CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 328: MY FOOLISH SECOND SON_2

"Of course, I am not referring to those goblins. I have already signed an executive order prohibiting any goblins from setting foot on the front line. They can only engage in research, production, and related professions."

Although Noah was not fond of the goblins’ appearance, he had to admit that once the technology possessed by the goblins was promoted, its impact on the realm of people’s livelihood would be extraordinary.

For example, just the research and manufacture of goblin’s airships, introduced into the commercial field, have turned the Giant God Workshop’s finances from losses to profits.

This has also led to Elisium City, originally just the commercial and trade core of the Eastern Territory of the Xilantia Continent, trending toward becoming the continent’s commercial center.

Due to the emergence of goblin airships, merchants’ footprints extended farther, spreading the influence of the Holy Dragon Land even further.

Even if the airships have various dangers and drawbacks, their low cost and the advantage that even ordinary people can operate them are enough to establish their dominance in the air transport industry.

"I just wanted to remind you, when you want to do something and are extremely eager to succeed, you should be adept at utilizing all the resources at your disposal."

"All the resources at the Giant God Workshop have already been..."

"My foolish son, have you forgotten your identity as my offspring?"

Noah couldn’t help but sigh,

"Why don’t you mobilize recruitment under your own name?"

"Under my name, initiate recruitment? Recruit whom? Those dragon lords under your command? They don’t even know me!"

Terramus frowned even more because he felt his father’s suggestion was incredibly absurd.

"It’s true they’re not familiar with you, but you are my offspring, so it is irrelevant."

"Irrelevant?"

Terramus couldn’t understand.

"You really should get out more, ideally listening more to the voices of our kin rather than fiddling with your mechanical undead."

Noah sighed,

"Do you know how many dragon lords I have under my command?"

"One hundred and thirty-two," Terramus answered.

"Do you know when these dragon lords swore allegiance to me?"

"Of course I do, they all..."

"This is already public information, why haven’t you realized it yet?"

Noah couldn’t help but shake his head,

"Of the one hundred and thirty-two lords, one hundred and twenty-one were ennobled in the same period. In the subsequent hundred years, I’ve only ennobled eleven lords. It’s not even certain that one dragon will be ennobled in a decade. Do you know why?"

"Because there’s too little land?" Terramus blurted out.

"Yes, my territory is too small to support too many dragon lords simultaneously. But, even with this control over the number of dragon lords, a severe problem has already emerged."

"What problem?"

"My dragon lords have become stronger than a century ago, and their demands have grown with the sands of time, yet their territories remain the same as they were a century ago, with no changes. They have no way to expand outward."

Noah lowered his head, his tone grim, dragon eyes blazing like the sun,

"Even if you haven’t understood them, based on your own understanding, if you were in the same situation as them, what choice do you think you would make?"

"War!"

At this moment, Terramus suddenly realized how unaware he was of his father’s territory, which appeared increasingly prosperous yet harbored such tremendous risks and dangers.

The Dragon Clan are creatures that can never be satisfied, Terramus knew this all too well. Just like himself, even though he’s completed the transformation of his Undead Army, he still yearns for a larger, stronger Mechanical Army; he is not satisfied with his current achievements.

"Indeed, it’s not just these dragon lords craving war, but also the students you teach. A century later, when they graduate, even if only a part wish to become lords, they will become the source of war and conflict."

Noah unveiled an even more terrifying reality, the primary source of students for the Dragon Academy being the offspring of dragon lords, and most of these hatchlings, under the influence of their parents, would also want to become dragon lords like their parents.

Nearly five hundred dragons, even if only half of them desire lordship, the demand for land will be something the current Xilantia Continent cannot meet.

Moreover, these dragons will intermarry, and the offspring they produce, even if only partially influenced, will lead to an exponential increase in land demand.

The territorial expansion war incited by the Metallic Dragon Race is inevitable, and regardless of the reason, the war’s scale will only grow larger, extending its range beyond the current plane to other material planes.

This impending war will not be deterred by the will of any dragon, not even Noah, famed as the Holy Dragon, can stop it. Or rather, as long as the order he commands exists, the war led by dragon lords is sure to follow and become ever more terrifying as the number of lords increases.

"Father, have you deliberately guided all this?"

A feeling of unprecedented fear rising in his heart, Terramus looked up at his father towering over him and felt an unprecedented chill.

For he could foresee endless lives wailing and then perishing beneath dragon wings.

"No, I did not deliberately guide this. This is the inevitable expansion instinct of order. When order loses the ability to expand outward, it enters infinite internal strife, eventually collapsing in it."

Noah denied Terramus’ words,

"As the Great Lord, the only thing I need to do is ensure that the order I have constructed has greater expansion potential, with a longer enduring life and vitality."

"Father, if all is as you say, then when I step forward as your offspring to initiate recruitment, many dragon lords will likely lead their favored and servants to join me."

"You can give it a try."

Noah’s words carried a hint of a smile,

"To be honest, I can currently only sense their thirst for war, but to what extent they anticipate war, I do not know.

So, Terramus, my child, go and test it for me, to verify if what I’ve described and my prediction of the future is correct!"

"As you wish."

Though he hadn’t initially intended to leverage the power of any dragon lord, Terramus had now changed his mind, as his father put it, why not go all out and spare no means when he wanted to accomplish something?

Besides, as the Holy Dragon’s son, launching recruitment under the Holy Dragon’s name, to his father’s followers, was a right he should have.

Of course, choosing whether to refuse or respond to the recruitment was the freedom of those dragon lords, after all, he is merely the Holy Dragon’s son, not the Holy Dragon himself.

However, what surprised both Terramus and Noah was that when the rarely seen son of the Holy Dragon publicly appeared and announced his imminent journey to the Other Shore Continent for a conquest war, the entire Holy Dragon Land was in an uproar.

It wasn’t just the dragon lords eagerly responding, but also many small and medium nobles once ennobled by the Augustus family, and the free professional class formed by affluent citizens, all showing unexpected enthusiasm.

At that moment, as the Great Lord, Noah realized that the longing for war was not limited to those increasingly powerful dragon lords; human nobles and the dragon-man citizens, who had transformed under the Dragonization Domain, also yearned for glory.

It seemed that the Great Lord himself was the only one in the Holy Dragon Land who truly revered peace.