CHAPTER 430: CHAPTER 259: THE GIANT HOLE (PART 2)

Then came the experience of fainting, akin to a kaleidoscopic vortex.

Only when he reopened his eyes and once again saw the clear azure skies stretching over the Kutaro Desert of Elariya did Attilicia finally breathe a sigh of relief, feeling both alarmed and filled with lingering fear.

If David hadn’t miraculously stabilized the Teleportation Circle with that tap, they probably would have been obliterated by now, along with the remains of the destroyed Ultra-Long-Distance Teleportation Array.

As if recalling something, he glanced at David, whose orifices were still bleeding. With a hint of helplessness, Attilicia pursed his lips; he didn’t rush to David’s aid but instead made a ’phone call’ to his goddess right away.

"Pafila... Pafila! Are you alright?"

He was fully aware that what had gone was merely an avatar of Pafila’s divine power, yet he couldn’t stop worrying about her well-being.

After all, his spouse’s avatar was still his spouse!

Not to mention an avatar—he would be grieved for quite a long time even over the loss of a mere replica of Pafila!

Unexpectedly, Pafila took an unusually long time to respond this time. Only then did she connect with this powerful god, her ’Fanatical Believer’ and ’Pope,’ through the Pillar of Faith, and spoke in his mind, "I don’t know." Pafila pleaded ignorance.

"Ah?" Attilicia was stunned. He had considered various unexpected scenarios, but he hadn’t anticipated such a response.

Pafila continued, "I don’t have that memory. He, or rather They, disappeared together."

"Disappeared? What do you mean, Mom..." It wasn’t Attilicia’s voice this time, but David’s consciousness joining the conversation.

It was like chatting on WeChat with a ’warm and loving family group’ from another world.

This opportunity was rare. Usually, when Pafila was in Warrior’s Rest, it was as if she were ’on a business trip abroad.’ Wanting a word with her involved international roaming and circumventing firewalls. It was only because this matter was so critical that Pafila temporarily set aside her concerns about the War God’s Divine Realm.

"Yes, the Plane of Grey Wilderness ruled by Hades has utterly collapsed. The center where They were located now has a hole with a radius of 3,000 kilometers, and everything inside it has vanished, including Tiamat, Bahamut, and my avatar as well."

David, feeling with his clawed wrist, realized that even as an honored elector of Tiamat, he couldn’t connect with her anymore.

This matriarchal Tiamat, who coveted his young and robust physique and normally answered his every call, was now completely unreachable.

Pafila didn’t waste a word and provided the two most plausible guesses.

"Either They perished together."

"Or, the clash of Their divine powers possibly created a breach in the crystal walls of the realm, causing Them to drift off into some other plane of the Multiverse."

"In my opinion, the latter is more likely. After all, even one of my avatars wouldn’t be that fragile."

"Ah, this..." David was instantly dumbfounded. Could something like that actually happen? He felt it was as absurd as reading ’Cover the Heavens,’ where two supreme beings fought until the universe returned to its primordial state and the Great Dao itself was obliterated.

Only now did he truly feel the chasm between mortals and gods, especially the Dragon Gods.

He couldn’t help but feel fortunate that the King of the North Wind hadn’t been serious in their previous battle.

"Alright, given the situation, we must now face the reality that both Dragon Gods are absent simultaneously."

Hearing this, David’s heart sank.

Yes... Tiamat and Bahamut might have ’eloped’ somewhere beyond this realm. It was unknown when they would return, or even if they would return at all.

It’s well known that in the Multiverse, one can travel to other worlds, but divine offices are tied to their native universe and cannot be taken along.

This meant that the positions of both the Chromatic Dragon Queen and the Platinum Dragon God were simultaneously vacant...

If a god were to claim both these divine seats at the same time...

Damn, wouldn’t that be akin to the Nine-Faced Dragon God appearing anew?

This temptation would likely be too much for even the good gods of the Plane of Order to resist.

Wait, shouldn’t there be three? The God of Decay was killed by Bahamut, after all.

"Attilicia, please call forth our God of Decay, Farazur," Pafila said. "If this ’Dragon Race’s Death God’ continues to shirk His duties, the battle at The Slaying King Star of Toriel will be particularly tough."

David thought it made sense. Although dragons seemingly being unable to die easily in the short term was a great advantage, without being able to ’die,’ they couldn’t ’resurrect’ at the Necrotic Castle either.

’Half-dead’ dragons, or even Undead Dragons, were nowhere near as combat-effective as a dragon in peak condition.

Moreover, souls could also gradually diminish and eventually fade away into oblivion.

Having the ’respawn point’ seized, even in games from the neighboring Blue Star, was an event that would severely demoralize troops.

But... even Tiamat, the Chromatic Dragon Queen, had disappeared. Could she still sculpt and rebirth disciples through the Pillar of Faith?

Seemingly realizing David’s doubts, Pafila, across the void, pointed towards Farazur, whom Attilicia had released.

Then, something happened that left David and his son agape with shock. This headless God of Decay actually stood up again. Under the influence of Pafila’s divine power, he kept reassembling at the microscopic level. His once skin-and-bones physique began to fill with flesh, swell, and eventually sprout five heads: red, blue, green, black, and white.

It startled David, who thought Tiamat had suddenly returned to her godly station.

But then he saw the red head turn towards him and say: