Chapter 802: Chapter 149: The Harvest and the Wounded Gold Dragon_2

And now, Cassius wants everyone on the Fianso Continent to know that only “Dragon Fadlan” is the legitimate Holy Fadlan!

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Eternal Order Realm, Pure White Monastery.

“Huff, huff…”

The massive Ancient Gold Dragon was covered in scars, even its Dragon Wings were tattered and torn. It lay sideways in the Holy Water of the Monastery, breathing heavily.

The Landis’ Scale at the top of the Monastery emitted a peaceful glow, shining upon the Gold Dragon’s body, slowly healing his wounds.

Titus struggled to lift his head, his voice trembling: “Lord Crassus, as one of the Golden Dragon Clan, why do you turn a blind eye to the atrocities of that evil dragon?

He, he is the murderer of our benefactor, Walter Graham…cough, cough!” Perhaps due to overwhelming emotion, this Gold Dragon began to cough violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Ancient Golden Dragon Crassus stood by, sighed deeply, and persuasively said: “Don’t get too agitated, Titus. For you, the most important thing now is to heal.

Your injuries are too severe. You have thirty-seven broken bones and have lost one-third of your blood. If it were any more serious, I’m afraid we’d have to seek an audience with Lord of the Northwind…”

“Lord Crassus, please answer my question! Why do you indulge that evil dragon so much?”

Ignoring his wounds, Titus growled in a hoarse voice, filled with indignation, confusion, and a deep sorrow.

“I can’t defeat him.”

Crassus spoke calmly, the answer was exceedingly simple, almost childishly so.

“Even if you can’t defeat that Red Dragon, can’t our entire Golden Dragon Clan join together to beat him?”

Suddenly, Titus’s expression froze, confusion surfaced on his scarred dragon face, his breathing quickened: “Wait, could it be… is this the will of Bahamut?”

“…”

Crassus’s face showed bitterness, he remained silent, not providing a direct answer, which seemed to already silently reply to the other’s question.

At last, the venerable Ancient Golden Dragon sighed again and slowly began to speak: “Titus, we admire your perseverance, bravery, and selflessness, it reminds me of my younger days, but… not everything in this world is black and white.”

Crassus tapped the floor gently with his Scepter, making the monastery’s tiles emit a crisp sound, and an illusory image appeared before Titus.

In that image, there was a majestic palace, within which were numerous disciples clad in black and purple robes; the leader wore a Golden mask crafted with the likeness of a Five-headed Dragon, praying devoutly.

And at the foremost of the palace, a man crowned sat on the throne. However, his head was a dark blue-grey color, with the fierce and lustrous head of a dragon!

Titus heard the disciples’ prayers–“Praise the great Immortal Lady, Dark Mistress, Foe of Gods…”

The Ancient Gold Dragon’s expression changed drastically, his brows furrowed as he said in a low voice: “The prayer… in their mouths, is it the Dragon Queen’s prayer?”

“Yes, the Dragon Queen’s followers have gradually taken over the Kingdom of Seleucis, and Her cult is rapidly expanding there,”

Crassus nodded slightly, his expression grave as he said: “According to the intelligence we’ve gathered, the Evil Dragon Queen is about to descend once again, bringing a cataclysmic disaster upon the Fianso Continent.

Therefore… for us, the attitude of the Ashen Empire’s Emperor is very important. We must at least keep him neutral in this war, otherwise, we risk irreparable consequences.”

“But that Red Dragon…”

Titus tried to retort, but Crassus’s dragon body flickered with the faint light of Spell Radiance, becoming increasingly ethereal, leaving behind only a piece of advice.

“Titus, be careful, try not to provoke that Red Dragon again. This time I was barely able to save your life, but next time… it might not be the case.”

As the voice faded, the figure of the Ancient Gold Dragon vanished as well, leaving Titus alone in the Holy Pool to recuperate–lately, Crassus, as the Governor of the Golden Dragon Council, had been extraordinarily busy.

