The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 518 - 312: Where Did the Star Go?

"Damn it."

Seeing the Elf Godchosen before him reduced to nothing more than a toy for The Wandering God, David, who was preparing to personally deal with the Dragon Mad Locks, felt a wave of frustration.

He even felt somewhat Wrathful.

This feeling was akin to playing an RTS game, on the verge of securing a decisive advantage through brilliant tactics, only to discover the opponent was blatantly cheating with map hacks.

"Alright, no more games. I’m laying my cards on the table."

"I’m not playing this game anymore."

Having already dispelled the Air Ban Mystlock, David stomped his foot, and all six coalescence engines of his wings flared to life.

He was ready to flee the scene immediately.

He would use his superior maneuverability to kite this avatar of The Wandering God.

I’ll destroy the Dragon Mad Locks that the Elves rely on for a comeback right in your face. How about that? Angry yet?

Arrogance.

But just as David was about to engage Mach-speed flight as usual, the Eye of Greed foresaw his death, prompting him to reflexively alter his flight path.

Yet, he still heard a WHISH cut through the air.

Turning back in anger, he saw one of his wings had been chopped off by the Elf Godchosen, whose body blazed with the brilliance of divine power.

Suddenly losing an ’engine’ on one side, David spiraled down into the Central Business District like a top.

Everywhere he passed, the already precarious district was left in ruins.

This single ’accident’ caused by the Elf’s divine power instantly claimed more Elf civilian lives than the casualties from David’s previous full-strength attack.

If I hadn’t used the Authority of Greed to anticipate and alter my trajectory, my guts would probably be spilling out right now, he thought.

One should never underestimate an Avatar in its prime, David mused. And this one might not even be in its absolute prime state. After all, if it were me, I probably couldn’t bring myself to offer everything so completely in exchange for a deity’s help with revenge.

But just as David decided to ignore the collateral damage to Elves in favor of gaining some maneuvering space, the Eye of Greed showed him a magnificent scene, one visible only to gods or beings of divinity:

Thousands upon thousands of souls, like fireflies, rose from the ruins, ascending into the night sky. They converged into a ribbon of light that meandered through the devastated city, eventually flowing into an invisible river.

That was... the Styx River.

In that instant, a realization struck him. Yes, aside from the War God who once possessed Valhalla and could use it to retrieve Heroic Spirits meeting the criteria, all other gods—unless it involved their personally selected God-favored individuals or Godchosen—had to let souls pass through the Styx River equally, according to the primordial agreement signed between the Dawn Gods and the Lord of the Nine Hells. Only after reaching the Hazy Dominion would they have a chance to be selected by the gods’ emissaries and brought to their Divine Realms. Similarly, even if Leopold was a one-in-a-million Godchosen, his family members couldn’t all be Fanatical Believers, could they? That sort of devotion isn’t something you can just declare.

Having suddenly grasped this rule of death, David abruptly changed his plan. He rose, tilted his head, and looked at the Elf Godchosen, who was being progressively consumed by The Wandering God, with a pitying expression. He smiled and said, "Leopold, you are actually far freer than you imagine."

"What?" As expected, Leopold, who should have already lost his humanity, faltered for a moment, responding instinctively before succumbing to rage, "Shut up!"

The twin blades of The Wandering God slashed straight at him.

As a fleshy tumor began to sprout from his shoulder blade, David retreated backward, a grin playing on his lips as he sensed an opportunity.

But this grim pleasure was short-lived. A Magic Communication came through from Lizrite, who was leading the dragons, "David, the Mystlocks in the city district have been dealt with."

"That fast?" David was taken aback by the dragons’ efficiency.

"But there were only two sets. We couldn’t find any trace of a third."

"What?" Hearing Lizrite’s report, David’s expression finally turned grave.

