CHAPTER 422: CHAPTER 256: DRAGON DEVOURS (PART 2)

In the end, he still harbored a selfish thought: He wanted to know what intentions the Platinum Dragon God whom he once worshipped truly held. And why He had become so alien and indifferent to him now. At least in his previous memories, this Dragon God was the guardian angel of the Heaven of Seven Hills, the Holy Warrior of celestial dragons, the Metal Colossus Dragon God... He was... the creator of justice! He still remembered the teachings he had learned by heart when he was selected for the Claw of Justice training camp on Dragon Island: They emphasized protecting the innocent, combating evil, seeking wisdom, and guiding others on the path of justice.

Through studying the history he loved, he found discrepancies in the teachings of the Platinum Dragon God. The definition of justice was too harsh and rigorous, and the cruelty towards evildoers was equally merciless. This led him to start converting to the faith of Tyr, the God of Justice, in search of a truly righteous definition. But at that time, in his impression, the Platinum Dragon God still remained a deity who abided by His teachings.

But now, he had witnessed with his own eyes the Dragon God he once venerated kill the Decayed Dragon God and usurp that dominion over death. He would even unleash slaughter simply because his son was an honored chosen one of Tiamat, without further explanation. This was... indiscriminate killing!

Attilicia looked from afar at the shadow of the Dragon God, who stood calmly amidst the wind and snow, fighting Tiamat and Pafila. Ultimately, he couldn’t stop himself from confronting the Dragon God he once revered, his voice filled with despair as he cried out,

"My God... do you even realize what you have done?"

"If today’s events come to light, all faith in You from the Metal Dragons will suffer an unprecedented earthquake."

Although he knew full well that even if all His followers betrayed Him as he himself had, as long as a single believer remained steadfast, He would still be the exalted Platinum Dragon God.

"Is it for this reason You are thus fearless?"

"Is Your doctrine only meant to deceive us mortals while You Yourself need not adhere to it?"

"Answer me! Bahamut!!!"

This accusation echoed between the mountains that were gradually fracturing amidst the blizzard.

At that moment, Attilicia felt as if the Dragon God engaged in battle merely glanced at him indifferently. But that was it, just a glance.

Feeling utterly chilled to the bone, Attilicia let out a bitter laugh amidst David’s compassionate gaze and then burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.

Dragging his desolate and defeated silhouette, he dismantled the Ultra-Long-Distance Teleportation Array with his own demi-plane amidst the collapsing ground, gradually vanishing into the increasingly violent snowstorm.

Witnessing his old father, whose faith had utterly collapsed, leave the perilous area, David finally scoffed and shook his head, turning away.

He didn’t choose to console his dragon father. There wasn’t time for that anymore. Nor was he skilled at comforting others through words. Especially with lies. Besides, as an Evil Dragon himself, he didn’t see anything wrong with what Bahamut had done; he, too, couldn’t be bothered to bicker with a whelp who had long betrayed their teachings. Why explain one’s actions to others? All one needed to do was to act upon their will, carry out their actions, and bear the consequences. He couldn’t care less about Bahamut’s intentions or difficulties; it wasn’t his place to interfere.

And those who tried to ’deal’ with Him were already on their way. With the mark of divine power on his claw arm, he could sense very clearly that Tiamat’s true body was breaking through Bahamut’s divine power seal, descending rapidly.

"Damn it, just as Mother predicted," he muttered.

Tiamat was so utterly consumed by her hatred for Bahamut that upon discovering He had left The Slaying King Star, she had flown relentlessly to battle Him; rescuing David, her chosen one, was merely incidental to that pursuit. Truly, some things were as inevitable as the sky deciding to rain or a mother determined to remarry. He had done all that he could do.

If even that couldn’t stop Tiamat’s vengeful will, then there was no need to keep trying. He just had to fulfill his part: Let them fight. While they were at it, he’d get Christoph and Brittany out during Tiamat’s main body’s descent, taking advantage of the chaos. No matter what, for helping him secure the Mastermind, he owed them a favor. And now, it was time to repay that debt.

However, at least from this perspective, it seemed as if neither Pafila’s descent nor her strength was within Bahamut’s expectations. Otherwise, given Bahamut’s attitude before, He would not have needed to deliberately delay Tiamat’s main body’s arrival. It would seem, after all, that killing the Decayed Dragon God Farazur wasn’t entirely without cost for Bahamut. So, where should I cut in?

David looked at the Decayed Dragon God’s body teetering on the brink of the massive rift in The Decayed Domain, a sly smile curling at the edge of his lips.

Greed

Of course, it was to seize the ’fruits of labor’ that the other must save. It’s just a bit distant. Under the overlapping force of the King of the North Wind’s Dragon Might and the apocalyptic blizzard... Teleportation was impossible! Flight was impossible! I can only rely on my four legs! Truly domineering beyond measure!

Jealousy

Almost at the very instant David ’darted like a startled hare,’ sprinting towards Farazur’s remains—no, it was the very instant he *conceived* the thought to move—Bahamut sensed his intentions, His pupils constricting slightly.