The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases-Chapter 543 - 334: How Did You Die Twice?!

"What is that?"

At this moment, all the creatures of the New Continent of Elariya, who had been in constant terror due to these signs of destruction, involuntarily stopped what they were doing. They all stared, dumbfounded, at the spectacle of a million dragons converging, propping up the fissured heavens like a column of light aspiring to reach the sky—a Tower of Babel built from countless dragon bodies in the material realm.

This naturally included Emperor Klinsmann of the Luwalden Empire, who was personally directing the construction of defenses on the Elven border. The once brilliant, golden-haired young Adonis had, over thirty years, transformed into a pudgy, middle-aged, greasy man, his handsome features long gone. Only his eyes, narrowed to slits by the blessing of the Dragon Blood, remained as sharp as ever. But as he clearly saw the scene in the sky and sensed a certain presence, the weathered emperor suddenly began to weep profusely, his subjects looking on, astonished.

The Dragon Lord he followed had returned.

The Scarlet Dragon, who had granted him and Luwalden a new life, had miraculously come back from the dead. This was a miracle, one bestowed upon this world.

Klinsmann suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice soaring in an excited shout, "Oh, my lord, David Uthos! If you do not despise your kin's weakness, I, a mere mortal, Klinsmann... am willing to join you in battle, soaring at your wingtips!"

He was once a puppet king, his future uncertain. It was the appearance of the Scarlet Dragon that had altered the trajectory of his fate. Now, faced with peril, he wished only to fight as a kin of the dragons, at the side of his Dragon Lord. This aspiration, harbored since his youth, still burned fiercely.

The air fell silent for a moment.

"As you wish," came the dragon's response from the ether.

The next moment, amidst the incredulous shouts of all, Luwalden's spiritual totem and pillar, their Emperor Klinsmann, suddenly ballooned in size. Scarlet horns sprouted from his forehead, and two fleshy bulges erupted from his shoulder blades, quickly splitting open into two dragon wings. With a stamp of his feet, he shot up into the sky.

"Your Majesty!" The frontline army fell to their knees in devout awe and fear.

Their Emperor had ascended in dragon form!

At this very moment, Klinsmann was not the only kin possessed by a divine presence. There was also the dragon-transformed Barbarian Rosinde, the dragon-transformed Ogre Monado...

...

To win this war, David had bet everything, his whole family entering the fray. Only he, who had experienced countless world-lines, understood more profoundly what the timeline he had seen Bahamut devour and sever truly signified. It meant they had no ground for retreat, no room for compromise. They could only mount a desperate resistance.

The 'Davids' leading the charge into Afando, the Elven Divine Realm, stirred up a tempest, like water poured into a boiling cauldron. These fallen gods were capable of annihilating any material plane. Yet, they were instantly obliterated upon the arrival of David's million Godchosen. Before the other Dragon Gods even needed to lift a finger, the Divine Realm was decimated. Not even the powerful Spider Goddess Rose was spared. A swarm of ants can kill an elephant; how much more so a million Dragon God Avatars wielding divine power?

This gave those dragons possessed by David an illusion:

The mighty Afando, the Elven Divine Realm. The apocalyptic disaster that had the Multiverse abuzz. Was that all?

But this situation changed drastically as the group of dragons rushed through the Teleportation Gate into Ferodiel, the elves' silent, desolate homeland.

Unable to communicate? This was David's first realization upon re-entering Ferodiel. Previously, he had mostly entered alone when dealing with other world-lines. The only time he had taken Bahamut with him, Bahamut was insane. Thus, he had not discerned this twisted rule of the world: although they could speak, an invisible wall seemed to be built between individuals. This wall blocked the understanding of each other's intentions, even with verbal communication. This immediately rendered the faith network David had used to link the dragon horde and 'himself' ineffective. They seemed powerful in numbers, but each dragon fought as if in a solitary battle.

Time and space are chaotic. David had already explored this with Tiamat. Normally, under the link of the Faith Network, this wouldn't have been an issue. But now, it became a deadly problem for the dragons. Every dragon, and even every 'self,' would make entirely different judgments based on different circumstances. Each dragon believed only what it saw, following the direction it steadfastly chose.

[Obsession]

Under the influence of this [Obsession], the dragon legion, which should have advanced in unified formation, quickly scattered after entering Ferodiel. They became a disorganized swarm in the confusing and chaotic environment.

?! David was shocked by the stir in his Authority. This wasn't one of the abilities in his Seven Sins Authority!

David suddenly recalled something. When he 'transcended' to the Ximor timeline, it had also appeared when he was most bewildered, before he had awakened his 'inherited wisdom.' And it wasn't just [Obsession]; [Denial], [Hatred], and [Despair] had appeared alongside it. At that time, David had thought this was due to his own changing state of mind leading to a corrupted transformation of his Authority. But at this moment, David was absolutely confident that his mentality was perfectly normal.

[Arrogance]

The only issue was that he could barely see the path ahead... No, it was that under the influence of this accursed place, all the dragons seemed to be getting lost, and each apparently trusted only the path it chose.

So, there seemed to be only two explanations right now:

Either this is my Authority indirectly revealing a potential influence I'm encountering—for instance, becoming [Obsessed]. Or... this is... the ability of our enemy this time, that Elven God-Abomination!

That Elven God-Abomination also possesses an Authority similar to mine?! How is this possible?!

This inference, so terrifying the more one pondered it, made David's heart skip a beat. Because if this speculation was confirmed, it would mean that the trump card, the power he and this Elven God-Abomination wielded... came from the same source!

Filled with concerns, David looked around. He suddenly realized that in the brief moment he was distracted, most had dispersed. Aside from a few Dragon Gods flying nearby and the swarm of dragons still moving away in the distance, only his mother Pafila and his dragon dad Attilicia remained by his side. David couldn't help but feel a touch sentimental. It seemed the 'Neverending Forest' trope, so common in movies, wasn't entirely fictional after all. When push came to shove, he still had to rely on the tacit understanding among a brood of dragons... Huh?

"..." But then, David saw his dragon dad Attilicia. Purely out of fear and an instinct to cling to stronger figures, Attilicia was trembling violently as he clung to Pafila's tail. Seeing this, David had to push back any touch of emotion he might have felt.

It was at that moment a sense of alarm surged inside David. He wanted to shout, but it was as if no dragon could hear his call.

The very next second, he saw the Laughing Goddess Hel being swallowed by an invisible, intangible hand, dragged directly into the depths of Ferodiel.

Pursue!

This time, the dragons' response was surprisingly unified; all chased after the Laughing Goddess Hel.

However, it didn't take long for David to witness a horrifying scene. Before their eyes, the void was filled with the dense remains of dragons. Unbeknownst to them, war had already broken out amidst this chaotic time-space. Casualties were occurring every moment. In an instant, the dead were stacked like mountains, spreading like seas.

And among them, they recognized one. It was none other than the rotting Dragon God Farazur.

...Farazur! How could you have died twice?!!! 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

[Wrath]

David felt he was being driven mad by this inept teammate.

Before David could fly over to check if this old scamp was playing dead again just as a battle was about to start...

"ROAR!!!!"

A scream filled with resentful hatred burst forth from the depths of Ferodiel. This seething sigh, this unstoppable indignation and roar, like an unseen tide, swept the floating dragon remains towards them.

[Hatred]

After finally tearing through this curtain of corpses with his Fusion Dragon Breath and seeing the being that stood tall in this silent world, David's pupils constricted to their absolute limit.

What Tiamat said was not untrue. It... was truly too large... And... its appearance was truly grotesque!