CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 256: DRAGON DEVOURS

David felt as if he were dreaming. It was like he was lying in bed but had forgotten to close the window in the dead of winter; he felt colder and colder, and the ground constantly trembled beneath him. It felt like an earthquake.

Very quickly, he discovered that it wasn’t an illusion, nor was it a dream—he was in the midst of a real earthquake. The earth groaned, trembling and fracturing ceaselessly.

And as his self-awareness became increasingly clearer, the memories of his sudden encounter with the King of the North Wind, who had just finished off the Decayed Dragon God, and their desperate battle that led to their demise, flashed through his mind like a fast-forwarded slide show.

No... hadn’t I died? Or perhaps, I truly had died, and now I’m in a soul-state? No, that couldn’t be right. Although he had never died before, he had read many records about the death experiences of powerful beings. At the very least, after death, one shouldn’t have such a rich sensory experience.

He could feel his body, lying on top of his father Attilicia’s icy body.

His father’s body had bled profusely, staining the surrounding snow red, yet he couldn’t feel the slightest warmth.

Even the blood of a cold-natured Silver Dragon should be warm.

It was like how even the coldest of men had warm intestines.

This kind of contradictory and complex feeling was too bizarre!

Suddenly agitated by this strange sensation, David sat up with a start, only to be shocked to see that half of Attilicia’s head was caved in, even leaking some dried-up brain matter.

"Dad..." David’s heart shuddered fiercely. Even though he had anticipated this outcome, when it actually happened, an indescribable feeling gripped his heart, as if someone had tightly yanked his heartstrings.

But the next moment, as if hearing his call, Attilicia rose as if nothing was wrong, patting David’s body with eyes full of concern, "Son, are you, are you alright?"

"Uh... I’m fine... no wait, there seems to be a slight problem." David was taken aback and somewhat belatedly raised his claw to cover his chest. Bloody hell, my heart isn’t beating!

So, they had actually ’died’ in biological terms, but hadn’t completely passed on.

It was as if the cycle between life and death had suffered a malfunction, trapping them in this odd, undead state.

If he had to draw a comparison, their current state was similar to that of a lich.

David slapped his claw. "That’s right... the Dragon God who governed death and decay has fallen, so we can’t die, at least for the time being?"

And that Night Dragon from before, hadn’t it died either?

"Huh? What do you mean?" Attilicia, half his brain damaged, seemed to have temporarily lost his wits and couldn’t make sense of the situation.

CRACK!

As the two half-dead dragon father and son deliberated over this issue, a terrifying fissure spread toward them with a roar. David had to bite Attilicia’s tail to prevent him from falling into the bottomless crevasse.

The two dragons looked toward the source of the cataclysmic power that was sundering the land and noticed that a battle beyond their comprehension was unfolding in the distance.

’Christoph’ and ’Brittany,’ neither of whom was even as large as the head of the King of the North Wind, were using their more agile forms to fiercely battle this Dragon God.

Mom... David instantly recognized his mother’s presence.

They had finally come, borrowing the bodies of two Red Dragon believers.

It was still a ’descent’ of divine power, and the scene appeared like two hawks ceaselessly striking at a stout brown bear.

Yet, the terrifying power that burst forth was enough to strike terror into any dragon.

The whole Decayed Domain was about to collapse from their might! No, it was already collapsing!

Without a moment’s hesitation, David shook his head violently, tossing his dragon father—whose body was broken in who knows how many places and whose wings dragged limply across the ground—toward the other side of the great fissure, then shouted at him, "Quick! Use your semi-plane to move that Ultra-Long-Distance Teleportation Array! Find a safe place and set it up!"

Attilicia, his brain utterly confused, looked at the Ultra-Long-Distance Teleportation Array—which had stopped operating due to the catastrophe and was teetering on the brink of collapse—then glanced back at David and couldn’t help but blurt out, "What about you!?"

A radiant smile, one he hadn’t worn in a long time, spread across David’s face as he said, "Me? Since I can’t die now according to the rules, why not seize the opportunity to thoroughly indulge?

"This is a once-in-a-century event... a divine confrontation between Dragon Gods!"

Even though I probably can’t use many of the techniques, which are likely just as demanding as Mom’s deification strike, learning something new now could potentially save me at least a hundred years of taking the wrong path in the future!

Attilicia, who couldn’t possibly misunderstand what his son intended, surprisingly refrained from any strong objections. Instead, he gave David a profound look and said, "...Take care of your mother and wait for my signal."

As one of Pafila’s only two believers, Attilicia was well aware of how Pafila had ascended to godhood back in the day.

Since David had used Authority back then to help Pafila forcibly ascend to godhood—employing a powerful concept whose principles even Attilicia himself hadn’t fully grasped—then surely, at this moment, David could help Pafila again, in a way that Attilicia also found incomprehensible.

As David had said, since they couldn’t die at present, and with both Tiamat and Pafila—two Dragon Gods—nearby, David’s actions were not without meaning.

At least on this point, Attilicia believed in his son!