Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 206 The Will That Rules Over All Things

In the spacious ancient hall, rows of flying saucers stood beside him, looking as if they had just been manufactured, making it impossible to imagine that these were aircraft that had been parked in the base for more than half a century. But Roberts dared not move an inch. His body was stiff, and he slightly adjusted his breathing, but faced with the guns raised by dozens of vampires, even he couldn't think of a way to deal with them.

Beside her, facing the circle of vampires, Wendy instinctively shielded Joan with her body. She could feel the little girl behind her was nervous and scared; her body was trembling slightly. Even though she had undergone some shooting training, she was still just a high school girl at heart.

"do not be afraid."

She held her adopted daughter's hand tightly, trying her best to calm her down, while constantly scanning her surroundings for any possible chance to turn the tide.

"Uberto, it seems the cat-and-mouse game is over."

A pale-faced man, wearing a black trench coat, slowly stepped out from among the dozens of vampires. He spoke with an almost mocking tone, while in front of him, behind a transparent spherical hood, Uberto's face was gloomy.

Just as the four arrived in the ancient hall and saw the rows of exquisite flying saucers, numerous vampires suddenly emerged from their stealth state and surrounded them. Had Roberts not sensed something was wrong and quickly warned them, they would have been captured in the very first encounter.

Even so, the situation was extremely dire, with dozens of guns pointed at them, and no one could do anything about it.

In their interactions with humans, modern vampires have long been aware of the power of firearms. Many vampires no longer rely on their innate strength and physique in combat, but instead fully utilize their physical advantages to become quick-draw gunslingers. Superhuman eyesight and agility make them high-speed and precise marksmen. In a one-on-one fight, Roberts might have a chance, but dozens of armed vampires…

Where did they come from?

Roberts was thinking about this question, and so was Uberto.

Because the hardware supporting the AI ​​Tiramisu was too bulky, Uberto had to choose a small and lightweight wristwatch when he came to Antarctica. The performance of this wristwatch was less than one-thousandth of the performance of the self-made machine he had in New York, not to mention the supercomputer that had taken up an entire basement. As a result, his intelligence gathering was reduced to an unprecedented level, only able to monitor a few thousand key areas around the world through satellites and a limited number of surveillance cameras.

This was the most vulnerable moment for this self-proclaimed "nameless world ruler," but even in his vulnerability, he wasn't so easily detected. How had these vampires managed to get here under the bright Antarctic daylight and satellite surveillance? Uberto didn't know. Had they used invisibility to evade monitoring? But if they dispelled their invisibility, Uberto would immediately detect them; how could they possibly maintain invisibility for so long…?

"Really? I don't think so."

As the numerous vampires closed in, Uberto and the three of them had no choice but to retreat slowly. Even so, he gritted his teeth and said, but anyone could see that he was just being stubborn.

Ultimately, he was a hacker. Although he possessed immense power and could command the world to serve him invisibly, hackers fear nothing more than being exposed to the light of day. He could render even superpowers helpless through the internet, but in a direct confrontation, even a small-time thug could easily defeat him.

"Is that so? Then let me see what kind of power you have..."

Despite saying this, the man in the black trench coat at the head remained vigilant. He had never underestimated the strength of this frail young man; the fact that he had outmaneuvered the Secret Order and the Freemasons already proved his power and intelligence. So how would he save himself? Would he rely on Roberts? Wendy? Himself? Or some kind of trap here?
His gaze was fixed on the group of people in front of him...

"Roberts!"

Suddenly, Uberto shouted, "Is it thanks to Roberts?" The man in the black trench coat turned his attention to Roberts's gaze, trying to draw the gun from his waist. However, Roberts was fast, and the man in the black trench coat was even faster.

The hand that was on his waist was suddenly pulled out, in less than 0.001 seconds—a speed that even the human retina cannot record.

Both Roberts and Wendy were too slow in front of him.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, the bullet struck Roberts' wrist, and amidst the splattering blood and flesh, the pistol he was barely holding fell to the ground.

however……

"puff!"

A soft sound rang out, and the man in the black trench coat suddenly sensed something was wrong. What was happening?!

He looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the little human girl hiding behind Wendy holding a small pistol with the muzzle pointed at his head... He had considered all the possible scenarios, including whether the group would escape or launch a surprise attack, but he had overlooked this inconspicuous human girl!

The voice wasn't telling Roberts to act, but rather the human girl who was hiding behind Wendy, trembling and unnoticed by anyone.

"ended."

The thin young man's low laughter rang out.

"Wow..."

As the bullet struck, the ceiling of the hall above suddenly shattered, and a blinding white light streamed in as the glass-like substance broke apart…

Outside, it was the Antarctic polar day.

