The plane of Heaven Mountain is extremely strange. The incredibly majestic mountains rise from the truly boundless ocean, and each layer is arranged in sequence according to the mountain's terrain. There are seven layers in total.

Here, justice, mercy, order, grace and compassion are eternal rules, vigilant eyes stand firm against any form of evil, and all things show endless beauty.

With each level up, the soul of the visitor will be tempered and elevated. Only kind souls can climb the mountain of heaven.

When reaching the top of Mount Heaven, even kind and lawful beings will dissolve into the essence of the supreme goodness of this level and sacrifice their individual consciousness for glory. It is said that many powerful gods live here, but no one can confirm this.

"Shh-"

With white wings spread out, the divine warrior wearing silver armor and radiating light soared into the sky. Holding a huge sword in his hand, he climbed rapidly along the holy mountain.

——He is Walter Graham, a descendant of an angel from the material world. He just handed over his token in the Castle of Stars and received help from the "messenger" Barachiel.

And now, his target is the second level of Mount Paradise, Mochulia.

In the silver heaven filled with the Archangels, Walter was not very conspicuous. There were more angels flapping their wings and flying upwards with all their might.

Soon, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, he passed through the dark night sky of Lucia.

"Shh-"

Suddenly, golden light shone on that face, evaporating all the evil and sin that he had accumulated in the material world.

Walter subconsciously raised the giant sword and held it above his head like an umbrella to block the overly strong light that made him uncomfortable.

But soon, bathed in the light, he put down the giant sword in a daze, closed his eyes, and felt it all. His frown relaxed unconsciously, and even his soul was purified.

"It feels so familiar."

This golden glow reminded him of the prosperous Fadlan Empire decades ago. During the ascension ceremony, the sunlight he felt was just as strong and warm.

Walter opened his eyes. At this moment, he had calmed down a lot, and the hostility in his heart had dissipated completely.

He looked around this strange plane and muttered to himself: "We are finally here, Mercuria"

The second level of Mount Paradise, Mochulia.

The air here is thin but full of hope, and golden light shines on everything, so it is called the "Golden Heaven" by pilgrims.

Here, the hillsides are flat, the streams are fast, and there is lush vegetation everywhere, while the highlands and passes provide ample living space for the Archons, the Gedins, and other kind creatures.

Mercuria has a huge and majestic mausoleum complex where the noblest warriors can rest in eternal peace, and the residents of heaven will play harps and sing praises of their glorious deeds during the annual Day of Remembrance.

Armories and parade grounds used by the Archons are also scattered throughout the layer, and Heaven Mountain uses them to summon troops when needed. The Protoss armies often gather on this layer for training.

Bahamut's palace is also located here - and this is also Walter's destination this time.

Because the opponent he is about to face is a five-colored dragon, the most powerful of which is the red dragon, and asking for help from the metal dragon god who is opposed to it is undoubtedly a good choice.

Walter spread the white wings behind him, flapped them, and soared at full speed in the sky. After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the palace in the distance.

Above the rolling clouds, there was a magnificent temple. Its windows were gems inlaid in gold and silver, its walls were inlaid with red copper and emerald, and even the floor was made of refined mithril.

Metal dragon rings such as gold dragon, silver dragon, bronze dragon, and brass dragon are stationed at the entrance of the palace, countless kind-hearted sub-dragons are flying around, and armored dragon-born paladins are guarding around.

Even Walter, who had fought in the multiverse and had seen a lot, had never seen such a luxurious and magnificent palace.

He could not help but stare in amazement, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Is this the temple of Bahamut? It's incredible."

At the same time, he was secretly rejoicing in his heart that if he could get assistance from a being of this level, he would definitely be able to repel the red dragon.

Walter folded the wings behind him, supported himself with the giant sword, and half-knelt respectfully on the clouds.

He raised his head with a resolute expression and called out loudly: "Noble and powerful Lord of the North Wind! I, the descendant of the gods of Holy Fadlan, the Duke who rules North Ethel, Walter Graham - I pray to you sincerely here, hoping that you can lend a helping hand!"

