Chapter 1632: Chapter 315: Mimir and Atlas
——This was the first time the Red Calamity fully released its power.
Previously, when the Red Calamity was severely injured by the tentacles of the Abyssal Celestial Envoy, it had become utterly enraged.
For this reason, upon seeing the Silver-Crowned Dragon again, the Red Calamity no longer chose the current beast-like gnashing and grappling.
Such savage fights were a certain kind of brotherly bond between Arthur and the Silver-Crowned Dragon. After all, they were once the same person and didn’t want to truly go all out, desperately trying to kill the other self.
Transforming into dragon forms for combat was like two human sharpshooters choosing to wrestle or two generals opting for boxing.
Both were former brothers and people who cared about face.
Now that they turned against each other and started fighting, they couldn’t seriously fight first, right?
Setting aside whether it was inappropriate… they knew each other inside out, both knowing the other was not weaker than themselves. If they really wanted to kill the other at all costs, it would certainly result in mutual destruction.
Who could win in the end depended largely on willpower and luck rather than strength. There was even a great likelihood of perishing together… because their power was equal. The Silver-Crowned Dragon holding the Seat of the Pillar God was only suppressing the Red Calamity… The Pillar God of the Seventh Source River must not fail.
For this reason, they tacitly chose this most savage and primitive way of fighting—without using Divine Power, Authority, or the strength of Angel Envoys. This was like a legendary confrontation where armies opted for a duel of champions, far better than an undying slaughterhouse.
But after being hit painfully by the Abyssal Celestial Envoy this time, the Red Calamity lost that composed grace.
A voice in his heart told him—that he had already been severely injured once and fallen to a disadvantage.
This meant… he had no room to hold back if he wanted to win.
Even if ignoring the newly elevated Knight Heavenly Department who was weakened by being dragged into the Material Realm, even if the Silver-Crowned Dragon only grappled and fought like before… he might not win now.
Then what should he do?
Now the Red Calamity had become a Pillar God, a true Nine Pillar God of this world! The master of all rules, the true Highest Supreme-knowing one!
Freedom! Power! Unrestrained! Achieving what the heart desires!
How beautiful it is.
To do whatever he wants, wasn’t this his original determination when challenging the Supreme Heaven?
Rather—he gained the Tail Biting Secret from the Serpent Celestial Marshal due to his Power of Transcendence. He was able to reincarnate into the Material Realm, seeking higher possibilities…
——That was me!
I am the one who put it forward!
The Red Dragon, frozen in the mountain, shouted countless times.
The Silver-Crowned Dragon had no Power of Transcendence; how could it defeat the Supreme Heaven! The Supreme Heaven, the embodiment of Strength, was the strongest among the Pillar Gods capable of acting freely in this world! Isn’t it through his Heart of Transcendence that he could achieve this miracle of winning the weak against the strong?
Yet when the White Dragon achieved its goal, it chose betrayal.
Yes… betrayal.
They didn’t say this before.
They were originally one, just like war and authority are two sides of the same coin—if a loyal Monarch had no military power, even a noble and pure white Crown would already be extremely fragile; if a hated army successfully seized the throne, the position would not be stable at all.
The separation of the Red Dragon and White Dragon in the past was precisely for tomorrow’s reunification. But when the White Dragon seized the Seat of the Pillar God, it didn’t choose to merge with him—
——Isn’t this betrayal!!
The Red Calamity’s originally scarlet pupils gradually turned into a sort of unfocused yellow.
He roared violently, the power within him surged.
The red light that was about to extinguish flared up again, even thicker.
Just spreading its wings, the endless red light shredded everything around with its movement—
The snow mountain that once trapped him crumbled like melting chocolate under the destructive force, and the library he meticulously maintained after succeeding was blown into dust by a single blast.
That power swept across the Knights of the Round Table, tearing former companions to pieces; even the Knight Heavenly Department’s attempt to shield the severely wounded Silver-Crowned Dragon with a silver-white Light Shield was shattered by a mere sweep of the red light!
“Power, this is power! Power equal to the Supreme Heaven!”
The Red Calamity roared, nearly insane in his words: “You betrayed first! You found help first! You struck first!
“——Then don’t blame me!”
With the Red Calamity out of control, the Authority of “War” began to tilt towards “Slaughter” and “Destruction.”
Countless malicious thoughts filled with killing intent simultaneously appeared in the minds of all Transcendents of the War Path.
Some wailed and fainted, some struggled to resist this upper-level pollution until they bled from the seven apertures; others screamed and fell into fury, attacking those around them without warning.
Yet this was not a deviation from the River of Violence; instead, it allowed him to draw sufficient power from the Source River.
…So this is how it is, the secret of the Supreme Heaven’s power is thus!
