Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 884 489: Noah: Be My Dog_2

"Noah."
A mix of surprise and disbelief, the body entwined by dark demon runes, further adorned by the symbol of destruction and havoc, the Dragon Python Thunder roams wildly. Yet, his eyes transformed into the glorious golden hue of a Titan, staring at the sun before him. His tone carried calmness, devoid of shock or awe, only a certain indifference.
He wasn't surprised by Noah's appearance, as it was within his expectations. After falling into hell, Casius had mentally prepared for the possible circumstances he might face.
Because the initial will of hell had favored him excessively. The privilege he received was completely unreasonable, but if all was prepared for hell, then it was understandable. For whatever hell's will granted, it would ultimately be reclaimed. Thus, investment was inconsequential.
The meat is always in the pot, sooner or later, it will rot within the pot. After roughly estimating hell's possible actions, Casius prepared mentally.
As for other preparations, what can one do, trapped in hell and forced into becoming a Hell Demon God? Moreover, there was little time left for him, for before he could further resist, his mental will was already suppressed.
He could maintain his independent consciousness, possess free will, but the prerequisite was losing all control over his body.
When hell's will acted, the soul born in the mundane realm found it hard to resist, for both were not on the same level.
Not to mention Casius, even Noah wouldn't confront a world will with his own will, whether reviving actively or already dormant. It was too foolish and utterly meaningless.
"Uncle?!"
Noah looked at the imposing presence before him, an emerging threatening Hell Demon God Titan, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Have you seen Selena?"
Without the slightest marvel or curiosity at Noah's present transformation, nor any interest in the Sacrificial Snake teasing the Hell Lords aside, Casius, regaining partial control of his body, asked first about his companion.
"I haven't seen her, but she won't be in trouble."
For a Legendary Mage who has given up their family and abandoned the foundation in the Material Realm, working by any means, even with Noah's imagination, he couldn't think where this adoptive mother might ultimately go.
But Noah was certain that this adoptive mother must be attempting to rescue her unfortunate partner trapped in hell. Only as a legend, even as the most superior spellcaster, the difficulty in pulling out a Hell Lord was disproportionate, an impossible task for her.
As for divination-type prophecy, Noah at his current realm could perform it, but the direction was too vague and not precise enough.
"Missing?"
Facing such a result, Casius paused for a moment, neither joyful nor angry, as in the absence of information, such a state was the best.
"Uncle, how are you feeling now?"
"You've seen it, I've been corroded by hell. Even now, my consciousness has revived only because of your arrival."
Casius slowly lifted his palm, eyeing the demon runes covering it, almost turning into armor, the Thunder Snake of destructive aura coiled among them, hissing.
"I'll take you away now."
The sun that descended into hell blossomed with billions of divine rays. Noah made a promise, anything he touched evaporated and melted, for this represented destruction and salvation to hell.
The sun descended here precisely for the Titan before him, willing to destroy everything to achieve the goal.
"I've already merged with hell; it's impossible for me to leave hell."
Upon hearing Noah's words, Casius gently shook his head, knowing how deeply hell had corroded him.
Moreover, the puppet just incubated by hell's will wasn't wrong. His body's growth to this extent was fueled by hell's will; without it, his personal growth to such heights was impossible due to the bloodline loss barring everything.
"If hell prevents you from leaving, I'll destroy hell!"
The lower planes are composed of fallen worlds, the vast majority, remnants and ruins leftover after a world's destruction, precisely in that extreme despair and ruin, breeding the demon legion intent on corroding the myriad planes.
Yet, for such lower planes, even if recomposed, if a true Sovereign birthed its will, how could it counter an epic?
Of course, it's not invincible either, if Noah's hell birthed a true Sovereign, uniting all of hell's powers, Noah would not have entered rashly.
Hell Lord enough to resist strong divine power, could reject even new epics like Noah, but regrettably, this hell lacked or hadn't yet cultivated such.
Had Casius wished, he might have become hell's master, but solely supported by hell's will would ultimately be just a puppet.
True Hell Lords rise by conquering hell's will, earning their position through sheer force, such lower plane sovereigns respected even by gods.
"Why destroy hell?"
The Sacrificial Snake that was playing tricks on the devils turned its head, looking at Noah, expressing confusion and concern.
"This is my adoptive father. In my youth, it was he who sheltered and raised me... But now he's bound by hell's will, deprived of freedom, turned into a puppet."
"You could try communicating with hell's will. I see your adoptive father has the potential to be hell's master, lacking only experience and accumulation!"
The Sacrificial Snake proposed a suggestion, considering Noah a bit extreme. Although here is hell, it's unnecessary to destroy; rules and order exist here.
The lower planes, though lacking the complete rules of the Material World, devoid of ascension potential, had merits. At least in expansion, it holds the advantage.
Hell can swiftly increase its foundation by seizing souls and materials from the Material World. Attacking the abyss is also feasible, for hell and abyss intrinsically converge; one chaotic, the other tightly ordered.
"Communicate with hell's will?"
Never before considered by Noah, he had initially disregarded it, but can't deny its feasibility.
As rules-deficient lower planes, abyss and hell's wills are in prolonged active states, for they're perched on the brink of annihilation.
The abyss will's communication isn't possible; when it derails, even its own Abyss Lords are set upon, not incidentally but perpetually, craziness the abyss will's norm.
Yet hell's will, rational, though somewhat abnormal, was initially overlooked by Noah, but personified:
hell's will as a composite of selfishness, viciousness, greed, insidiousness, treachery, its sole merit knowing advantage assessment.
"Release Casius from his bondage and shackles, or I'll utterly destroy this hell!"
Taking Sacrificial Snake's advice, Noah adopted the suggestion, and then, the majestic and solemn intent voice of the Sun Holy Dragon reverberated throughout this hell of six realms.
"!?"
The Sacrificial Snake silently gazed at Noah's threat towards hell's will, then pondered if his expression contained flaws.
Casius remained silent likewise, the foster son who could destroy hell at will truly felt unfamiliar to him now.
The hell ensnaring him, denying liberation, stripping freedom, almost seizing everything was, in his foster son's eyes, a realm to be dismantled single-handedly.