Walter looked towards the palace in the distance, his eyes burning, and there seemed to be flames dancing in his golden pupils.

"Shh-"

"This is."

Walter showed surprise, and saw a gust of cold wind whistling under his feet, lifting the divine noble into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the cold wind rushed straight into the sky, carrying Walter towards the temple hanging high above the clouds.

The dragonborn paladins and dragons along the way politely moved out of the way, even the gold and silver dragons guarding the door, because they knew that the cold wind represented the will of Bahamut.

The golden door engraved with the holy emblem slowly opened, and the cold wind carried Walter into the hall, allowing him to step onto the floor made of refined mithril.

In this hall filled with treasures and glittering gold and gems, Walter stared at the ground without looking away, feeling a little nervous, fearing that he might accidentally offend the God of Good Dragon.

Bahamut did not reveal his figure, but his solemn and majestic voice echoed in the hall.

"So you are a descendant of the Holy Fadlan. After going through such a change, you are still able to maintain a pure and kind soul without being tainted by evil. You are quite good.

Walter Graham, will you settle in Heaven Hill and become my follower?

Walter was stunned for a moment, then half-knelt on the floor and quickly replied with a folded hand: "Your Majesty Bahamut, I am honored to receive your praise. It is absolutely an honor to be the follower of such a glorious and great being as you.

But I still have my own responsibilities in the material world, and there are hundreds of thousands of Fadlan people waiting for me, so I am sorry that I cannot obey your order. "

His answer was resounding, his voice as hard as steel.

Bahamut's voice seemed to become a little distant, but it was still quite gentle and calm. "A guest who has come from afar, so - why are you here?"

Hearing the god's active question, Walter showed joy on his face and quickly replied: "Your Majesty Bahamut, my territory is threatened by invaders from the north, so I want to ask for your help.

As for my enemy, you should have heard of this name - Cassius Clauberus Norichius. He is a brutal and ambitious red dragon who has established a vast empire in the north and is eyeing his homeland of Fadlan.

I suspect he is involved in the conspiracy of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, and I hope you can lend a hand and help us repel the invaders." Bahamut's voice was hesitant. "I admire your quality of upholding justice, but I cannot give you direct assistance.

I follow the teachings of the world's will and believe that gods cannot interfere in the affairs of the material world at will. This is just a war in the mortal world and has nothing to do with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen. "

Hearing such a response, Walter felt a little disappointed, but he still said respectfully: “Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty, I will not bother you anymore.

The people in my territory and the warriors under my command are still anxiously waiting for me."

"it is good."

"Shh-"

Bahamut did not respond. Another whirlwind blew and swept Walter out of the palace in an instant.

Walter looked at the palace in the distance, but he did not become discouraged. Instead, he spread the wings behind him again.

This request for help was just an attempt. Although the God of Good Dragons could not give him direct assistance, the metal dragons who pursued order and justice could, and the Golden Dragon Council he had helped was the best choice.

In the deepest part of Bahamut's palace, in the main hall covering tens of thousands of hectares, there are piles of treasures accumulated over eternity and the corpses of thousands of daring thieves.

This is the residence of Bahamut, who is usually accompanied by seven loyal and powerful ancient metallic dragons.

"He is a good mortal, brave, kind, and meets almost all my requirements, but unfortunately - he is on a path that is bound to fail."

I saw a platinum-colored, slender and winding dragon lying on the throne. Its size had already exceeded the cognition of mortals, like a majestic mountain.

The silver-white scales covering his entire body reflected a beautiful light, and his deep eyes were the gray-green color of the heart of a glacier - this was Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon King, Lord of the North Wind, and God of Good Dragons.

A huge silver dragon crawling at his feet, holding a scepter in its claws, asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, what do you mean..."

"Holy Fadran is completely dead - ever since that ignorant mortal chose to embark on that path, it has no chance of rebirth.

