The plane shape of Paradise Mountain is particularly wonderful. The incredibly majestic mountains rise from the truly boundless ocean, and each of its layers is arranged in sequence according to the mountain topography, with a total of seven layers.
Here, justice, mercy, order, grace and mercy are the eternal rules, vigilant eyes stand firm against any form of evil, and everything shows endless beauty.
With each level you ascend, the visitor's soul will be refined and improved. Only kind souls can climb the Heavenly Mountain
When reaching the top of Heavenly Mountain, even good and lawful beings will dissolve into the supreme goodness of this level and dedicate their individual consciousness for glory - it is said that many powerful gods live here, but No one can confirm this.
"Shua——"
The pure white wings spread out, and the divine warrior wearing silver armor and radiating brilliance rose into the sky. He held a giant sword and climbed rapidly along the holy mountain.
——He is Walter Graham, an angel descendant from the material world. He has just handed over his token at the Castle of Stars and received the help of the "messenger" Barachiel.
Now, his target is Mochulia, the second level of Heaven Mountain.
In the silver heaven where the Archons are everywhere, Walter is not very conspicuous. There are more angels flapping their wings and flying upward.
Soon, accompanied by the howling wind, he passed through Lucia's dark night sky.
"Shua——"
Suddenly, the golden light shone on that face, evaporating all the evil and sins he had stained in the material world.
Walter subconsciously lifted the giant sword and supported it above his head like an umbrella to block the light that was too strong and uncomfortable for him.
But soon, bathed in the radiance, he put down the giant sword in a daze, closed his eyes, and felt all this. His frown unknowingly relaxed, and even his soul was purified.
"It feels so familiar."
This golden brilliance reminded him of the Fadland Empire that was at its peak decades ago. During that ascension ceremony, the sunlight he felt was also so strong and warm.
Walter opened his eyes, he was much calmer at this moment, and the anger in his heart had dissipated.
He looked around this unfamiliar plane and murmured to himself: "We are finally here, Mochulia"
The second level of Paradise Mountain, Mochulia.
The air here is thin but full of hope, and the golden light spreads over everything. Therefore, it is called the "Golden Heaven" by the people who come here for pilgrimage.
Here, the slopes are flat, the streams are rapid, and lush vegetation is everywhere, while the highlands and passes provide ample living space for the Archons, Gaidins, and other kind-hearted creatures.
Mochulia has a huge and majestic tomb complex, which can give the noblest warriors eternal rest, and the residents of Paradise will play their harps on the annual Day of Remembrance to sing their glorious deeds.
Armories and parade grounds used by the Archons are also found throughout the level, allowing Heavenly Mountain to rally its armies in times of need. The armies of the gods often gather at this level for training.
Bahamut's palace is also located here - and this is Walter's destination this time.
Because the opponent he was about to face was a five-color dragon and the most powerful red dragon among them, asking for help from the opposing Metal Dragon God was undoubtedly a good choice.
Walter unfolded the white wings on his back, flapped his wings, and soared at full speed in the sky. After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the palace in the distance.
I saw a magnificent temple above the rolling clouds. Its windows are made of precious stones set in gold and silver, the walls are inlaid with red copper and emerald, and even the floor is made of refined mithril.
Metal dragon rings such as gold dragons, silver dragons, bronze dragons, and brass dragons were stationed at the entrance of the palace. Countless kind-hearted dragons were flying around, and dragon-born paladins wearing armor were guarding the surroundings.
Even Walter, who has conquered the multiverse and has experienced a lot, has never seen such a luxurious and spectacular palace.
He couldn't help but be stunned and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Is this Bahamut's temple? It's incredible."
At the same time, he was secretly glad in his heart. If he could get assistance from this level of existence, he would definitely be able to repel the red dragon.
Walter folded the wings behind his back, used his giant sword as a support, and half-knelt on the clouds respectfully.
He raised his head resolutely and called loudly: "Honorable and powerful Lord of the North Wind! I, the descendant of Holy Fadland, the Duke of North IJssel, Walter Graham - in This is my sincere prayer to you, I hope you can help me!”
