The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 520 - 313: Legacy of the Dragon God (Part 2)

Chapter 520: Chapter 313: Legacy of the Dragon God (Part 2)

"In the north wind, day and night, I stand watch."

"I wish to become the beacon of your return..."

"I wish...to become the beacon of your return..."

The one who uttered these words had long since disappeared; only this audio fragment perpetually echoed in the void of this kingdom’s heavens. Just as he had said, he stood watch, day and night, without cease, only to guide the return of the two Dragon Gods to their homeland.

"Father..." In that moment, the usually misty-eyed Silver Dragon Alicia, as she gazed at the crimson Slaying King Star, finally couldn’t stop her crystalline tears from falling, like snowflakes tumbling from the gray sky.

At the same time, on the lonely Dragon Island overseas, the Metal Dragon priests sensed the approach of the blood moon. They should have been the first to wield the Thunder Staff and enter slumber to defend against the draconic madness. Instead, they too heard the former Silver Dragon King’s vow of vigilance. Thus, as if the dragonfall battle from thirty thousand years ago had returned in a cycle, they once again defied the commands of the gods. In the invading north wind, they devoutly prostrated, raising their necks, solemnly chanting the name of the Dragon God Bahamut, along with the hymns about Him, like a symphonic tribute of dragons.

This delay allowed crimson to spread across Dragon Island, densely packed with dragons. Yet, the bloodshed did not stop, nor did the tributes. This crimson paean, though it didn’t reach the distant Elven Kingdom on the Granyel Continent or the ears of the pantheon, seemed to them like an enormous tolling bell, a death knell.

"Angreis, stop at once!!!"

This was the first time all elves directly heard the voice of their principal deity in the material realm, yet it was with such restlessness and panic.

"No, you cannot possibly imagine the humiliation I’ve endured before! Such disgrace can only be repaid with blood!" But the Moon Goddess Sahani ignored everything else, frenzied as if she had been provoked.

"Hahahaha." The overt quarrel between the two elven deities was met with unprecedented jovial laughter from the Spider Goddess Rose. It seemed she saw her own past self in the Moon Goddess.

"David! We must retreat!!!" The Slaying King Star continued its descent. This forced Dragon Dad Attilicia to fly over the city, risking elven snipers. She struggled to activate Thunder Guard to protect the Chromatic Dragons’ lucidity.

"Mother!" David cried out.

Pafila, always in silent understanding with David, seized the moment amid the chaos of the elven gods, raising claws and wings high. The scarlet blade cleaved towards the blood moon. Under the watchful eyes of the elven deities, they naturally couldn’t shatter The Slaying King Star directly, but this blow tore open the portal to the void completely.

In that moment, whether it was the battling throng of dragons, elves, gods, or David himself being pursued by the incarnation of The Wandering God, all eyes turned to the sky shrouded by the blood moon. Time seemed to freeze. And within this rapt attention, on the other side of the void, it seemed as if there truly was a presence that had heard this call of the crimson tribute. Ripples emanated from the portal of time and space. This set all beings on edge.

The fight to the death between Tiamat and Bahamut was no secret to either David’s party or the elven deities, and they knew what the outcome meant. So who was returning now? Was it the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat, or was it the King of the North Wind, Bahamut? Or should He be called—Sovereign of the Nine-faced Dragon God?!

But just as everyone was holding their breath in anticipation, an aged, weather-beaten red head poked through.

"Tiamat..." Upon seeing the Red Dragon head, David hadn’t even finished feeling relieved when his expression suddenly froze. Because while the dragon’s head was indeed red, in terms of size, it wasn’t even fit to lace up the boots of the Chromatic Dragon Queen.

Just as the dragons had begun to suspect their own Dragon Queen’s legend was exaggerated...

"Christoph?" David was completely dumbstruck.

As if hearing David’s call, this elder dragon, appearing as if constipated with extreme anxiety and scanning all around, immediately locked eyes with the bewildered David: "David Uthos! Quickly... The Queen sent me..."