The Elves had originally forged five sets of Dragon Mad Locks. The Golden Puzzle Lock had been seized by the Gold Dragon King of Toriel, sealed and guarded for generations. The Mithril Enigma Lock was shattered on the spot; its main remnants were acquired by Lizrite’s mother, Flameclaw Figaroa, and later fell into my, David’s, claws, remaining under my control to this day. If Dewensen only has two sets, then the Elves most likely kept one in reserve.

"This is troublesome," David muttered to himself, looking up at the sky.

But then, he decisively threw his head back and let out a Dragon’s Roar: "ROAR!!!"

The message to his dragon kin was exceptionally clear.

"Retreat!"

The potential disaster from the Moon Goddess’s avatar is almost resolved. The Elven high command in Elariya has been virtually wiped out by our forces, drastically reducing their immediate war-making capability. The Dragon Mad Locks that could be used for avatars have also been destroyed. We’ve gained such a huge advantage; it’s more than enough. If we don’t pull back now, we risk being encircled by recovering Elven forces and overwhelmed.

But just as David gave the order for a full retreat, the night wind blew the dark clouds apart, revealing, at the very center where three divine powers converged, a blood-red moon slowly emerging from the void.

"Rose, fuck your mother!"

Even though David had been constantly on guard against a backstab from the Spider Goddess, to the point of acting preemptively without sleep, he still couldn’t hold back the profanity.

No sooner had David finished cursing Rose’s entire female lineage than he faintly realized that this ’red moon’ seemed terribly damaged.

Well, Rose must have kept her promise, after all. But, barely, he thought.

「And not long before.」 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

On the Toriel Plane, at Eternal Gathering Island, the High Elves, who over the years had responded to the call and returned from the continent of Ferren to this island paradise, were now gathered around a magical ritual centered on a bronze Mystlock, chanting loudly in Elvish,

"Under the witness of sky and earth,"

"We call upon the power of our ancient ancestors, may the eye of The Slaying King Star open!"

"Cross the boundaries of time and space, listen to our plea."

"Meet us within the eye of the Mystlock, be with us."

"The light of the stars, guide our path forward."

"In this eternal night, with your frenzied power, protect us."

"O Slaying King Star, instill fear in the lost!"

"Let the light of truth illuminate the darkness!"

As the incantation was chanted, the very air around Eternal Gathering Island seemed to tremble. Mysterious runes and ancient totems traced paths of light across the island’s sky, like beacons guiding the lost in darkness.

Then, in the night sky, a crimson star, like a demon’s eye, appeared and descended upon them.

The Slaying King Star was revealed!

Its power was utterly chaotic and frenzied, yet the High Elves felt an unprecedented sense of peace and strength. They knew that as long as this star remained, their homes and safety were protected.

However, the next moment, they seemed to hear an elusive woman’s laughter—so joyful, so manic.

And then, the Elves of Eternal Gathering Island witnessed a scene that plunged them into despair.

Along with the laughter, The Slaying King Star shattered...

At that moment, the High Elves of Eternal Gathering Island felt as if they, too, had split apart.

They watched helplessly as the remaining half of The Slaying King Star, under an invisible force, disappeared into the night sky, leaving Toriel.

The instant Dragon Madness vanished from Toriel, the colossal dragons that had slumbered on the Toriel Plane for years, gathered by Tiamat’s call, all awoke at once.

After thirty thousand years, they had finally witnessed a night without stars.

The Red Dragon Vassal Ephelomon, who had already personally reached the Toriel battlefield, issued his orders, "In accordance with the last will of the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat: Wipe out Eternal Gathering Island! Reclaim Toriel! Exterminate all the ’High Elves’ of this plane, hunt them down to the very last one!"

With that, the Red Dragon Vassal looked to the heavens and sighed, "Your Majesty, do you see? The vision you painted all those years ago has finally come to fruition. We, the Chromatic Dragons, have done it."

Yet the final scene of The Slaying King Star’s shattering left the Red Dragon Vassal with a faint unease. This battle has gone too smoothly. It’s as if the Elven gods deliberately abandoned this plane and the Elves remaining on it. So then... where did the other half of The Slaying King Star go?