Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 224 Blood of the Gods
When the blood, tinged with a faint golden hue, flowed from the wound, everyone in the battle, both human and non-human, inexplicably stopped.

The girl, covered in mud and lying on the ground in pain, had a shallow wound on her elbow, from which the pale golden blood flowing was particularly striking.

Gazing at the golden blood, the faint golden stains seemed to possess a fatal attraction for all vampires, making it almost impossible for them to look away.

It is a unique delicacy, and an alluring poppy.

"Gulu..."

Someone swallowed hard.

Roberts and Uberto gritted their teeth, while the dragon stopped its attack, staring at the golden blood with a kind of instinctive fear in its vertical dragon eyes.

Louis, dressed in a suit and tie, stared at the blood and murmured inexplicably.

“The blood of the gods…it really is the blood of the gods.”

Looking at the girl lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, and he stepped forward.

But the dragon was unwilling to let him pass so easily. With a single flap of its broad wings, it stirred up dust and wind from the earth.

"boom!"

A massive monster, as large as a small mountain, blocked his path, looking down at the small creature beneath it. Its vertical dragon eyes were wide open, exuding a violent aura.

"Stop!"

A strange dragon roar was unleashed, blowing away many vampires nearby. Only Louis, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, remained unmoved. Ever since he acquired that powerful, almost invincible strength, he felt that those around him were nothing more than a swarm of insects.

That's right, they're just a bunch of little bugs. Little bugs aren't worth paying attention to.

However, a slightly larger insect appeared in front of them.

"A dragon? Interesting. So even the legendary monsters have come out."

Looking at the giant dragon before him, Louis grinned without fear.

Why should we be afraid?

Who is he? His earthly name is Charles-Louis Bonaparte Napoleon, President of France, Emperor of the French Empire, Emperor Napoleon III, and now God.

He is the god of this world, and he will usher in an era of gods. He will completely unify the inner world and the outer world, becoming the one and only emperor, the one and only god.

Under his rule, all of humanity will be united as never before, and all species and all of humanity will sing his praises for millennia, for ten thousand years, and forever. As for his uncle? His achievements will pale in comparison to such a monumental feat.

His future will certainly not be limited to this small planet; this planet is too insignificant. His ambition should be the entire universe of trillions of stars.

Now, his only obstacle is a giant worm. Why should God fear a slightly larger worm?

The scarlet pupils gradually twisted into needle shapes—the pupils of a snake.

"In the name of Charles-Louis Bonaparte-Napoleon, dragon, make way for me."

The deep voice rebuked the enormous dragon.

"Roar!!!"

The ferocious dragon opened its bloody maw and lunged at the human in front of it.

"Unbelievable!"

The furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

The battle resumed, with Roberts splashing holy water, which had miraculous effects on vampires, while Uberto raised his gun and muttered mysterious incantations...

In the end, outnumbered and heavily wounded, the dragon managed to carry the two away, while the girl fell into the hands of the vampires.

……

A sea of ​​flowers in the woods.

Amidst the swaying flowers, a red-haired girl with severe abdominal trauma lay in a pool of blood. A handsome man knelt beside her, his hands covered in blood, his eyes wide open, his face filled with bewilderment and despair. The little girl beside him was also sobbing uncontrollably.

"Betty, you'll be alright, you'll be alright..."

The man was filled with extreme fear, and could only repeat the same sentence in a trembling voice: his hands could kill all the vampires that came, but he could not save the one he loved.

They escaped the pursuit of the Hermitage, but not the pursuit of the vampires.

"Betty, do you remember? You said you loved the flower fields here, and that we would spend our lives here with our children. Do you remember? Are you going to abandon me?"

His voice trembled, and he spoke with a choked sob.

The girl's red hair was as vibrant as ever, burning with boundless passion, but the owner of that hair could no longer look at the world with such fervor.

She forced a smile, stroked her lover's cheek, and whispered.

“Roberts…take good care of Joan for me, let her grow up like a normal person, don’t let her end up like me, living a dull and boring life as a prisoner…”

Looking at that face, streaked with tears, filled with despair and helplessness like a child's, she stroked that face, her eyes filled with affection and longing.

"I'm sorry, Roberts..."

Accompanied by that faint voice, and the guilt of failing to keep the promise.

Her beautiful soul has departed, leaving only one person behind.

……

"Betty...Betty...Betty!"

Roberts was jolted awake from the nightmare.

There was no sea of ​​flowers, no red-haired girl, just a wooden roof and the bed beneath him, and Wendy bandaging her arm beside him.

"you're awake."

With slender, jade-like fingers, she gently brushed aside her disheveled hair. The woman spoke with her head down, continuing to bandage her arm.

