The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 539 - 330: In the Name of the Father

On the New Continent, a dull thud suddenly echoed through the war-torn city of Dewensen.

Violet, who had just landed before the Elven Royal Court intending to find her sister, was startled. I thought those multicolored Evil Dragons had tailed me!

But when she turned, she saw a corpse, completely flattened by the force of gravity. Judging by the remaining hair, It seems... to be an Elf?

Even Violet, long familiar with tales of the multicolored Evil Dragons' brutality, couldn't help but let her jaw drop slightly in disgust.

Naively, she assumed this Elf corpse, fallen from the sky, was the Elf King who had been carried aloft by the black Dragon.

However, before Violet could look away, a sense of danger made her spring up like an agile large cat.

THUD.

Where she had just been standing, there was now a bloody, mangled 'Elf pancake,' its gore splattering her head and face.

This time, being closer, Violet noticed something odd.

This Elf, despite being battered into such a state, seemed... to still be alive. It writhed instinctively, struggling to rise...

This terrifying scene, the kind only described in legends of Barto Hell, finally frightened Violet.

And just as fear flickered in the Silver Dragon princess's eyes, a third, then a fourth, then a fifth Elf plummeted from the sky.

What exactly... is happening? she murmured, instinctively tilting her head up. The sight that met her eyes made her scales stand on end.

The once-brilliant clear sky had dimmed, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible dark green hue.

It was as if another world was being reflected in the sky above.

A Divine Realm?!

It was Afando, the Divine Realm worshipped by the Elves.

But now, it lacked all its legendary lushness and vitality. Quite the opposite, the deathly still and withered Divine Realm of Afando didn't seem to be a projection manifesting 'Divine Presence' in the material realm, but rather an invasion into reality from an ethereal outer plane, like a sac saturated with black pus.

Countless tiny 'black raindrops' struggled and wailed as they plummeted towards the earth.

It turned out that each drop of black rain was a Heroic Spirit from the Elven Divine Realm...

This was a... rain of Elves.

And in the distance, several colossal black pillars that pierced the heavens could be seen tearing through this illusory membrane, crashing down towards the land.

This is the end, this is the end, this is the end... Violet mumbled frantically, like a startled large kitten, clutching her head with her claws, her tail stiffening.

Then, just before the torrential 'rain' began, she tucked her long tail and hastily fled into the Elven Royal Court.

Because her sister was there.

In this moment, she finally regretted her mischief in running away from home. But even more than regret, she felt an inexplicable sense of grievance...

Mother once told me the world outside Dragon Island was very dangerous, but I never imagined it could be *this* perilous! I just left Dragon Island, and I've already encountered the legendary 'Descent of a God'! And this descending deity is clearly unhinged!

But Violet, having barely started running with her head down, collided with a wall. She yelped as she tumbled to the ground, rolling several times.

"Violet! What are you doing here?" Satilaesa, who had just received word of her sister's arrival, rushed out, her face grim.

"Satilaesa, I'm scared!!!"

Although this was the first time Violet had met this Dragon sister outside of Magic Communication, and despite the unfamiliar scale color, the resonance and attraction of their shared bloodline made her press herself against Satilaesa's chest with a sound close to a choked sob, repeatedly rubbing her cheek against the other's scales.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Seeing Violet so frightened yet docile, Satilaesa found herself unable to voice the stern criticisms she had prepared. Instead, she consoled her in a tone their father used to use.

She too had seen the scene outside, her gaze growing more solemn than ever before.

Especially if she wasn't mistaken, the one descending was likely the legendary Spider Goddess—Rose.

This unprecedentedly dire situation had clearly surpassed what she could control.

Reason urged her to order the dragons to retreat immediately, to get away from this anomalous land. But sensing something amiss, Satilaesa quickly stepped forward, her tail reaching to drag over an Elven Heroic Spirit that hadn't been smashed to pieces on impact, cushioned by its own flesh.

However, her tail had barely brushed its body when Satilaesa reflexively withdrew it.

Satilaesa, who had inherited her father David's Authority of Arrogance, felt her pupils constrict. She saw wisps of 'black smoke' emanating from the tip of her tail and felt an inexplicable irritation rising from deep within her.

Dragon madness? No, this seems even more troublesome than that. Satilaesa had already observed the reactions of the other dragons in the city, and even the captive Elves.

This was a spiritual contamination, more troubling than the Dragon Mad Lock, affecting all living beings, including dragons.

If even she, a legendary Dragon, was affected, what hope was there for other dragons, let alone mortals?

Fortunately, to guard against the Elves and similar threats, like the Mithril Dragon Mad Lock her father had once possessed, she still carried numerous protective countermeasures with the army. She immediately issued a more cautious command,

"Relay this order! Deploy all Thunder Dragon Scepters! Take temporary shelter from the 'rain'!"

"Yes!"

No matter how many Heroic Spirits Afando Kingdom has, Satilaesa thought, there must be a limit to such a torrential 'downpour'. But if the rain doesn't stop before Rose descends, we'll have no choice but to brave it and retreat.

However, an even more unexpected situation soon arose.

Those Elven Heroic Spirits, battered so badly their own mothers wouldn't recognize them—their flesh, blood, and even their departed souls began to slowly merge, forming grotesque, chilling 'Monsters.'

Some resembled giant, wailing infants crowned with flowers.

Others merged with the ruined treehouses, their roots tearing from the earth with agonized roars as they became mobile.

Those that fell into rivers or the sea transformed into sea Monsters as horrifying as Dagon.

War on the ground was about to erupt.

Soon, something else took the dragons, including Satilaesa, utterly by surprise.

As if snow were rapidly accumulating in a massive blizzard, the palaces of the Elven Royal Court began to emit cracking sounds, groaning under an unbearable weight.

This is bad... We... Before Satilaesa could issue another command, she was swiftly ensnared by an animated tree root that burst from the earth.

Seeing her sister suddenly attacked, watching the Royal Court's dome thunderously collapsing towards them, Violet, in her despair, instinctively cried out for the one being her mother had described as almost omnipotent...

"Daddy..."

"...I am here. Do not fear."

Though the voice clearly emanated from her own throat, it filled her with an inexplicable sense of security.

For an instant, Violet felt as if the entire world before her had frozen.

She felt she must be hallucinating...

Whenever she asked about her father, her mother, Alicia, would always say he had merely gone to another world for a while.

But as she grew older, she gradually came to understand what 'going to another world' truly meant.

Yet the next moment, she found that her body, which had curled up tightly out of excessive fear, had somehow stood up.

An unending torrent of power, seeming to surge from the depths of her soul, coursed through her. Though a Silver Dragon not typically known for strength, she now possessed power akin to a superior Dragon, bracing against the collapsing dome with her claws.

Meanwhile, Satilaesa, who had used her Authority of Arrogance to phase through the vines and break free, was stunned into a long silence by that familiar, distinctly 'fatherly' phrase. Her face a mask of bewilderment, she stared at 'Violet' and blurted out,

"Father?"

"Ah... Satilaesa, are you alright?"

David, now inhabiting Violet's body, looked at his eldest daughter, who had called him 'Father' after such a long time. His heart swelled with emotion, deeply moved.

Nearly thirty years had passed.

He, David Uthos, had returned...

Only Violet, the one 'possessed', was utterly dumbfounded.

To be called 'Father' by her own sister... This feeling... It's so weird!