"It's the sun..."

Amid screams and gasps, many vampires turned to ashes and vanished in the sunlight, while others with quick reflexes transformed into bats and fled.

……

Outside the Antarctic base, surrounded by a group of people, a man wearing a black cloak looked up at the magnificent complex of buildings in front of him, somewhat astonished.

"Could ancient Atlantis have had such a civilization?"

"It is nothing but a world built by a group of mortals, insignificant before our Lord."

Beside the man stood a hunchbacked old monk, his excessively curved spine resembling a giant tortoise shell. He leaned on a cane with both hands, as if he could not support his heavy body without it. Beneath his monk's robes, his vertical, serpentine eyes, glowing with green light, were cold and indifferent. The old monk spoke in a strange voice, his devout voice uttering words that sounded like blasphemy.

The man glanced at the old cultivator beside him and said.

“Brother Crawford, if we hadn’t known each other for almost a hundred years, I really wouldn’t be sure if you were still that master of the Priory of Sion, or if you were actually possessed by something.”

To the man, the Priory of Sion had become strangely different. In his memory, it was a hermit organization composed of fanatical believers and old monks who worshipped God and possessed many secrets. But now it had completely changed, and their faith in God had been replaced by the worship of an evil god they called the "Father of the Serpent."

In the past, this old monk wore a cross representing the crucifixion of Jesus around his neck, but now the cross has long since disappeared, replaced by a snake-shaped totem on his body.

"It is not people who are pursuing knowledge, but knowledge that is pursuing people. Its pursuit is cruel and ruthless, just like an eagle pursuing a rabbit on the ground."

For some reason, the old cultivator seemed to be talking to himself.

The old cultivator, who looked as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind, exuded an inexplicable aura of danger. His dry lips spoke in a low voice, and his eyes were filled with coldness. The top of his cane was wrapped with a relief of a python, whose eyes seemed to be watching the world.

“In the past, the monastery believed that we preserved the truth of this world. However, it was not that we preserved the truth of this world, but rather that the truth chose us. We were too close to the truth, and therefore we saw a more real world. We were not corrupted; it was just that the monastery found the true object of worship.”

"How ridiculous that such insignificant humans would be so arrogant as to think they could keep the secrets of the gods."

"I'm not interested in this kind of mystical stuff. I just want to know if the World Key is really as miraculous as you say?"

The man beside him frowned, then spoke.

"You can appear in the Antarctic daylight, yet only need to wear a cloak; is this not a manifestation of our Lord's power? Wait, as long as you obey the will of the Hermitage, you will eventually obtain what you desire."

The hunchbacked old monk squinted slightly and spoke in a low voice. In the man's past understanding, the old monks of the Hermitage did not like supernatural powers, regarding them as an oversight of God's creation of the world, and always resisted supernatural powers. Although the organization was large, it was not strong itself. But at this moment, this hunchbacked old monk inexplicably gave him a sense of danger and apprehension.

Although the old monk wasn't looking at him, the man still had a strange feeling that the old monk's vertical snake eyes were looking down at him, and that he felt as if he were naked and had no secrets in front of him, while the snake eyes were mocking his ignorance.

"Boom!!!"

Just then, accompanied by a loud bang, a disc-shaped aircraft suddenly flew out from the buildings and flew straight up into the sky at high speed, defying aerodynamics. Some bats flew out of the buildings at this time.

The man's face was ashen, and the old cultivator's low laughter rang out beside him.

"Heh... Look, Charles, your subordinates have already been routed and escaped. You still can't catch them. Those four carry the will of our Lord. They will go to the moon to bring about our Lord's awakening... This is an inviolable great will, a destiny in the dark, which no one can stop."

The man paused for a moment, then laughed inexplicably.

“Was I careless? Sure enough, Knight Evan, even after your death, your descendants are still constantly hindering me. It seems that letting your last descendant escape was a mistake... Jill Roberts.”

Watching the flying saucer disappear into the distance, Charles-Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte, the famous Emperor Napoleon III, did not try to stop it. The old monk had repeatedly proven to him the power of their prophetic abilities, and there was no need to try again.

On the UFO, Roberts looked through the glass mirror at the black-clad man gazing in the direction of the UFO in the icy world. Their eyes seemed to meet, and when he saw the man, his body inexplicably froze.

“Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, it’s you…”

The murmured voice was filled with disbelief, and... deep resentment.

It felt like I was back in that spring, to that castle littered with blood under the cover of night, to the many strange creatures, and to that indifferent man.

