CHAPTER 560: CHAPTER 328: MY FOOLISH SECOND SON

Facing the temptation of becoming an Ancestor Dragon, any protests or objections are futile. Especially when Noah, who has already become an Ancestor Dragon, stands as proof, no parent hoping their offspring will excel can resist.

Indeed, not every dragon can become an Ancestor Dragon. The expectations of most dragon parents are not that high; as long as their children manage to partially revert to their ancestral bloodline, that’s already exceptional. Becoming an Ancestor Dragon is a tremendous achievement.

As long as Noah can lead a small number of the younglings in the Dragon Academy onto the path of reverting to their ancestry, not only will the Dragon Lords under him be completely devoted, but even those dragons not under his rule will enthusiastically send their offspring, even at some cost.

Noah is quite confident about the possibility of Ancestor Dragons appearing in the Dragon Academy. With the talents of the Metallic Dragon Race, geniuses are bound to be born, and with this cramming education method, Noah believes that he can surely produce a few Ancestor Dragons.

When Noah first founded the academy, to be honest, he wasn’t sure what sort of education should be implemented for dragons, since dragons are inherently strong.

But he had no choice; with all the Dragon Lords under him united, Noah could only agree.

Since a unique educational system for dragons was to be established, then the dragons receiving education must develop stronger combat abilities than wild dragons, surpassing them in every way.

Thus, Noah transplanted the educational system he had experienced and witnessed, whose effectiveness had been verified, and modified it according to the racial characteristics of dragonkind.

For example, dragons do not need four classes in the morning or three in the afternoon; it is merged into two extended classes without breaks.

Under such an educational system, thoroughly tempered dragons will emerge, stepping onto the path of reverting to their ancestry, adding to the prestige of the Dragon Academy that Noah established.

However, this is no overnight endeavor, and which dragons will awaken and become Ancestor Dragons is something Noah cannot predict; the Bloodline Ancestor is not limited by the strength of dragon bloodline, rather, the weaker it is, the easier it is to awaken.

Even if no results are achieved temporarily, the educational system of the Dragon Academy continues to operate stably, because Noah’s existence is the greatest assurance.

"Father!"

Terramus, exuding a weighty scholarly aura just like a young academic, stood before Noah, and under his feet, from the perspective of an Ancestor Dragon, Noah could see shadows as black as ink surging. In those shadows, one after another, brutal machines glistening with cold metal hues lurked, ready to strike.

"Have you made up your mind? Are you setting out now?"

"This is something I agreed upon with my elder brother; the time to fulfill that agreement has arrived."

The forty-five-year-old young dragon Terramus declared with a steadfast gaze.

Although unable to perfect the Giant God Weapon mastered by the goblins, the modified Mechanical Undead he possessed were sufficient to help his elder brother sweep through surrounding territories, as he had already crafted Mechanical Undead with legendary combat capabilities, assisted by an anonymous presence.

While few, numbering only three and unable to absolutely dominate the enemies surrounding his brother’s territories, they already have the qualification to sweep through.

The reason for not waiting any longer is Terramus’ fear that if he delayed further, his elder brother might, by his own strength, sweep through everything.

By that time, the agreement between the brothers would become laughable, although his elder brother wouldn’t mind, Terramus values it greatly, eager to prove himself.

"Since you’ve decided, then go; but before you leave, remember to arrange a substitute to avoid disrupting the education of students in mechanical engineering."

Noah did not stop his second son from assisting his firstborn, but merely offered a word of advice.

"A substitute? I’ve clearly submitted my resignation."

"Oh, I have already rejected your resignation request, so you are still a teacher at the academy. I’ve approved your leave, but not your resignation, so if you’ll be away for an extended period, you must find a substitute."

Noah stated nonchalantly.

"I can’t possibly return in a short period."

"Therefore, you must carefully select a substitute lecturer, ensuring his teaching quality is no lower than your usual standard."

"Alright then."

Seeing his father’s attitude, Terramus reluctantly agreed.

"By the way, let me, as a father, nosily ask, are you planning to go alone without any followers?"

As Terramus was about to take his leave, Noah stopped him, curiously inquiring.

"I have no followers or adherents, as you know, and do you think taking the goblins I know onto a battlefield is suitable?

Even though they have indeed created highly effective War Mechas, against legends, they’re too fragile."

Terramus replied to his father’s inquiry with a frown. Over these years, he had only traveled back and forth between the Giant God Workshop and the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, with no additional dragon interactions.

Apart from completing the teaching tasks forcibly assigned by his father, all his energy had been devoted to the transformation of the Undead Army.