Chapter 1301
Mimir and Atlas
This was the first time Calamity Red had fully unleashed its power.
Calamity Red had been thoroughly enraged when it was severely injured by the Abyss Heavenly Envoy’s tentacles.
Because of this, upon seeing the Silver Crown Dragon again, Calamity Red no longer resorted to beast-like biting and fighting.
Such barbaric battles were a form of camaraderie between Arthur and the Silver Crown Dragon. After all, they were once the same person, and neither wanted to truly give their all to kill the other.
Fighting in dragon form was like two human sharpshooters choosing wrestling, or two generals choosing boxing.
They were former brothers, and both proud individuals.
Now that they had turned on each other, they couldn’t immediately go all out, could they?
Setting aside whether this was undignified… they knew each other inside and out, and knew that neither was weaker than the other. If they were to kill the opponent at any cost, it would surely result in mutual destruction.
Who would win in the end would depend not on strength, but on perseverance and luck. There was even a high probability of mutual annihilation… because their powers were equal. The Silver Crown Dragon had obtained the Pillar God’s position, and only then could it suppress Calamity Red… The Pillar God of the Seventh Origin River was, after all, a Pillar God who could not afford to fail.
For this reason, they tacitly chose this most barbaric and primitive form of combat—a struggle that did not use divine power, authority, or Apostles. It was like a legendary tale of generals dueling when two armies faced each other, better than a fight to the death in a meat grinder.
However, after being hurt by the Abyss Heavenly Envoy this time, Calamity Red lost its composure.
A voice in its heart told it—it had already been severely injured once and was at a disadvantage.
This meant… it had no room to hold back if it wanted to win.
Even if it ignored the newly promoted Knight Heavenly Envoy, who had become quite weak after being pulled into the Material Realm, and even if the Silver Crown Dragon was just sparring and fighting with it as before… nowadays, it might already be unable to win.
What should it do?
Calamity Red had now become a Pillar God, the true Nine Pillar Gods of this World! The controller of all rules, a truly supreme being!
Freedom! Power! Unfettered! Wish fulfillment!
How wonderful.
Doing whatever it wanted, wasn’t this the resolve it had when it first challenged the Supreme Heaven?
Rather—it was precisely because of its own Law of Transcendence that it obtained the Ouroboros Secret from the Ring Heavenly Envoy. Only then could it reincarnate into the Material Realm and seek higher possibilities…
—That was me!
I proposed it!
The Red Dragon, frozen in the mountains, roared countless times.
The Silver Crown Dragon had no Power of Transcendence; how could it possibly defeat the Supreme Heaven! That was the Supreme Heaven, the embodiment of power, the strongest Pillar God that could act freely in this world! Wasn’t it precisely by relying on its own transcendent heart that it achieved this miracle of defeating the strong with the weak?
But after the White Dragon achieved its goal, it chose betrayal.
Yes… betrayal.
They hadn’t agreed to this before.
They were one, just as war and authority were two sides of the same coin—if the loyal monarch had no military power, the noble and pure white crown would be extremely fragile; if the army hated by the people successfully usurped the throne, the position would not be stable.
The separation of the Red Dragon and White Dragon in the past was for their union in the future. But when the White Dragon seized the Pillar God’s position, it did not choose to merge with it—
—Isn’t this betrayal!!
Calamity Red’s originally scarlet pupils gradually turned a unfocused, dim yellow.
It let out a furious roar, and its power surged.
The red light, on the verge of extinguishing, flared up again, growing thicker.
Merely by spreading its wings, the endless red light tore apart everything around it with its movement—
The snow-capped mountains that had once trapped it disintegrated like melting chocolate under that destructive power; the library it had meticulously maintained after ascending to the throne was blown into dust in one blast!
As the power swept over the Knights of the Round Table, their former partners were torn to shreds; even the Knight Heavenly Envoy, who tried to erect a silvery white shield for the severely injured Silver Crown Dragon, was shattered by the red light with a single sweep!
“This is power! This is power… the power of the Supreme Heaven!”
Calamity Red roared, its words bordering on madness: “You betrayed me first! You found help first! You struck the fatal blow first!
“—Then don’t blame me!”
As Calamity Red lost control, the authority of “War” began to tilt towards “Slaughter” and “Destruction.”
Countless distracting thoughts filled with killing intent simultaneously arose in the minds of all Extraordinary beings on the path of war.
Some wailed and fainted, some desperately resisted the contamination from the superior beings, bleeding from all seven orifices; others screamed and fell into a frenzy, attacking those around them without warning.
However, this was not a deviation from the river of “Violence,” but rather allowed it to derive sufficient power from the Origin River.
…So this is it, the secret to the Supreme Heaven’s power!
Under that primitive rage, Calamity Red, which had seen through the principles of the Origin River, felt its very brain trembling—if it still had a brain.
