Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Try to meet the requirements as best you can!"

Although Augustus took away a large number of close combat knights, the Mage City itself can’t be moved. With this magical wonder gradually transforming into the Mage Holy Land standing here, most of the spellcasters can remain.

Designing a brand new combat magic statue doesn’t even require Noah to take action; there is naturally a group of high-ranking mages who form a project team to take on the task.

The mess left after the Augustus family’s migration was gradually tidied up bit by bit, but by the time the vast land, large enough to form several duchies, was fully organized, ten years had already passed.

This year, Noah was eighty-six years old, and his juvenile dragon phase had lasted nearly thirty years.

"Time flies so fast, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it feels like nothing at all."

In the glorious palace built atop the highest peak of the Elidis Mountains, the Golden Dragon coiled on the throne, overlooking the winding mountains and the expansive Elisium City beyond.

In his impression, ten years were exceedingly mundane, with no major events worth mentioning occurring. There were a few minor events, but they were insignificant, with little impact.

In comparison, the change in Noah’s physique brought more influence; in ten years, Noah’s dragon body had grown by several meters, reaching sixty-four meters now.