Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 379: The Golden Emperor

A long mountain range filled with hundreds of golden-colored mountains and golden motes of energy blowing chaotically through the air dust.

ROOOOOOOOOOAR

A loud roar boomed out of Vornek’s maw as he rapidly flew above the golden dragons who all raised their heads in shock.

“The Golden Emperor’s son is back…”

“The Golden Emperor’s son is back…”

“The Golden Emperor’s son is back.”

Those words were sung by the various golden dragons present in every mountain range before they all suddenly began flapping their wings and standing straight vertically in the air, all hundreds of golden dragons while leaving a simple passageway that happened to be just where Vornek was passing.

“All hail, the golden emperor’s son…” The sentence echoed out to Vornek at the same time followed by a gigantic roar that could blow apart the eardrum of a peak Metero rank stage.

The shockwaves from the air rippled outwards towards Vornek who was present in the air and also brought about the golden motes of energy all swarming towards him…

Immediately the river of golden motes of energy swallowed Vornek, his entire golden scales lit up brightly to an uncontrollable level, and without needing to flap his wing, Vornek was carried forward towards where he was heading by the golden motes of energy and also flew on the current created by the shockwaves.

A prideful smile appeared on Vornek’s face as he looked below him where the hundreds of dragons could be seen, happiness and pride flashing in their eyes.

What they all just did now was one of the highest respect a dragon can give to a leader of theirs. The Golden Motes Sea ritual. It was used to help the flying dragon relax his wings and fly without using much energy. By all roaring at the same time, they caused the golden motes of energy to be like a sea which he was able to swim in and would carry him to wherever he was going.

One had to know the dragons were incredibly prideful and disdainful and very rarely would they choose to help nor accept help at all.

But Vornek accepted the help. It was a sign of respect from the multitudes of dragons some of whom could snuff him out of existence with a single claw swipe.

Only now did Vornek feel that peace of mind. The piece of mind of being around his own. The peace of mind of being back home.

The golden motes of energy pushed him forward and soon he arrived before a gigantic golden palace made of shining golden crystals…

ROOOOOOOOOOOOAR

A roar boomed out of his maw drawing the attention of the dragons who were outside the palace as they all gave a good look at him before immediately their eyes widened in shock.

“The son of the Emperor is back…”

“The son of the Emperor is back…”

FUUUUUUUUUUUU

It was the sound of the trumpet being blown and Vornek descended from the golden motes of energy flying in a circular format before descending onto the ground, causing the golden motes of energy to fall like rain on the palace, involuntarily letting their golden scales brighten up a little.

THUUUMP.

Gently he flew to the ground, as he looked at the people who were gathered in front of him, and instantly, golden lights exploded froth from him forming a pillar of golden energy that soared to the sky.

And immediately Vornek returned to his normal human form.

“Young master Vornek.”

“Young master Vornek…”

“Young Master Vornek…”

The greetings came from multiple of the dragons as Vornek raised his hands and waved at them slowly inching his way forward towards the entry of the palace.

Coincidentally, two figures dressed in golden royal robes also moved out at the same time he did, a big smile on their face.

“Elder Rorama…”

“Elder Jorama…”

Vornek greeted with a head bow at the duo before him. A lean man who had half and left side of his face covered in golden energy and with a prideful smile on his face while the other was a very beautiful lady who had the same golden scales on her face except that it enveloped the other half and right of her face instead. Currently, her eyes were flaring with incredibly bright golden-colored light.

Vornek could remember those two as they acted like a form of parent to him being the one who was responsible for taking care of him after his mother’s death.

“The Emperor is waiting for you, Vornek…” The man said as he gave a nod and they both turned back, Vornek following after them.

One might have expected to see the gigantic hall of the palace upon immediately entering, but the same wasn’t the case and one would first come in contact with the long passageway, whose floor was made with a golden marble with golden runic lines that brightly illuminated the space and shone and dim like a heartbeat.

All around the walls were different paintings depicting the images of gigantic golden-coloured dragons while on the other parts of the hall were statues of humans who were no doubt dragons and putting on crowns on their heads.

Vornek couldn’t forget who they were even a thousand years from now. They were the last king of the Golden Dragon and his direct ancestors. Very rarely do some dragons meet even their grandparents but Vornek knew everyone from the first golden dragon down to his line.

And nothing but absolute respect filled his mind when he heard of their tales…

The huge golden halls which were at the end of the golden passageway automatically opened and Vornek followed behind the duo, the view of the gigantic throne room filling his gaze.

Small steps climbed up the way to the golden-colored dais with hundreds of guards and servants around the place.

But what stole his attention was the back of a man who was currently standing at the utmost top of the dais.

And on entering, he slowly turned as Vornek saw that familiar face. That face that would never age for even a second.

And immediately he got on a knee, his clenched fist on his heart and his head bowed.

“I, Vornek Roosevelt, pay my respect to the Golden Emperor…”