Walter looked at the palace in the distance, his eyes burning, and there seemed to be flames beating in his golden pupils.
"Shua——"
"This is."
Walter looked surprised, and saw a gust of cold wind whistling under his feet, lifting the divine nobleman into the air.
Immediately afterwards, the cold wind rushed straight into the sky, carrying Walter towards the temple hanging high above the clouds.
The dragonborn paladins and dragons along the way politely moved away, even the golden dragons and silver dragons stationed at the door, because they knew that the cold wind represented Bahamut's will.
The golden door engraved with the Holy Emblem slowly opened, and the cold wind carried Walter to the hall, letting him step onto the floor made of refined mithril.
In this hall filled with treasures and dazzling gold and gems everywhere, Walter stared at the ground intently, feeling a little nervous, for fear of accidentally offending the good dragon god.
Bahamut did not reveal his figure, but his solemn and majestic voice echoed in the hall.
"It turns out that the descendant of Holy Fadlan has experienced such a change and can still maintain a pure and kind soul without being tainted by evil. You are very good.
Walter Graham, would you like to settle in Paradise Mountain and become my favored one? ”
Walter was stunned for a moment, then half-knelt on the floor, and quickly replied with his hands raised: "Your Majesty Bahamut, I am honored to receive your praise, and to be the favored one of such a glorious and great existence like you is definitely a blessing. A glorious thing.
It's just that I still have my own responsibilities in the material world, and there are hundreds of thousands of people in Fadland waiting for me, so I can't accept my order. ”
His reply was resounding, his voice as hard as steel.
Bahamut's voice seemed to have become more distant, but it was still quite gentle and calm. "A guest from afar, so - why are you here?"
Hearing the god's initiative to ask, Walter looked happy and quickly replied: "Your Majesty Bahamut, my territory is threatened by invaders from the north, so I want to ask for your assistance.
As for my enemy, you should have heard of this name - Cassius Claudius Noricius. He is a cruel and ambitious red dragon who established a huge empire in the north and is against The homeland of Fadelan is watching with eager eyes.
I suspect that he is related to the conspiracy of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen. I hope you can help us to repel the invaders. There was a trace of hesitation in Bahamut's voice. "I admire your quality of adhering to justice, but I cannot give you direct assistance."
I follow the precepts of the will of the world and believe that gods cannot interfere in the affairs of the material world at will, and this is just a mortal war and has nothing to do with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen. ”
Hearing such a response, Walter felt a little disappointed, but he still said respectfully: "Thank you for your hospitality, your Majesty, then I will not disturb you anymore.
The people of my territory and my warriors are still waiting anxiously for me. ”
"Okay."
"Shua——"
Bahamut didn't respond, and another whirlwind blew, and Walter was swept out of the palace in an instant.
Walter looked at the palace in the distance, but he was not discouraged, but spread the wings behind him again.
Asking for help this time is just an attempt. Although the God of Good Dragons cannot give him direct assistance, the metal dragons who pursue order and justice can, and the Golden Dragon Council he has helped is the best choice.
In the deepest part of Bahamut's palace, in the main hall covering an area of tens of thousands of hectares, there are treasures accumulated forever, as well as the corpses of thousands of daring thieves.
This is Bahamut's residence, usually accompanied by seven loyal and powerful ancient metal dragons.
"He is a good mortal, brave and kind, and meets almost all my requirements. But unfortunately - he has embarked on a path that is bound to fail."
I saw a platinum-gold dragon with a slender and sinuous body lying on the throne. Its size had already exceeded the cognition of mortals, like a majestic mountain.
The silver-white scales covering his body reflect beautiful light, and his deep eyes are as gray and blue as the heart of the glacier - this is Baham, the Platinum Dragon King, Lord of the North Wind, and God of Good Dragons. special.
A huge silver dragon crawling at its feet and holding a scepter in its claws said doubtfully: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
"Holy Fadlan is completely dead - it has no possibility of rebirth since the overestimating mortal chose to embark on that path.