The purer the violence, the more powerful it was!
It was not strong enough before because it was too considerate!
So what if it was hated by all people? So what if there was no one behind it?
So what if it was a dragon, a demon king…
As long as it had enough power, as long as it was truly aligned with the Origin River of Violence… it could defeat all Brave ones.
Kill those who disagree! Kill those who resist! Kill those who rebel!
Kill those who submit memorials! Kill those who flatter!
Kill! Kill! Kill them all!
Until no one in the world dared to speak no matter what it did, until no so-called Brave one could reach it… then it would…
“—Then I will become the Supreme Heaven.”
A cold, divine voice sounded before it.
This being was smaller than the White Dragon and Red Dragon… even smaller than the Knight Heavenly Envoy.
Long hair pure white as moonlight, amber eyes similar to its own color, six giant pure white wings behind it, and a white halo above its head symbolizing the position of Heavenly Envoy.
“…Oh?”
Calamity Red stopped its indiscriminate destruction in all directions, looking cruelly at the person before it, undisguised jealousy in its eyes: “Eivass… the beloved of the Gods… Hehehehehe…”
“How ironic. How ironic! I am the best warrior! I am invincible! I have slain dragons! I have bathed in dragon’s blood… do you know how much that hurts? I trained my martial skills for decades and ascended to the Dream Realm, then abandoned everything and fell into the mortal world… I gave my all, only to be buried in an ice mountain.
“And you! You are just a mortal. You haven’t done anything great, yet you obtained the power of the Heavenly Envoy—so many people are watching you! Savior, saving… saving what the world! Does the world need you to save it!
“—What about me? Who will save me!”
“They are not looking at me. I am not a savior…”
Eivass raised his left hand, and the Book of Law appeared.
He did not describe the suffering he had endured, nor did he describe abandoning his beloved, his past life, his power, and his life.
He did not describe the nine cycles of reincarnation, his confused and painful struggles, nor the ultimate purpose of all his actions.
He simply looked at the Red Dragon, who had been consumed by the Void and fallen into madness, and said softly, “The flame has been passed to my hands, and countless people have already burned. They are the saviors; I am merely the manifestation of their will.
“If I were not the last one to carry the torch, I would have passed my flame to the next generation—I had already come to that realization.
“—Abandon the victory already achieved to pursue a greater victory.
“And you…”
Eivass flipped through the pages of the book, and brilliant light condensed before him.
Don Quixote appeared, drawing his Holy Sword and looking at the giant Red Dragon without fear or evasion.
“Roar—!!!”
Calamity Red roared furiously.
Its roar gradually lost meaning, devoid of linguistic significance, as if it had truly become a dragon that destroyed everything. It opened its mouth, foul-smelling saliva dripping from the gaps between its sharp teeth.
This time, Calamity Red did not expose its scales, but directly spewed a thick beam of black and red light from its mouth!
However, Eivass, standing before the Silver Crown Dragon, did not dodge.
At this moment.
“Alas…”
With a sigh, a cerulean rune wall suddenly appeared in front of Eivass.
It looked as thin as paper, and as if it had four phases. The beam that could destroy everything was completely swallowed before it, without even a sound. It was as if it had been banished to a void where it would “never possibly hit the enemy.”
Calamity Red paused for a moment, then reacted.
It became even more enraged, its scales turning blackish-red, roaring: “Mimir!!!
“You too—you’re going to resist me too?!”
Beneath the unstoppable rage lay a trace of fear.
If it were just Eivass… even with the Silver Crown Dragon, who had lost its divine position, and the Knight Heavenly Envoy, it was confident it could easily suppress them.
But if other Pillar Gods were involved…
As Calamity Red’s gaze turned, it saw an old man in a hooded black robe, hunched over.
Undoubtedly.
He was a companion who had once fought the Supreme Heaven alongside the White Dragon. Although it was the White Dragon who had made that decision at the time, they were two sides of the same coin, so the Red Dragon also had the memory.
Now, he reappeared… to fight against Calamity Red, alongside the White Dragon.
This similarity made Calamity Red shiver.
Was history… repeating itself?
“It is me…”
A voice, not particularly aged, echoed from that direction: “But it is also not me.”
He removed his hood, and his spine straightened.
His long hair, white as withered snow, was accompanied by a young and handsome face.
Behind him, two wings, one black and one white, also spread proudly. His right eye was still a void, glowing with cerulean electricity.
“I am Mimir… but I am also Atlas.”
The Great Philosopher’s voice gradually became younger, word by word.
His spine straightened, and the black and white double-colored wings shed more feathers, covered by new golden ones.
“I said I would wait for you at the Twilight of the End.”
He looked at Calamity Red, his voice becoming younger and more confident: “You came, Arthur.
“—I knew you would come.”
(End of this chapter)
