Chapter 316: Chapter 173 Shiayar: I Will Eventually Become a Dragon Knight
The overwhelming Dragon’s Might spread out, Authority carrying with it a heaven-sweeping Divine Power fluctuation, shaking heaven and earth, blotting out the sun and sky.
The crimson-black dragon flames swept in almost instantaneously, devouring the land.
Not just the air, even the laws of space twisted in that temperature capable of incinerating celestial bodies, rendering abilities like Space Leap completely ineffective.
Even for a Fabled Creature, this was a bona fide full-force outburst, a dragon breath capable of incinerating a Demigod.
However, facing the tide-like onslaught of dragon flames, Shiayar hardly moved.
How familiar these fluctuations are.
Although the form of expression was somewhat different, the Authority contained within the dragon breath felt oddly familiar to Shiayar.
It was very much like a certain Lord of Ashes, whose ultimate Sacred Relic he had swiped.
Every True God’s divinity and authority are unique.
And unless divinity is usurped, even if the body is annihilated, one can still return from the distant Astral Realm after a long period of time.
Since the Lord of Ashes exists in the later eras, it means that this Fabled Species giant dragon before me did not survive into the Second Era.
Shiayar looked at the roaring giant dragon before him. Its massive dragon eyes were filled with desolation and death, as lifeless as a dead thing. He sighed softly.
Then, in his eyes, a circle of eerie patterns slowly emerged.
CRACK—the sound of something shattering.
In that moment, it was as if thousands of pitch-black petals blossomed, then shattered.
The towering dragon flames in front of Shiayar froze, then turned into ice.
And Shiayar walked past the desolate ruins, with countless black cherry blossoms falling like rain in the background.
"HISS~ (Master, are you really all right?)"
The tiny mercury snake in Shiayar’s hand then secretly opened one eye.
Originally, facing such an overwhelming aura, it had even readied itself to be cannon fodder, triggering Destiny Backtracking to reset the situation.
To think that its newly-sworn master was so powerful!
Because of its complete lack of combat ability, although it was a Fabled Creature, its status in the First Era was purely bottom of the pack.
Not to mention other Fabled Creatures it couldn’t afford to provoke, even some Legendary beings could trample on it.
But now, having pledged allegiance to a powerful big brother and having returned once again to the First Era, couldn’t it just strut around arrogantly?
In a flash, Snakey indulged in a five-million-word daydream of "The Proud Serpent of the First Era Reborn" and "Return of the Serpent King."
In my former life, I lived a worthless existence, a target for any god to bully.
This time, living anew, I will reclaim all the dignity I lost back then!
BANG. A sharp flick from Shiayar brought Snakey, who had succumbed to its fantasies, back to reality.
Shiayar felt the fantasies transmitted from the Soul Pact: "Snakey, bide your time!" and "The three-era term is up, hail the Serpent King!" He was filled with speechless astonishment.
Is this all the Battle Five Serpent ever thinks about?
Any residue of awe he might have had for Fabled Creatures completely evaporated.
But soon, Shiayar gathered his scattered thoughts.
His steps halted at the center of the desolate ruins.
Before him, the giant Black Dragon had just unleashed a dragon breath, clearly at the cost of considerable vitality. Even the crimson-black glow emanating from its jet-black scales dimmed a few shades.
However, sensing Shiayar’s approach, the Black Dragon nevertheless lifted its head.
The vast leathery wings spread open.
In its dull, desolate eyes, a trace of hatred flickered to life.
Crimson-black luminescence began to gather slowly in its maw, gearing up for another explosive outburst.
Yet, facing the Black Dragon’s blatant hostility and intent to kill, Shiayar simply smiled softly.
"Quite a desperate outburst.
"Your body has already been so corrupted that it is nearly desiccated. Such an outburst, with each release, is akin to committing suicide. It only thins what little remains of your self-awareness, like a candle flickering in the wind, until it finally spirals out of control.
"Although Fabled Creatures don’t truly die, in an era where True Gods walk the earth, a divinity spiraling out of control is akin to becoming a lamb for the slaughter in the eyes of other deities."
Shiayar shook his head slightly. His gaze fell upon the dragon egg veiled in darkness behind the Black Dragon.
"To think that your self-awareness is already on the verge of corruption and collapse, and yet you still engaged in what is no different from suicide...
"All of this is because of...
"Your child, isn’t it."
With Shiayar’s words, the dull and lifeless gaze in the Black Dragon’s dim, withered eyes receded slightly.
In its place, a violent frenzy surged, as if its reverse scale had been struck.
An even fiercer crimson-black dragon breath gathered, then erupted into the roar of the Dragon of the End.
However, facing that imminent assault, Shiayar calmly extended his hand.
And then, he gently placed it on the furious, seemingly world-destroying head of the Black Dragon.
The next moment, the crimson-black dragon breath subsided slowly, and then dissolved into nothingness.
If it had been another Fabled Creature, such an unrestrained, frenzied outburst would have necessitated cautious handling from Shiayar, for physical defense had never been his strong suit.
But, this was none other than the Black Dragon which shared the same Authority as the Lord of Ashes.
And having usurped that ultimate Sacred Relic, Shiayar could, in a way, be considered a junior Lord of Ashes. Such flames couldn’t harm even a hair on him.