Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 467: 455 Imperial Guardian_1
“Pat…pat…”

Crisp footsteps resounded through the quiet hall as the various bigwigs, who had been tightly huddled together and chattering away, spontaneously made way for a wide path.

Golden Emperor Gode looked listlessly at the direction of the unusual event, only for his expression to become completely invigorated afterwards.

As his face gradually grew more excited, an elderly man clad in silver heavy armor with a red cape draped over his shoulders was slowly walking towards him.

Although the elder’s hair was white and his face was covered with wrinkles, he looked spirited with an upright posture.

Even his strides were forceful, the soles of his war boots striking the hall’s floor tiles, issuing a crisp and rhythmic sound.

The heavy armor seemed to have no impact on his movements, as if it were as light as ordinary clothes.

The full-body armor appeared extremely delicate, adorned with precious, rare gems and intricate gold threads, making him look exceedingly noble and imposing.

Compared to him, Gode seated on the throne and adorned with countless extravagant accessories appeared like an upstart.

Following the elder was a refreshingly clean-looking young girl with short hair.

It was Heel!

After Lady Bauhinia and Mentor went to the Dawn Forest, she and Black Rose chose to stay in the Western Empire.

Heel hadn’t seen Black Rose for a while, as she seemed to be busy with some work not suitable for the light of day.

Originally, Heel had intended to accompany Lady Bauhinia to the Dawn Forest, but before she could put this plan into action, her father had stopped her.

Her father, the elder now striding towards Gode, was the guardian of the Western Empire, the number one powerhouse in the open continent: Dudley, Empire Guardian.

At least until some secluded old demons of unknown origin and era appeared, he was unanimously regarded as the most powerful person on the continent.

If he had been willing to intervene back then, it’s likely the empire wouldn’t have been split into the Eastern and Western Empires.

Before this appearance, he hadn’t shown himself in public for a long time.

Due to his age of over five hundred years, many speculated that this living legend symbolizing the empire might have already left the world.

But now, he was showing everyone that they were wrong.

Dudley, the Empire Guardian, enjoyed immense prestige, so before he spoke, no one at the scene dared to take the initiative to speak, including the seemingly most respected Golden Emperor Gode.

Finally, Dudley stood before Gode.

Under normal circumstances, no ordinary person would be allowed to get this close to the emperor, as this distance could be fatal for those harboring malicious intent.

Although Gode was now a puppet, no noble bigwig dared to flout this rule casually.

Of course, Dudley certainly wouldn’t care, and with his status and power, no one could control him either.

At this time, Dudley stood before Gode, looking at him with an indifferent gaze.

Although his expression didn’t show any specific changes and no words were spoken, he seemed no different from a humanoid statue.

Even so, Gode felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure pouring out from Dudley, oppressively bearing down on him.

“Whimper…whimper…”

Before long, Gode’s face turned red, and he felt a stifling sensation in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

If this situation continued, the pitiful emperor might make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Fortunately, just as Gode’s physical, and mental state reached their limit under this pressure, the unbearable force suddenly vanished cleanly as Dudley shook his head slightly.

“Huff… huff…”

Poor Gode gasped heavily, his face red and drenched in cold sweat, completely devoid of an emperor’s dignity.

However, he had no energy to pay attention to so much at the moment; he felt just as if he’d been salvaged from the deep sea.

Though it was embarrassing, at least he could bear it.

This was just his own opinion, as Dudley’s gaze towards him was filled with disappointment.

Gode was someone he had watched grow up, but compared to the empire’s previous emperors, the difference was far too great.

How could Dudley believe that Gode, whose body had long since been hollowed out by wine and debauchery, would be able to shoulder the burden and successfully guide the Western Empire through this crisis?

Back when the empire was split, he didn’t intervene because it was a family matter within the imperial family, and in his view, there was no significant difference in the outcome, whatever it might be.

However, the present situation was different: the Eastern Empire, alongside dirty monsters and the Vide Bearded Barbarians who were not much different from common barbarians, had launched an attack on the Western Empire.

No matter what, the imperial territory couldn’t be occupied by them.

With a quiet sigh in his heart, Dudley looked deeply at Gode.

Although he wanted to say something to the useless emperor, ultimately, he said nothing, instead ignoring the latter and turning directly to look at the others around him.

In his view, talking to Gode at this point was a waste of time.

Dudley had never been one for inspiring or winning people’s hearts, and he didn’t need to say such words.

His cold, indifferent gaze swept the room, and those who had made eye contact with him unconsciously lowered their heads, pretending to be ostriches.

However, Dudley didn’t come to hold them accountable. He had come here with a simple task: to alleviate the troubles the empire was currently facing as much as possible.

Finally, he spoke. Although his voice wasn’t loud, it miraculously reached everyone’s ears clearly.

“Send someone to tell Scarlett that I hope she does nothing and stays put for half a year.

In half a year, I will give her a satisfactory response.”

Upon hearing Dudley’s words, everyone looked surprised, while Gode’s face turned ashen behind him.

At first sight of Dudley, there had been a glimmer of hope in Gode’s heart.

But at this moment, that glimmer of hope had turned into absolute despair.

Scarlett mentioned in Dudley’s words was the Crimson Empress.

And what the Crimson Empress wanted didn’t need to be elaborated further.

Everyone at the scene understood clearly: the split empire would finally have a conclusion after so many years.