Without the help of the sun god, it would undoubtedly be fanciful for these mortals who are gradually losing their power to want to rebuild the sacred Fadelan. ”
The ancient golden dragon picked up a crystal ball placed next to it with its claws, stared at the scene of Walter soaring in the sky, and said with some hesitation: "But... Your Majesty, if that red dragon really goes south, will it cause trouble?" Irreversible catastrophe in the material plane? ”
"Cassius is indeed an uncontrollable guy. Although he has the potential to become the Dragon King, he may fall to the other side at any time."
Bahamut spoke slowly, and countless complex pictures suddenly appeared in his blue vertical pupils.
Heaven, Paradise, the Garden of Beasts, Baator Hell, and the Bottomless Abyss. Those deep eyes seemed to wrap up many outer planes.
"This is a helpless move. It is much better to let a barely rescued dragon rule the earth than to let devils, devils and dragon queens take advantage of the situation."
The platinum dragon stood up and spread its extremely broad wings: "The mortal named Walter was not wrong.
It's just that the current material world has no room for a pure idealist. ”
Mochulia, the Glorious Mansion, is the residence of every elected Golden Dragon Archon. Within it is an astral pool leading to the Golden Dragon Council in the physical world.
This luxurious mansion is made of hard metal, inlaid with gems and pearls everywhere, and even its walls are plated with gold.
At the entrance of the mansion, there are still stationed several young golden dragons wearing armor. They are all loyal believers of Bahamut and are called "Guardians of Justice" by the dragons.
The current golden dragon consul is an ancient golden dragon named Crassus. He has been in office for six hundred years and has a high reputation. He is respected as the "gilded sage" by the good dragons.
Every hundred years, this respected Golden Dragon Archon will go to the material world and convene a meeting of Golden Dragons from all over the world to elect the next Archon to discuss and handle important matters.
Decades ago, because Walter rescued an ancient golden dragon, the Golden Dragon Council owed him a favor, and Crassus also gave him a solemn promise.
"Stop, mortal."
At the entrance of Glorious Mansion, the golden dragon guards on both sides stood in front of Walter, spreading their metallic wings with arrogant and cold expressions.
Walter held the giant sword and refused to give an inch, shouting firmly: "Lord Crassus, do you still remember me?
I am your friend and an ally recognized by the Golden Dragon Clan—Walter Graham from Holy Fadland. ”
"Let him in."
The low tone is like the sound of an ancient bell. Just listening to the sound can make you feel the precipitation of life and the baptism of time.
"Yes, Lord Crassus."
The two golden dragon guards bowed their heads respectfully and retreated to both sides obediently.
Walter walked quickly along the road that was too wide for humans, and soon came to the depths of the mansion, and the golden dragon consul also revealed his figure.
——It was an extremely mammoth golden dragon. He had a short face with long thorns on the nose, two large matte and metallic horns on the top of his head, and dozens of whiskers that looked like beards around his mouth.
The ancient golden dragon also has very narrow and deep eyes. The pale golden pupils are like faded gold, exuding the aura of time.
The eyes and whiskers give this golden dragon a particularly wise appearance. The platinum crown on his head and the scepter with milky white nebula and polar star carved in its claws gave him a noble temperament.
This is the current Golden Dragon Archon, the powerful ancient golden dragon, Crassus, known as the "Golden Sage".
Crassus stared at the descendant of God not far away with his pale golden eyes, as if he had been waiting here for a long time, and just said calmly: "Long time no see, Walter. My friend, why are you here?"
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Walter looked at the golden dragon and felt that the golden dragon was no different from how it looked decades ago.
He gave a helpless smile, and then said: "Your Excellency Crassus, I have no choice but to ask for help from you - more accurately, from the Golden Dragon Clan."
Crassus seemed to have expected it. He looked as normal and asked calmly: "Who is your enemy?"
"Casius."
Walter answered truthfully, but he could clearly feel that when he said that name, the breath of the ancient golden dragon in front of him obviously stagnated. (End of chapter)