My mind gradually cleared from a state of confusion, and I realized that it was a memory from more than ten years ago.

Since stopping the medication, past memories have been gradually resurfacing, but as Wendy said, they were memories that had once caused her immense pain and that she had to try to forget. "This is a lumberjack's hut; we can at least fix it up a bit."

"Where...is Joan?"

Roberts remembered that they had been ambushed by vampires when they were trying to find the key to the world.

After a final battle, although he killed more than ten vampire gunmen, he was also shot multiple times. His last memory was of Wendy, who had transformed into a dragon, carrying him away, while Joan was captured.

How is Qiong now?

When he thought of Joan, he asked hurriedly.

But Wendy's silence gave Roberts a bad feeling.

“She…she…Uberto is searching on the computer.”

Upon hearing this, Roberts felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and with a sudden burst of strength, he struggled to get up.

"Wait, you're injured..."

Ignoring Wendy's words, Roberts endured the excruciating pain and stumbled out of bed, barely managing to walk out the door with Wendy's help.

Before him lay scattered cardboard boxes, a strange computer pieced together from brand-new parts, and Uberto, now transformed into a snake-man, squatting on a stool, gnawing on his fingers, anxiously scanning the monitor in front of him.

"Where is Qiong...?"

Looking at Uberto in front of him, Roberts said in a hoarse voice.

Uberto's snake eyes gave him a strange look. He looked odd, as if he was too nervous, and was constantly gnawing on his claws.

"She... is relatively safe."

For some reason, Uberto's voice sounded strained, and his pupils seemed to be involuntarily shifting.

The anomaly was so obvious that Roberts paused for a moment, then glanced at Wendy beside him with a questioning look on his face.

Wendy, supporting him, glanced at Uberto in front of her and simply said...

"He's about to collapse."

This wasn't said in front of Uberto; he heard it too, but he ignored it, just gnawing on his paw while clutching the angel pendant on his chest with his other hand.

"I...can't hold on much longer...you...as soon as possible..."

He spoke with difficulty, and the power emanating from the pendant grew weaker and weaker.

He felt as if two versions of himself were fighting in his mind, and the little rationality he had left was unconsciously seeking help from the last angel, but the angel did not respond to him.

Both he and the last angel were nearing their doom.

He looked at the two people beside him with a strange expression.

"Wait... to New York... the World Tower."

He knew that if this mission succeeded, perhaps he could retrieve Joan and the heart, and then everything could still be accomplished. But if he failed…

……

New York, World Tower.

The World Tower, which began construction in 1930, is hailed as one of the seven wonders of modern architecture. It is said that it was originally intended to be called the New York State Tower or the Empire State Building, but after much consideration, the name World Tower was chosen.

“Every time I look down from here, I feel how small humanity is.”

Standing by the glass window and looking down, it was midday, and the blazing sun illuminated the interior of the World Tower, but Louis felt no discomfort under the sunlight.

A perfect daywalker is the highest achievement in the eyes of vampires.

But for Louis, even the term "perfect daywalker" wouldn't be enough to describe him at this moment.

Looking down at the tiny world beneath him, Louis shook his head again.

"But in other words, in the eyes of humans looking up from below, I am also insignificant."

That's just a fool's opinion.

The elderly researcher beside him smiled and gave his boss a small compliment.

Louis remained noncommittal.

After gaining immense power, he indeed felt an attraction even more alluring than authority—a power akin to that of a god.

But he wasn't crazy. He knew what he was doing. He was going to accomplish a feat that surpassed all those who came before him, a feat that was unprecedented and would never be repeated.

The so-called King of Vampires is nothing more than this mundane understanding, just like myself standing here right now. Although I am lofty, that is all I am.

"Looking down from the top, everything below seems insignificant; but looking up from the bottom, everything above seems equally insignificant. In this world, there is only one thing that no one can ignore, and that is the sun in the sky."

His cold, serpentine eyes burned with a burning desire.

Just then, a girl was pushed in by several burly men in suits and sunglasses.

Turning around, Louis looked at the red-haired girl behind him, opened his arms, and smiled.

"Oh, look who's here! It's our divine child, the incarnation of God on earth."

The bound girl stared at him fearlessly.

"Let me go! Daddy will come to save me."

"Dad? I think your dad is already in dire straits."

Louis walked slowly to the girl's side, his fingers stroking her cheek, unknowingly making a small cut.

Licking the pale golden blood from his fingers and savoring its taste, Louis let out a low laugh.

"The blood of the gods... the blood of the gods, indeed, only those with divine blood can withstand the power of that heart."

(End of this chapter)