Chapter 341 Chapter 135 The Demonic Dragon and the Black Moon
The turbulent waves like a tsunami swept through, unbearable pain tore through consciousness, and his entire body felt like it was crushed into tiny particles, repeatedly ground down and flattened by tons of power, with the stinging sensation of blades and strong acids splitting his broken consciousness.
Time passed in a blur, and Ig felt the wall of golden flames before him being constantly impacted by a wild will. Suddenly, a warmth like the first flame flowed into his blood, touching the intense pain and wounds that were everywhere, as if being caressed by the gentle and delicate slender hand of a young girl.
“Flame…?”
Ig managed to recall this word in his mind.
Then, Ig felt his thoughts plummet, as if he had lost weight. The next second, his limbs felt the sensation of wind like blades.
A dark and black feeling… as if the entire world had been swallowed by a lightless night. The cold wind was the first thing that allowed Ig to gain a sense of touch, and then, the feeling of muscles and strength reconnected to his consciousness. He clenched his palm into a fist and then opened his eyes.
“Is this… some kind of illusion brought about by a will? But it feels as real as if I were there.”
Although Verafia hadn’t mentioned such a scene, Ig’s thoughts were already racing.
For things containing powerful wills, after contact and under suitable conditions, it was highly possible to lead the toucher’s spirit into the domain it constructed. Ig wasn’t unfamiliar with such occurrences.
But, what was contained within the “Spirit Breaking Blood”…?
The cold wind, mixed with dark colors, stirred his long robes, stabbing into his body like sharp knives. Ig’s pupils lifted, and the sky, split into two halves, entered his vision: one side, dry and cold like eternal night, was filled with the dead chill flowing under the shadow of a pitch-black moon; the other side, the daytime sky, held a solitary remnant sun and broken moon, with a decaying aura constantly devouring the light.
Ig remembered that he was trying to promote to Gold using the magic potion “Spirit Breaking Blood” refined by Verafia, but when he opened his eyes, he was clearly not in Lorinc’s castle. Not only were there no young girls around, but instead, there was this desolate and broken world.
Suddenly, a huge sound appeared, like a massive arm stirring in the tide of the black moon. The surging dark tide swallowed all the light in the world. Ig staggered, almost falling directly from the earth-shattering vibration, and only managed to stand thanks to the sword he held in his hand.
The biting chill seemed to strip all color and temperature from the air; immortal and majestic ancient trees connected to the sky, but they were all dry, rotten, and decaying.
Ig’s breathing suddenly hitched. He saw the end of the pitch-black ground beneath his feet stretching out, and a vast, ancient dragon with dark wings covered the entire sky. A pair of enormous golden dragon eyes stared directly at the tiny human on the desolate earth.
“A dragon, a dragon?”
Whether it was due to the cold, Ig’s voice trembled, and he almost bit his tongue.
As his gaze lifted, Ig could see more things.
Besides the broken earth under the shadow of the high black moon and the decaying ancient trees, the dark colors throughout the world flowed like thick, viscous liquid. The source of all darkness was the shattered rift behind the dragon, and heavy, mercury-like, viscous mud-like dark material was constantly pouring in, polluting the entire world.
Undoubtedly, it was this dark energy that caused the entire world to be ruined.
And the ancient dark dragon existed in this world, did its existence bring the power of decay… No, that’s not right!
Ig’s pupils suddenly widened, revealing an undisguised shock. “It’s this dragon that is devouring this darkness!”
In his sight, an immeasurable torrent of darkness poured into the sky along the shattered gaps, and was then entirely devoured by the dragon. The surging darkness was extinguished by an unbearable power. Suddenly, the dragon’s enormous dragon eyes lit up with a touch of gold.
“Roar!”
The wind stirred by the dragon’s roar almost made Ig unable to stand. He incredulously looked up, and in the darkness intertwined, the dragon’s increasingly glaring, enormous pupils flowed with deep hatred. It hissed, its voice filled with pain, destroying the ground like a storm.
At the same time, the dragon’s massive claws seemed to rise from the black mud, and the dark light, as if possessing tangible activity, writhed. Just this one movement almost tore apart the fragile sky.
“It’s not just this dragon devouring darkness… the dark matter surging from its body is clearly from the same source, and it’s not much different from the power surging from Hodrea that Veer faced back then!”
Ig dodged the giant cracks tearing apart the ground, steadied himself, and suddenly looked up at the End blocking his path. On the ancient sword blade, the imprint named “Abyss” was exactly the same color as the surging energy on the dragon.
“Roar Boom!”
Ig raised his sword and blocked a beam of light that was shot down. His body was blasted into the ground, which had also turned to dust in an instant. Just one blow almost made his entire body fall apart.
Although this world seemed to have no concept of “power,” which prevented him, a Silver-ranked individual, from being directly destroyed by the dragon, the specific attacks were real.
“If that’s the case, is the material this dragon is devouring the Abyss? Perhaps, it itself has fallen into this state because of it…” Ig moved his body to dodge the dragon’s attack, his mind racing.
Ig recalled the background story Verafia had told when mentioning “Spirit Breaking Blood” – Mirdirna’s Gift:
In legends, the Elf warrior and his companion, the “White Dragon Descendant” Mirdirna, together fought against the dark serpent that gnawed at the roots of the World Tree. In that battle, the dragon Mirdirna was bitten by the serpent.
And in the end, after obtaining the dragon’s soul blood, he transformed into an immortal warrior and was able to cut down the serpent, achieving ultimate victory.
The wind roared like a shrieking sword in his ears, and Ig suddenly raised his pupils.
If such a story did indeed happen in history, then it was likely that the dark demonic dragon before him was, in fact, the former “White Dragon Descendant” Mirdirna. And the damage sustained from being bitten by the serpent undoubtedly referred to its current state of being eroded by darkness after being devoured by the Abyss!
“Rumble!”
The mountain-like massive dragon claw rumbled down, and a breath like purple-black mud swept past the young man.
Ig awkwardly tore off his torn sleeve, raised his sword to block under the demonic dragon’s claw, and was then sent flying hundreds of meters away the next second, falling to the ground and coughing up blood heavily.
“And also, in the Elven legends, the collapse of the World Tree represented a world-ending disaster. Perhaps, back then, they encountered an attack from the Abyss, and the sacrifice of the ‘White Dragon’ descendant was what sealed the Abyss rift? And that black moon…”
Ig wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his chest with his palm, and got up. His azure blue eyes flickered with a faint light that even he hadn’t noticed. On the fragile and desolate withered sky, the high-hanging black moon emitted an eerie fluctuation.