……

Just as the flying saucer took off, at the same time, on the vast African savanna, a naked man walked on the ground.

His body was naked, without a single piece of clothing. His firm and powerful muscles were clearly defined, and his fair skin had an eerie sheen. His calm and steady steps revealed an invisible coldness and terror.

"call……"

When his feet touched the ground, the earth turned black, the damp soil dried up and cracked, the grass and trees died, and the birds that flew overhead suddenly died, as if death was accompanying him, constantly reaping life from the ground.

The world's oldest killer walks on the ground.

He will not approach those humans, only occasionally gazing at human cities. God's punishment has separated him from the human world, and he will forever live in the wilderness, accompanied by wild beasts and monsters.

Suddenly, this oldest human, cursed by the gods, raised his head and looked at the empty sky.

He could sense that an invisible will was pushing everyone forward, and no one could stop it. But for this most ancient human being, which should have been happy, he remained silent.

Without trying to stop this will or help push it forward, this oldest human simply watched in silence.

……

It is not somewhere in the real world, but in a world that resembles the legendary hell.

"Woo..."

In a world filled with lava and flames, billions of monsters struggle and roar in purgatory: fallen angels, headless demons, multi-legged monsters, deformed humans... countless monsters writhe in the flames. In this world that has been redefined, they have been forgotten, but they are unwilling to be forgotten. They always yearn to restore their former glory.

They want to reappear and return the world to its ancient chaos, where monsters in the wilderness devour humans and demons swagger around as kings in the palace—this is the world they crave.

But a force was constantly suppressing them, preventing them from escaping.

At the very top of this hellish world is a throne made of swords, spears, and halberds, soaked in blood, upon which sits a thirty-six-winged angel.

The once glorious child was now covered in black and gray, its body riddled with wounds, most of its wings broken, and several pairs of wings severed or ripped off—all wounds inflicted by the rebels of hell.

This world imprisons all the powerful monsters of the old world, monsters so powerful that they could even survive the clashes between gods and demons. This world is imperfect; as long as the first and last demons have not disappeared, they can still survive.

To all the monsters, the last angel was on the verge of extinction. All the other angels had left this world, and only the last angel, born entirely from a ray of divine light, was still striving to protect it.

"It won't hold on much longer!"

Amidst the flames, one of the agonizing monsters roared, trying to incite the other monsters to launch a new rebellion. Although the many monsters circled the angel on the throne with ill intent, the angel lay weakly on the throne as if asleep, but they dared not approach any closer.

All the monsters knew it wouldn't last much longer, and a hundred years ago, all the monsters thought so too. But a hundred years have passed, and the angel that seemed on the verge of disappearing has not disappeared; it has been struggling to hold on.

No one wanted to test the limits of this former King of Angels.

Only the King of Angels knew that he was truly on the verge of collapse, and therefore, he had to resolve that matter as soon as possible...

"Find the sculpture that seals Satan's heart as soon as possible..."

On the flying saucer, a weak voice came from the angel pendant around the neck to Uberto's ears. But Uberto's face showed nothing as he listened to the voice. He continued to operate the flying saucer, only occasionally glancing at Wendy not far away with a hint of distrust in his eyes.

……

Inside the abandoned Crystal Palace, on the chessboard, a monster covered with hundreds of heads of all sizes lay prostrate on the ground. The sounds of the entire world were gradually converging, and in one of the places, an extremely tiny head was brewing.

For this monster, this head was extraordinary. It once had the opportunity to control all the heads, to become the true "world ruler" from an "unknown world ruler," and to unite this ever-chaotic monster like never before. But it gave up because it had something more important to do, something far more important than becoming the "king of the world."

The monster with hundreds of heads was muttering unconsciously, but inexplicably, nations around the world began to converge, and their intelligence agencies started operating, constantly exchanging information...

To that sleeping monster, humans are tender cubs, tiny insects. But even though this cub is weak and fearful of that irresistible force, it still has something to be proud of. It is the most successful creature on this planet. It has defeated all other species on this planet and finally became the most intelligent of all beings. It has its own pride.

Every agent is its extended tentacle, and every country is its hands and feet. Even if agents die and countries are infiltrated, the remaining humans will continue to try to fight back until they are completely defeated, or until they find that almost impossible opportunity for victory.

"Do you think you'll always be in charge...?"

Before the sleeping behemoth, the nascent monster growled, while the sleeping behemoth merely mocked it with disdain.

……

Deep within the earth, occasionally, unconscious murmurs echo, resonating in the minds of all living beings on earth, subtly controlling them without their awareness.

With that flying saucer heading to the moon, the new world and the old world, all causes and effects will come to an end.

(End of this chapter)