Chapter 315: Chapter 172: The Proper Way to Use the Mercury Serpent (Two in One)_3
Within the countless twisted ripples of space, there exists a compressed secondary plane. This is the true giant dragon’s lair.
Under the curtain of Eternal Night, the pitch-black heavens stretch boundlessly. The slender threads of Crimson flames on the ground are the only light in this world. At the end of this desolate scroll, where red and black intertwine, lies a desolate ruin of a palace.
At the center of the ruins, a colossal figure lies motionless. Black and Crimson scales reflect a clear luster; the massive body silently sprawls on the ground. Even with its huge wings folded at its sides, one can imagine the awe-inspiring sight of them unfurled, obscuring the sky. This is an imposing Black Dragon. Yet, at this moment, it lies prostrate, as if fallen into a deep Eternal Slumber.
PAT.
PAT.
Clear footsteps draw nearer from a distance.
Inside Shiayar’s Soul Pact Space, the tiny mercury snake flicked its tongue in horror.
"HISS HISS HISS! (No way, Master, did you really come?)"
"HISS HISS HISS! (Don’t think that just because you’ve easily knocked down all those Godly Descent’s Bodies before—which were nothing more than trash and rotten shrimp—that they were the same. Those were just incomplete forms of Godly Descent’s Bodies.)"
"HISS HISS HISS! (You are now in The Age of Gods, facing a genuine, complete Fabled Creature!)"
Since making the pact with Shiayar, it had been forced to use the same language format as his other Pet Beasts. It wasn’t that speaking human language directly was bad. Shiayar simply thought this kind of hissing sound was cuter. Snakey could only be speechlessly choked up by this.
Although it considered itself a genuine relic that had lived through four Eras, as a lazy snake that only thought of looting scraps on the fringes during divine battles, it naturally lacked the pride of a True God. Acting cute it is then, it thought. Circumstances are stronger than the creature, after all.
Shiayar looked at Snakey with disdain. "Aren’t you a Fabled Creature yourself? Now that you’ve returned to The Age of Gods, shouldn’t you be weeping with joy at the sight of your kin?"
"HISS HISS HISS~ (I am not a Fabled Creature; I’m the Battle Five Serpent. That’s what you said, Master.)" Snakey had outright given up.
After all, once the bottom line is breached, it’s bound to happen a second time. What is dignity? Can it be eaten? If you say I’m the Battle Five Serpent, then that’s what I am. It just saves me the hassle of fighting and brawling,
it mused.Shiayar was also taken aback by Snakey’s sheer shamelessness. "Your Race’s name shouldn’t be the Mercury Serpent, but rather the Disgrace of Fabled Creatures."
However, he soon gently stroked the tiny mercury snake’s head. "But you do have a point. This giant dragon is, after all, a genuine Fabled Creature. Although I’m confident, I still need to plan an escape route."
"So, if it turns out we can’t beat it and need to retreat, you, Snakey, will act as my meat shield and cover our escape."
"After all, if you suffer a fatal attack, you’ll surely trigger Destiny Backtracking to reset the timeline, won’t you? This means we’ll have infinite save attempts, allowing us to try again no matter how many times we fail."
Is that how Destiny Backtracking is supposed to be used? Snakey wondered.
As they chatted, Shiayar had unknowingly entered the desolate palace ruins.
PAT.
With his first step into the palace, the next moment, the giant dragon’s roar resounded. It thundered through the heavens and shook the earth. The ground groaned, cracking open with Crimson and black chasms. Almost instantaneously, a Crimson and black light emanated from the giant dragon’s body.
The Black Dragon, which had lain sprawled on the ground like a statue, finally awoke. Its huge wings unfolded, obscuring much of the pitch-black sky. Its previously closed eyelids opened, revealing a pair of intimidating dragon pupils.
However, from those gray-white dragon pupils, Shiayar could not discern a trace of any intelligent Life’s spirit. There was only a pale, withered, indescribable sense of dead silence. It did not resemble a being with self-awareness; rather, it seemed more like a living corpse.
And with the awakening of the giant Black Dragon, Shiayar also saw what lay behind it, in the depths of the desolate, dilapidated palace ruins: that one—
A pitch-black dragon egg, enveloped in a slender shadow, as if draped in a curtain of night.