Tiamat certainly could not know what is called the principle of a Fission Chain reaction in heavy atomic nuclei.

Nor could she know that at this moment, Dragon Mother Pafila, with a flash of inspiration, was prepared to directly demonstrate her strength, ascend to godhood, and through this, ignite her godfire.

At this moment, David was the 'neutron source' Pafila would use to 'ignite the reaction'.

If Dragon Mother Pafila had previously only known the operational principle and applied it rigidly, then, at this very moment, David and Pafila, as two Red Dragons, were about to re-enact this microscopic observational process. Their goal was to obtain specific fission information, thereby gaining the 'divine power' associated with the concept.

David, whom Pafila had pulled into this, opened his eyes again.

At that moment, he seemed to stand directly on a dragon horn on Dragon Mother Pafila's snout.

He saw the vast battlefield of the Divine Realm;

He saw the webs of faith chains woven densely like a net;

He saw heights he had never imagined before;

Like a true Demigod, he looked down upon everything before him.

"Are you ready, my child?" Pafila asked.

"Of course, I am very excited, Mother," David answered, his consciousness briefly residing within the body of this red-scaled Red Dragon.

David certainly understood what Dragon Mother wanted him to be ready for.

Pafila was not only using David's Authority of Arrogance to ignite her godfire. Aware of his other powers, she also intended to use this opportunity to share with David the 'magical research achievements' she had accumulated over the years.

If this Multiverse itself possessed a will, then Pafila, a postdoctoral scholar in physics, planned to add her son David's name as a co-author to this SCI journal paper, one destined to be extraordinary.

Authority—Arrogance

Authority—Jealousy

Authority—Greed

With his Authorities activated and David's readiness confirmed, in the next second, Pafila, the legendary Red Dragon, raised her claws and wings high as if wielding a sword of nothingness. Every scale on her body bristled fiercely, like blades.

Countless tiny beads of blood, defying gravity, flowed upward along her scales toward her claws and her raised, closed wings. They surged higher, coalescing with the steaming sanguine aura around her into a dark red, ethereal mist, like a blood-red curtain against the dark canvas of the universe.

If, on Blue Star, uranium-235 or plutonium-239 were the most suitable materials for initiating a Fission Chain reaction, then in this world, the blood of a Red Dragon—rich in Mana Energy and capable of continuously irradiating its surroundings, transforming them into lava—was the most suitable 'heavy atomic nuclei' material for detonation.

In the eyes of the gods, these particles, laden with a terrifyingly vast amount of Mana Energy, danced exquisitely under an invisible yet dominant force, remaining steadfast no matter how the tsunamis of divine power buffeted them.

Only David, who knew beforehand what his mother was doing, his Authorities fully unleashed to a state almost comparable to the [Divine Authority Blood Wheel Eye], saw even more:

It was the strong interaction force, one of the four fundamental forces of the universe.

It fixed the distance between each blood bead and, indeed, every Mana Energy particle in the microscopic world, allowing them to support one another, rotate, and leap, as if simulating the material world so familiar to them.

It was an invisible bond, continuously linking the most minuscule particles, much like the bonds of love and kinship in the hearts of all living creatures—unseen, yet intensely present.

It was also like a Dragon's promise: though its essence was minute, its power was immense. Hidden deep within matter, it was akin to the most profound oaths—small yet steadfast, binding the world tightly together.

Like the flame in the depths of a living soul, silent yet potent; or like dark stars in the night sky—though they might appear dim, observed at the quiet, microscopic level, they shone as brilliantly as a galaxy.

Together, they constructed a microcosm of heavy atomic nuclei, wherein the strong interaction force danced freely, brewing a destructive power that transcended all mortal comprehension.

The female Red Dragon, as if cloaked in blood-red, with the aid of David's Authority of Arrogance, raised her claws and wings. It was as if she wielded a sword representing one of the universe's supreme powers.

Merely by holding it, even before this majestic and vast force was ignited by the godfire, the terrifying Mana Energy radiation it emitted had already transformed Pafila into a walking cataclysm—the Crimson Calamity.

The waves of Mana Energy radiation pouring from her body pierced the barriers between reality and void, causing nearby Demons to rapidly wither. Their skin wrinkled, their scales sloughed off, and they fell listlessly from the chains of faith to which they clung.

In such a state, if she were unleashed upon a large metropolis, her mere passage of a few minutes could 'kill' tens of thousands and cause hundreds of thousands more to suffer from 'Mana Energy radiation sickness' in the days to follow.

The terrifying waves of Mana Energy, gradually taking on substance, began to collide with the invisible tides of divine power in the sky. This created huge ripples, causing even the petitioners within the Divine Realm to feel a stinging sensation on their skin.

She laughed fiendishly as she surveyed the ethereal images of the gods in the Divine Realm. Her boundless arrogance was strikingly similar to David's from days of yore, when he had reputedly shattered a boatful of Drow with a single fart.

At this moment, whether they were petitioners in the Divine Realm, Titans en route, or Githzerai emerging from their monasteries, all stared in horror at the legendary Red Dragon who had so abruptly initiated a divine war.