Without the help of the sun god, it would be a pipe dream for these mortals who are gradually losing their power to rebuild the holy Fadlan."

The ancient golden dragon picked up a crystal ball beside it with its claws, staring at the scene of Walter flying in the sky, and said hesitantly: "But, Your Majesty, if the red dragon really goes south, will it cause an irreparable catastrophe to the material plane?"

"Casius is indeed a difficult guy to control. Although he has the potential to become a dragon king, he may also turn to the other side at any time."

Bahamut opened his mouth slowly, and countless complex images suddenly appeared in his blue vertical pupils.

Heaven, Elysium, Zoo, Baator, the Abyss. Those deep eyes seemed to encompass all the outer planes.

"This is a helpless move. It is much better to let a barely salvageable dragon rule the earth than to let demons, devils, and the dragon queen take advantage of the situation."

The platinum dragon stood up and spread its extremely broad wings: "The mortal named Walter was not wrong.

It’s just that the material world today can no longer accommodate a pure idealist.”

Mochulia, the Mansion of Glory, is the residence of every elected Golden Dragon Archon. Inside it is an astral pool that leads to the Golden Dragon Council in the material world.

This luxurious mansion is made of solid metal, inlaid with gems and pearls everywhere, and even its walls are plated with gold.

At the entrance of the mansion, there are several young golden dragons in armor stationed. They are all loyal believers of Bahamut and are called "Guardians of Justice" by the dragons.

The current Golden Dragon Archon is an ancient Golden Dragon named Crassus, who has been in office for six hundred years and has a very high reputation. He is honored by the good dragons as the "Gilded Sage".

Every hundred years, this venerable Golden Dragon Archon would travel to the material world and convene a meeting of Golden Dragons from all over the world to elect the next Archon and discuss and handle important matters.

And decades ago, because Walter rescued an ancient golden dragon, the Golden Dragon Council owed him a favor, and Crassus also gave him a solemn promise.

"Stop, mortal."

At the entrance of the Glorious Mansion, the golden dragon guards on both sides stood in front of Walter, spreading their metallic wings with arrogant and cold expressions.

Walter held the huge sword in his hand, refusing to budge, and shouted firmly, "Sir Crassus, do you still remember me?
I am your friend and an ally recognized by the Golden Dragon Clan—Walter Graham from Holy Fadland."

"Let him in."

The low tone is like the sound of an ancient bell. Just by listening to the sound, you can feel the precipitation of life and the baptism of time.

"Yes, Lord Crassus."

The two Golden Dragon Guards bowed their heads respectfully and obediently retreated to the sides.

Walter walked quickly along the road that seemed too wide to humans, and soon came to the depths of the mansion, and the Golden Dragon Archon also revealed his figure.

——It was an extremely huge golden dragon, with a short face with thorns on its nose, two large matte and metallic horns on its head, and dozens of whiskers that looked like beards around its mouth.

The ancient golden dragon also has very narrow and deep eyes. Its light golden pupils are like faded gold, exuding the breath of time.

The eyes and whiskers give this golden dragon an exceptionally wise appearance, while the platinum crown on its head and the scepter in its claws with milky white nebulae and pole stars carved into it give it a noble temperament.

This is the current Golden Dragon Archon, the powerful ancient golden dragon, Crassus, known as the "Gilded Sage".

Crassus stared at the God-descendant not far away with his pale golden eyes, as if he had been waiting here for a long time. He just said calmly: "Long time no see, Walter. My friend, why are you here?"

Walter looked at the golden dragon and felt that it looked exactly the same as it did decades ago.

He gave a helpless smile and then said, "Sir Crassus, I have no other choice but to ask you - or more precisely, the Golden Dragon Clan - for help."

Crassus seemed to have expected this. He looked calm and asked calmly, "Who is your enemy?"

"Casius."

Walter answered truthfully, but he could clearly feel that when he said that name, the breathing of the ancient golden dragon in front of him obviously stagnated. (End of this chapter)