, but having two extra heads was definitely not among them.

To the Dragon Clan, a multi-headed dragon was a genuine monstrosity, although this form did indeed enhance combat capabilities significantly, no dragon would actively pursue it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the nine stars gradually dimmed, the Star Palace constructed from the stars suddenly shattered, and a battered dragon body fell from the sky. Noah quickly delivered the prepared Word Spirit·Candle Sun.

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Likewise, the light streaked across the sky, momentarily dimming the world. Under Noah’s precise control, it pierced through the Red Dragon’s heart. The agony of having its body torn and pierced made the Flame Hell Tyrant emit a painful roar.

But even so, it wasn’t enough to completely kill this dragon. Though Noah mocked it as a short-lived dragon, that was only relative.

The Red Dragon’s lifespan, though inferior to the Metallic Dragon Race’s thousands of years, even when reduced by several times, was still a Longevity Species to mortals, even if it was merely a few hundred years.

"Golden Dragon, I’ll never lose!"

Having turned into a grotesque form, the Flame Hell Tyrant erupted in another intense mutation. The thick and long dragon tail began splitting along the center line, and its tip, as flesh surged, turned into two fiery-red venomous snakeheads, with foul venomous mist permeating the air.

Yet in this world, everything had turned to ash, consumed in the burning purgatorial blaze. Aside from Noah, there wasn’t a third living creature left.