Titus lay on his side in his original spot, struggling to stretch out his Dragon Wings, his face still showing traces of indignation and discontent, but his mind was already flooded with myriad thoughts.

“According to the historical trajectory of my past life, the ‘Giant Dragon Tyranny’ plot should only appear towards the end of the Kings’ Strife. I didn’t expect it to start so early this time…

It seems Tiamat is very confident this time around. Does she actually think that I will side with the camp of the five-colored dragons? This old hag must be delusional,” thought Titus, or Cassius, sneering inwardly.

The impact of the Red Dragon and the Ashen Empire can no longer be called a “butterfly effect”; it’s more like a giant dragon flapping its wings, stirring up a fierce storm.

The plot remembered from memory had long since changed utterly–like a certain widely renowned Ranger who was supposed to have rescued an Elf girl imprisoned by Nobles in a desperate defense, fleeing far away, but now has been shot dead by the rifles of the City Guard Army.

Not only have these minor details changed, but even the overall trend of history is entirely different; after the Battle of North Aisier, many forces that should have been hostile to one another have united to guard against the threat from the Empire.

“Elder Titus! Elder Titus!”

A clear, bell-like female voice interrupted Titus’s deep thoughts, pulling him back to reality.

Titus turned his head and indeed saw the familiar, slender figure of the Young Gold Dragon–Aurora.

Aurora, looking at the Ancient Gold Dragon covered in scars, immediately showed a worried expression, her heart aching: “Elder Titus, I apologize for the disturbance, but how are your injuries…”

“They are just some flesh wounds, it’s nothing serious.” Titus shook his head, stroked his beard, and put on a nonchalant look.

But his slightly trembling body and the Dragon Blood that flowed forth contradicted his words, revealing the gravity of his injuries; the ghastly wounds could not be concealed, increasing Aurora’s concern.

After hesitating for a moment, she softly said: “Elder Titus, I also heard about what happened a few days ago…

I want to tell you: regardless of what the other elders in the clan think, your resolute resistance against the Ashen Empire’s Emperor and your actions for revenge have still earned my and everyone’s respect; you remain a hero in our hearts.” Aurora spoke with conviction.

“Heh, what hero, I’m just a hysterical loser…”

Titus gently shook his head, his formidable and wise dragon face revealing a bitter smile, with the scar on his cheek adding a touch of time-worn sorrow.

“Just like before, I couldn’t protect anything; I could only watch as my friends died in front of me, and as people became slaves to evil dragons…”

“No, you have done all you could, Elder Titus,” Aurora comforted him with her feeble words.

However, the Ancient Gold Dragon’s expression quickly recovered, and he calmly asked, “Aurora, apart from these meaningless past events, is there anything else you needed?”

“Ah, I almost forgot–,” Aurora suddenly remembered her purpose, hastily nodded her head like pounding garlic, and replied: “Elder Titus, the Dwarf King Ed Klein from the High Mountain Kingdom wants to see you.

From what I’ve observed, his condition doesn’t seem to be very good; the Flame of Life has become extremely faint; it’s like a candle in the wind.”

“I got it, you can go ahead; I’ll see him myself when the time comes.” Titus nodded, his tone steady.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his throat, which frightened Aurora into a panicked state; she quickly stepped forward to support him: “Elder Titus, are you alright?”

The Ancient Gold Dragon stubbornly pushed the Young Gold Dragon away, his eyes showing defiance, and with some difficulty, he waved his paw: “Aurora, I’m fine for now, leave me be, you need not concern yourself.”

Seeing the “Dawn Wings” covered in injuries yet trying to forcibly lift himself, and recalling his former strength and majesty, Aurora couldn’t help but tear up.

She resolutely shook her head, choking up: “Elder Titus, you can’t cast spells with your body in such condition; let me accompany you.”

“…”

The Ancient Gold Dragon fell silent, and under Aurora’s pleading gaze, he finally nodded wordlessly.