Chapter 1254: Chapter 684 The Heritage of a Thousand-Year Great Power_3
The n felt as though they were staring at a blade—a blade sheathed, restrained yet still profound. If scrutinized calmly, it revealed no threat. But if provoked, it would display its razor-sharp edge and crush all before it.
King Yasan displayed the magnanimity of a monarch from a great nation. Not only did he permit Gaven’s Non-Human General Guard entry into Susar City, but he also allowed the two wise bears, Bear One and Bear Two, to enter the Purple Dragon Palace alongside them.
They had the strength and confidence to warrant such acceptance. Susar City wasn’t just wrapped in the powerful Mystlock Lock Barrier but was also fortified with nurous independent magical restrictions and devices. The Purple Dragon Patrol Team, ubiquitous and ever-active, patrolled the streets regularly. So of their presence was intensified due to the arrival of Gaven’s forces, though the majority existed to maintain order within Susar in the first place.
What captivated and intimidated everyone the most, however, were the two massive statues flanking the entrance to the royal court.
These statues were not re stone carvings but radiated a golden brilliance throughout. Even those unfamiliar with the material could identify its na instantly—Fine Gold.
These colossal Fine Gold statues, each nearly ten ters tall, were sculpted to resemble fully-armored warriors wielding enormous two-handed Fine Gold longswords.
From the first glance, Gaven instinctively knew these weren’t re decorations but two golems—two legendary Fine Gold Golems. Their essence was akin to Gaven’s War Ravager longsword, both crafted using Fine Gold alloy and enhanced with spells imparting the material’s unique characteristics.
These legendary golems could only be forged by Level Thirty Legendary Mages. Each one required over a million gold pieces for casting materials alone. Their exorbitant cost corresponded to their terrifying power, vitality, and strength. They possessed magic immunity and defensive capabilities rivaling that of Divine Nature Incarnations—ordinary blades couldn’t even scratch the several-centiter-thick Fine Gold plating.
They were horrifying entities capable of engaging in ground battles against Ancient Giant Dragons. Activating a single one could annihilate Gaven’s seemingly formidable General’s Guard within three minutes—let alone facing two standing here now.
And this was rely what lay in the open. Who could know what might lurk unseen beneath the surface?
This was the heritage of a millennial kingdom. No wonder Susar’s citizens, when confronted with the imposing visage of the General’s Honor Guard, rely gasped in curiosity without showing excessive anxiety or fear.
Being in daily awe of such Fine Gold Golems had hardened their nerve over ti. The citizens understood well enough that they alone could not wreak havoc in Susar, especially with King Yasan and the Court Archmage simultaneously overseeing—entities powerful enough to obliterate Fine Gold Golems themselves.
“General, please follow . Soone will soon arrange appropriate accommodations for them. My father is already waiting for us in the Royal Court Conference Hall,” the Crown Princess said, halting before the entrance of the Purple Dragon Palace.
“I’ll ask Your Majesty to lead the way,” Gaven responded. Not needing to wait long was precisely to his tastes. Initially, he had anticipated staying in Susar for several days, enduring a drawn-out diplomatic process before finally eting King Yasan.
It seed the rumors were correct—King Yasan was indeed a ruler unbound by minor formalities.
“General, please follow ,” the Crown Princess instructed as she led Gaven skillfully through the vast palace complex.
The place stood as a paradigm of human ingenuity and magical artifice, seamlessly blending the might of mortal craftsmanship and the marvels of magic.
Like many such palaces, the Purple Dragon Palace was originally constructed atop a defensible hill, with its initial structures perched on the hill’s summit.
But the palace’s later expansions far exceeded the imagination of its original architects. Over a thousand years of continuous additions, refurbishnts, and reconstructions saw the hill crowded entirely with the palace complex—its very core hollowed out.
Even so, the space still proved insufficient, driving them to look skyward. And this ti, abandoning traditional human construction techniques, they adopted thods akin to those of elves.
Colossal ancient trees of extraordinary height and girth were dotted throughout the palace grounds, their branches intricately connected to form aerial treehouses suspended high above.
The seamless integration of underground chambers, surface-level structures, and aerial wonders offered a unified aesthetic with no sense of contradiction. It was no wonder that every visitor to the Purple Dragon Palace marveled at its unique splendor and departed thoroughly conquered by its charm. Gaven now joined their ranks, impressed by the myriad innovations the palace offered for learning and emulation.
The three-dinsional layering rendered the palace labyrinthine. Those with a poor sense of direction might quickly find themselves disoriented and lost amidst its twisting paths.
Even the astonishingly sharp mory of Gaven could only ensure his ability to trace his way back, not to wander aimlessly within such complexity.
The Royal Court Conference Hall stood atop the Purple Dragon Palace, solemn and vast, accommodating even a gathering of giants with ease.
Under Crown Princess Tainalasta’s guidance, Gaven stepped into the Koer Kingdom’s supre hall of authority.
Even Gaven, resolute and composed, couldn’t help but feel deeply moved. He had pursued this mont with relentless determination for nearly a year—slaying multiple dragons, offending several evil gods, and becoming the Chosen of a deity.
And yet, all he’d accomplished rely granted him the eligibility to step into this palace. To claim a position within it, he would still need to contend with its elites through guile and strategy.
The nobles of Koer who gazed upon Gaven couldn’t help but be stirred themselves. Seeing the conqueror cross the palace threshold for the first ti, they were reminded of their younger selves. How many years had they struggled to reach this place? How much effort had been spent?
This young man, not yet twenty, had achieved in less than a year what had taken them decades or lifetis. To claim they didn’t harbor jealousy would be a deceit—even more so when they recognized the palpable threat he posed.
Gaven wasn’t so solitary opportunist but a genuine power-holder wielding dominion over multiple cities and commanding a formidable army. If given even a sliver of ti, this young man might well climb step by step over them, ultimately reaching the pinnacle of human servants to the kingdom.
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