Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 671 - 383: Praise the Holy Dragon, Slay the Pseudo-God (Part 2)

Chapter 671: Chapter 383: Praise the Holy Dragon, Slay the Pseudo-God (Part 2)

Their responsibilities include but are not limited to clearing enemy cannon fodder legions and servant rank-and-file, transporting supplies, building fortresses, clearing battlefields, restoring order, suppressing occupied areas, and eliminating residual enemy resistance forces.

However, although this Auxiliary Army mainly undertakes various war duties and does not bear the main assault force on the battlefield, their combat power is not weak. For ordinary mortal realms, it can even be considered terrifying.

Because Noah, in order to enhance the battlefield survival ability of this legion, specially ordered the establishment of multiple military research institutes, including the goblin engineers and subsequent artificer engineers, to design tailor-made standard equipment for this legion.

Steam Burst Guns, Rune Rapid Fire Crossbows, Single Soldier Magic Projectors, and Rune Exoskeleton Armors suitable for various battlefield environments in light, medium, and heavy armor, even magic armor that can directly enhance individual combat capability.

Apart from these individual weapons, there are also All-Terrain Dragon Scorpion Assault Tanks, Poison Stinger Flying Dragon Gunboats, and other vehicles suitable for ground and air battles.

However, because these are newly developed weapons, a span of twelve years is too short for such weapons to develop, so there are not many types, and all war research institutes are currently working intensively on research, development, and testing.

The compulsory education system that Noah previously strongly promoted consumed a large amount of wealth, but after thirty years of accumulation, it began to yield returns. Now, it provides a continuous stream of talent to the various facilities and institutions under Noah’s command each year and supports these R&D institutions and battle groups to expand year by year.

This is one of the foundations and confidence in Noah’s challenge to the gods. He is willing to open channels for his subjects to acquire knowledge and learn technology, trying to ease the difficulty for them in obtaining all this.

In his territory, any low position is only temporary. Many whose fathers and grandfathers were just farmers cultivating the land, through hard study and excellent performance, get admitted to high-level universities, gain the opportunity for dragonification advancement, join battle groups or enter research institutes, rising to the heights in one bound.

Therefore, every citizen living in the Holy Dragon Land is enterprising and spirited. Even if most are eliminated in various tests, and though they may be disheartened, this does not equate to failure.

Every confirmed individual in the Holy Dragon populace, unable to achieve class leap through their efforts, chooses to bet on the future generations, many even using the family fortune to cultivate their children.

Because there are so many successful cases, it’s hard not to imitate. The key is that under imitation, this indeed can yield results, thus this behavior has become prevalent under Noah’s rule.

I am not better than others, but it doesn’t mean my children or grandchildren are worse. As long as a genius can be cultivated among the descendants, the family or even the clan benefits from it.

This kind of thinking has already become mainstream among the lower class, forming a consensus. Regarding issues like being unappreciated or unrewarded, these simply don’t exist on this land. There is no such ridiculous thing as people with talent being buried.

Promotion channels for the lower classes are not limited to studying and exams. Each year, various special institutions under the Holy Dragon make special recruitment slots available, allowing individuals to join as long as they pass the tests.

No matter racial background or previous identity and status, these are meaningless on this land. As long as one can prove their talent and strength, they can earn their deserved position.

However, there are limited positions, and even though there is recruitment expansion every year, after two hundred years of development, Noah’s territory is becoming increasingly crowded, so the instinct and impulse to expand prevails in everyone, territorial expansion is everyone’s demand.

"Father!"

Beneath the Holy Dragon’s wings was a mighty torrent of steel. When Noah reached the realm of his eldest son, Tarlos, many states and vassal forces seeking excuses or attachments were shocked by Noah’s torrent of steel.

There was no other reason; the sheer number was too terrifying, enough to scare those small monarchs and many rulers of independent free territories.

No one can deny the power of the Holy Dragon Battle Group, each with the ability to independently destroy a nation. Yet, they have a evident disadvantage, and that is there are indeed too few of them.

Even if all-out expansion has been attempted, nine battle groups combined do not reach fifty thousand. For a nation, even a kingdom, this number of transcendent legions is certainly sufficient, but for the vastness of the continent, this number seems somewhat thin.

But now, when they saw the steel serpents that continued to emerge from the portal under the Holy Dragon’s wings, all those leaders who were merely curious and wanted to see the spectacle fell silent.

Because the number was overwhelming, as the new auxiliary legion established under Noah, the Steel Starfall Legion’s—exceeded the total of all combat units established in all the years past, and this gap continues to widen.

There is no special reason, because the seemingly ridiculous entry threshold Noah set for this legion is indeed too low for the people in Noah’s territory.

Just a humble Silver High Rank, something that, in ordinary mortal realms, would allow such a transcendent being to earn a noble title with some effort, or at least become a henchman for a grand noble, help them do mischief, and prey on the commoners.

But in the Holy Dragon Land, as long as a family’s past five generations have lived in the Dragon-man region of Elisium, as long as they are not lazy and receive normal education, reaching this realm by adulthood is achievable.

What concept is this? It means every adult Dragon-man in Noah’s territory, if willing and having some military training, can enter the Auxiliary Army.

Compared to the high standards of joining the battle groups, the threshold for entering the Auxiliary Army, for the Dragon-men, is virtually non-existent because no bio-engineering or special enhancements are needed, just proficiency in operating war machines is required.

Therefore, even though it’s only been twelve years since its establishment, the Steel Starfall Legion already has two hundred thousand formal soldiers, and this number continues to grow because it possesses an equivalent number of reserves.

It’s foreseeable that from the moment Noah’s war order is issued, the number of Dragon-men applying to join the Auxiliary Army will usher in a new peak.

Noah doesn’t care about those mortal monarchs, he doesn’t even cast a single glance at them. These people are not worth his attention, perhaps later one of his Dragon Sons or Dragon Offspring might take interest in their territories, but that’s not his concern.

"Has this cross-border gate been test-run?"

The Holy Dragon cast his gaze down upon Tarlos, the King. This miraculous creation with a diameter of three hundred meters, capable of allowing his true body to pass through, was overseen and built by him.

It was a massive metal ring, like a divine ring that fell from the sky into the ground, emanating a misty spirit light, visible even from hundreds of miles away, an extremely awe-inspiring sight.

"According to the coordinates they provided, it’s been tested and can connect!"

Iliad responded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Open it, they can’t wait any longer!"

Noah swept his eyes over his legions. Of course, what filled his view the most was still the Auxiliary Army, equipped with diverse steel mechanical weaponry.

"Father, let me pave the way for you!"

Iliad requested.

"No need, you are to oversee the construction of the second and third cross-border gates. You’ve already completed them, their construction is only halfway through, quite unacceptable. You go and take charge, complete it as soon as possible."

Noah flatly refused his progeny’s request, as there is no reason to let the eldest son take the lead, he gave him a new task with an indisputable tone,

"As for paving the way, I don’t need it!"

With that, the cross-border gate roared, elements roared, boiling like a vast ocean, being sucked into it, as space rippled, the once-transparent ring transformed into a portal connecting two worlds.