Ashen Dragon-Chapter 665 - 77 The Sovereign God and the Token

Chapter 665: Chapter 77: The Sovereign God and the Token

Chapter 665 -77: The Sovereign God and the Token

Duke Aiden stared intently at the bronze dragon drawing in the ancient book and murmured with a clap of his hands,

“Excellent, excellent, I didn’t expect such an unexpected joy…”

Duke Aiden closed the “Fianso Giant Dragon Guide” in his hands and placed it on the table in front of him.

Then, he stood up from the sofa, stood in front of the wall adorned with the portraits of generations of Great Dukes of the Sivier family with his hands behind his back, and opened his arms, unable to resist sighing:

“My daughter, you may bring us the friendship of an ancient bronze dragon, a treasure beyond measure!

For the next centuries, our Sivier family could benefit from this!”

Hearing her father’s excited words, even the usually stoic Hilowiz stood up, her lips curving into a pleased smile.

Duke Aiden turned around and continued to pace in the hall: “Hilowiz, you must have seen that magic image from the North, right?”

Hilowiz nodded slightly: “Yes, Father, Teacher Koshk showed it to me a week ago.

If that was not an illusion, it only demonstrates that Anzeta’s Emperor of the Crimson Dragon is terrifyingly formidable, far beyond what mortals can contend with, almost like…”

Recalling that giant dragon whose wings blotted out the sun, even in Hilowiz’s violet pupils, a trace of fear was revealed.

She paused in her speech, then continued: “It’s like the monsters of myth, akin to the World Serpent or the Hundred-Handed Giant…

Such beings should not exist in the Third Era, where divinities are secluded and mortals reign over the earth.”

Duke Aiden sighed heavily and said in a grave tone: “Indeed, such giant dragons are beyond our ability to resist.

If the Holy Fardel Empire were still in its prime, I would be slightly relieved. But now, the Three Great Kingdoms are endlessly at odds, and waiting from the North, the Ashen Empire is eyeing us covetously, I fear…”

Duke Aiden raised his head, his expression serious as he gazed at the massive map of the Fianso Continent on the wall:

“I fear that one day in the future, that crimson dragon will invade from the South, swallowing up the Thrace Kingdom, and then we would utterly lose our northern barrier.

And Victoria Port, being the most prosperous and affluent empire in Silvermoon Bay, after the greedy crimson dragon controls the North, our Sivier family’s fate is predictable.”

He looked at Hilowiz and said earnestly: “Faced with such a dragon, only those ancient metal dragons could match him.

Hilowiz, you may have found the Sivier family one of the only ways out.”

Hilowiz said: “Father, Wilhelm, His Majesty of the Thrace Kingdom, is a noble and powerful Angel Divine Descendant, not a bit inferior to the giant dragons.

Moreover… whether the Ashen Empire will move South is still uncertain, and some dragon scholars claim that giant dragon is but a greedy lord, as long as enough Gold Coins are offered, peace can be maintained.”

Duke Aiden chuckled bitterly: “I hope I am just overthinking.

The northern giants, the eastern Three Great Kingdoms, the southern Dragon Shaman Cult, those Nagas in the sea, demons from The Abyss, and those meddling Immortals…

The Fianso Continent is in chaos, leaving me on tenterhooks, sleepless at night, fearing the Sivier family’s centuries of foundation will collapse on my watch.”

Hilowiz came to Duke Aiden’s side and said softly: “It won’t happen, Father…”

In the hearts of the Victoria Port populace, Duke Aiden of the mercenary group has always been a stern and indifferent noble, pouring all his tenderness into his only daughter.

Indeed, it is only in the presence of Hilowiz that this Duke would reveal his rare smile.

Duke Aiden suddenly noticed the dust stains on Hilowiz’s clothes.

He then remembered that his eldest daughter had just survived a long-premeditated ambush; had it not been for the “Hermit’s” intervention, she might well not have made it out alive.

Duke Aiden’s expression changed slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of ruthlessness: “Right, Hilowiz, can you describe that cult’s situation again?

They dared to ambush our Sivier family’s merchant convoy near Victoria Port, truly courting death.”

His tone was exceptionally cold.

Hilowiz replied: “Father, these cultists claim to be from the Dominator God Sect, professing their deity to be All-knowing and All-powerful.

The cultist leader possesses grand Spiritual Power, at least at the Grandmaster Level, his creation of black holes as powerful as Teacher Koshk’s spells.”

“The Dominator God, seems I have heard of this name…”

Duke Aiden stroked his neatly-trimmed beard thoughtfully.

After a moment, he called to the butler standing at the doorway, commanding in a brief and forceful manner:

“Vincent, go to the family archives, find all the information about this so-called ‘Dominator God.'”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Upon receiving the order, Vincent nodded in acknowledgement and turned to leave swiftly towards the archives.

As the largest and busiest port city in Silvermoon Bay, Victoria Port is a den of mixed characters, with hundreds of armed forces present, and countless cult groups among them.

As the person responsible for the security of the city, Duke Aiden stored all the intelligence collected by his subordinates in the archives for emergency use and to better control the city’s situation.

Shortly, Vincent returned, entering with a stack of documents in hand, including newspapers, search warrants, Bounty Orders, and more.

The butler reported: “Your Grace, most of the intelligence regarding the Dominator God Sect is right here.”