Under such primal rage, the Red Calamity, who had penetrated the principle of the Source River, merely felt his brain tremble—if he even had a brain.
The purer the violence, the stronger the power!
He wasn’t strong enough before because he had too many concerns!
Even if hated by all, what of it? Even if left with no one, what of it?
Even if being an evil Dragon, a Demon King… what of it?
As long as there is enough power, as long as it fits the River of Violence well enough… he can defeat all Heroes.
Kill those who refuse! Kill those who resist! Kill those who rebel!
Kill those who write petitions! Kill the sycophants too!
Kill! Kill! Kill them all!
Kill until there is no one in the world who dares to speak against me, kill until no so-called hero can stand before me, then I will…
“—then become the Supreme Heaven.”
A cold and divine voice appeared before me.
Compared to the White Dragon and the Red Dragon… even compared to the Knight Heavenly Department, it was an even smaller being.
Moonlight-like pure white long hair, amber eyes similar in color to mine, six pure white giant wings behind, and a white halo symbolizing the Heavenly Department Position above the head.
“…Oh?”
The Red Calamity ceased its indiscriminate destruction and cruelly looked at the person in front, unhidden jealousy in its eyes: “Aiwass… the one beloved by the gods… heheheh…”
“How ironic. How ironic! I am the best warrior! I am invincible! I have slain dragons! I have bathed in dragon blood… do you know how painful dragon blood is? I trained for decades in martial arts, ascended to the Dream Realm, then abandoned everything to fall into the mortal world… I tried my best, only to end up being buried in an Ice Mountain.
“And you! A mere mortal, having accomplished no great deeds, you obtained the Heavenly Power—so many people are watching you! Savior, saving… what world are you saving! Does the world need you to save it?
“—What about me? Who will save me!”
“What they are watching is not me. Nor am I a savior…”
Aiwass raised his left hand, and the Book of Law manifested.
He didn’t describe the pains he experienced, didn’t describe abandoning his beloved, his past life, strength, and life.
He didn’t describe his confused and painful struggle through nine cycles of reincarnation, nor did he describe what all this was ultimately for.
He merely looked at the Red Dragon tainted by Void, sinking into madness, and softly said, “When the flame was passed to my hands, countless had already burned before. They are the saviors, I am merely the manifestation of their will.
“Even if I am not the last holder, I would pass my flame to successors—I had long since realized this.
“—Abandon the victory at hand, to achieve a greater victory.
“And you…”
Aiwass turned the pages, and brilliant light gathered before him.
Don Quixote manifested, drawing the Holy Sword and fearlessly facing the colossal Red Dragon.
“Roar————!!!”
The Red Calamity roared in fury.
Its roar gradually lost meaning, devoid of verbal significance, as if truly becoming a dragon of destruction. It opened its vast maw, foul saliva flowing between its sharp teeth.
This time, the Red Calamity didn’t peel off its scales, but directly spat out a thick black-red beam from its mouth!
However, Aiwass, standing before the Silver-Crowned Dragon, neither dodged nor avoided.
At this moment.
“Sigh…”
Accompanied by a sigh, a sapphire rune wall suddenly manifested before Aiwass.
It seemed as thin as paper, yet composed of four phases. The light beam capable of destroying all was utterly devoured without even a sound before it, as if banished to a Void where it could never hit the enemy.”
The Red Calamity paused for a moment, then reacted.
It grew even more enraged, scales turning a red so deep it was black, roaring: “Mimir!!!
“You too—even you would defy me?!”
Beneath its uncontrollable rage lay a hint of fear.
If it were only Aiwass… even adding the Silver-Crowned Dragon without its divine seat, and the Knight Heavenly Department, it was confident of easily suppressing them.
But if other Pillar Gods also intervened here—
Following the Red Calamity’s gaze, there stood an old man in a cloak and dark robe, hunched over.
Without a doubt.
This was once the companion who fought against the Supreme Heaven alongside the White Dragon. Though at that time it was the White Dragon who acted, they were two sides of the same coin, so the Red Dragon retained the memory too.
Now, it manifested again… joining the White Dragon against the Red Calamity.
This resemblance caused the Red Calamity to shiver involuntarily.
History… is it repeating?
“It is I…”
A not-so-old voice came from over there: “But also not I.”
He took off his cloak, straightening his back.
Hair aged to a withered white, yet accompanied by a youthful and handsome visage.
Behind him were two wings, one black and one white, unfolding proudly. His right eye remained void, inside shimmering with sapphire electric light.
“I am Mimir… but also Atlas.”
The Great Sage’s voice, word by word, gradually became younger.
His posture became more upright, the black and white wings shedding more feathers, gold new feathers covering them.
“I said, I would wait for you at the dusk of the end.”
He looked at the Red Calamity, his voice becoming younger and more confident: “You have come, Arthur.
“—I knew you would come.”