But before he could even finish calling out the name, the expression of the elder dragon, who still had some surprise in his eyes, froze. Under the indifferent gaze of the Moon Goddess Sahani, the deity who had once opened the Teleportation Gate, leading the High Elves from their lost homeland, clenched his fist. And so the portal in the void also closed, like a guillotine mounted upon the blood moon. Within the torrent of cascading blood, the crimson dragon head, like a falling star, plummeted towards the wastelands outside the city of Dewensen.

David clutched his head with his claws, his entire being devastated.

The legendary life of Christoph the Ancient... ended so easily?

"At least finish what you were saying before dying, AAAAHHH!!!"

Wrath

He hated copper dragons who liked speaking in riddles the most in his life! Encounter one, beat one!

David immediately ignored the Chosen of The Wandering God. His newly grown, still asymmetrical wings suddenly erupted with a dazzling Mach cone as he sprinted towards Christoph’s plummeting head.

Maybe it could still be saved!

If that failed, he would have no choice but to surrender that ancestral Red Dragon’s head to Gluttony. Then he would know what the Chromatic Dragon Queen had instructed Christoph! Without figuring this out, he wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink during his next rest!

Yet, just as David had taken off, the Chosen of The Wandering God, relentlessly chasing him, lassoed David’s dragon tail with a snake-headed whip he had picked up from a Drow corpse. Dragged directly, like the tail of a fighter jet breaking the sound barrier, the whip stretched longer and longer. Even if his face was contorted like a mahi-mahi by the fierce wind, his features grotesquely distorted, he still clung to that snake-headed whip, inching closer towards the Red Dragon ahead.

Meanwhile, during the Red Dragon’s head descent, the gods, who had been keeping an eye on it, were stunned to realize an astonishing truth: inside that dragon’s head, half of which was gradually metalizing, two kinds of divine power were simultaneously dispersing!

Could it be... Had Tiamat succeeded?! And sent them back to Elariya in this manner?

The gods were shocked and suddenly understood.

"Stop him!"

"Kill him!" Corellon nearly commanded Feimar, The Wandering God.

Under such circumstances and at such a frenzied, passionate speed, only the material incarnation of The Wandering God could barely keep up. Only he could prevent the Red Dragon from approaching the divine legacy left by the Chromatic Dragon Queen!

As the gods had anticipated, when David was about to reach the falling head of the Red Dragon, the Chosen of The Wandering God, dual blades in hand, arrived at David’s most vulnerable underside like a climber.

"Leopold, there is no one who understands you better than I do, as your enemy," he said.

SQUELCH!

"Shut up!" The incarnation of The Wandering God slit his throat in one stroke, leaving David unable to speak.

Yet, Magic Messaging resonated with David’s steady, devilish voice, tempting him: "I know you hate me, but I also understand who you hate even more. After all, he is the one who brought ruin to your family, isn’t he? And now, the opportunity has arrived... I know how you will choose... Haha, hahahaha!"

Arrogance

"Die!!!" The incarnation of The Wandering God stabbed another blade into David’s heart, then tore straight through his belly.

"David!!!" At that moment, Attilicia, above Dewensen, her eyes split with rage.

Yet, at the same instant, David’s tail, like a crimson spear, pierced through the chest of the Chosen of The Wandering God. Leopold had a chance to avoid it. But in that instant, just as David had ’predicted,’ his body, while swinging the blade, paused for a moment. That was the final struggle of Leopold, the Chosen of The Wandering God, in this world—against the gods, against fate.

All the dragons and elves watched in disbelief as David and Leopold fell simultaneously like two meteors.

The next moment, although David’s heart had stopped beating and he should have died under the divine attack, his body was enshrouded in a blood mist that flared like flames.

Bloodscale Fury

Resilient Fury

Authority—Wrath

Then, under the stunned gazes of the elven gods, David acted. Though his throat was slit and his stomach cut open, his innards still writhed as if alive. He used his claws to spread his own guts wide open. In the next moment, his stomach, like a monster opening its gaping maw, furiously inhaled the tumbling Red Dragon head.

Authority—Gluttony

David’s Tokamak heart, which should have been silent in death, once again thundered to life under the incredulous, furious glares of the gods. The variegated divine power from the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat and the platinum divine power from the King of the North Wind Bahamut inflated together within David.

It was a cross-shaped radiance that pierced through heaven and earth.