Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 225 The Return of the Serpent
"Blood of the gods... what are you talking about?"

The red-haired girl stared at him with hostile eyes, but still looked bewildered.

Neither Wendy, Roberts, nor Uberto told her the secret about herself, because it wasn't something she should worry about.

Louis simply chuckled at her bewilderment.

"Girl, haven't you ever wondered why your blood is pale gold?"

Joan bit her lip and finally spoke reluctantly.

"Wendy told me that I have a genetic blood disorder."

Louis clasped his hands together, shook his raised index finger, and sighed.

"It seems they didn't tell you... Well, even the Priory of Sion themselves know very little about the bloodline of Jesus contained in the Holy Grail."

"The bloodline of Jesus... Hehehe, where is there any bloodline of Jesus? Jesus was just a mortal. The bloodline in his descendants is not the bloodline of Jesus, but the blood of God, the blood of God that proves that God was born into the world."

"In those many ancient legends, dragons guarded rare treasures. Now, the divine blood that was guarded by the dragon has finally fallen into my hands."

His pupils inexplicably dilated, and his vertical snake-like eyes radiated a terrifying aura.

That dream revealed many secrets to him; he now knew those ancient secrets. He understood that in this world where gods and demons could not appear for various reasons, he, possessing unparalleled power, could plan countless things.

If the plan goes smoothly, he will seize the power of the demon Satan, and even the gods. At that time, he will not just be a so-called "King of the Vampires," but a true god.

And all of this will soon come true.

Faced with his terrifying gaze, the red-haired girl turned pale. She couldn't understand Louis's words, but she could sense his deep hostility. She tried to back away, but was grabbed by the shoulders by two strong bodyguards behind her.

“Engels, take off her clothes, carve spells on her body, nail her, and lock her bones.”

The cold voice said this.

He wasn't stupid. If he really transplanted the heart into the body of this girl who had divine blood, who knew what would happen? But both Eastern and Western magic had their share of methods to seal strange powers.

The West favors locking limbs with nails, while the East has the saying of locking the collarbone; both emphasize binding vital organs. But Louis felt it wasn't enough. He wanted to carve curses all over the girl's body, nail all her bones, and bind her soul with every vicious curse, leaving her no chance of escape.

Beside him, the elderly researcher nodded meekly.

In his opinion, his boss seemed a bit too radical. There was no need to take such a big risk now. Wouldn't it be better to take it slow? But he didn't dare to dissuade him. The last colleague who tried to dissuade him had died in Louis's rage.

Looking at the red-haired girl in front of her, the girl realized what pain she was about to endure. Her face was filled with fear and unease. She struggled to back away, but the bodyguard forcibly covered her mouth.

"Ugh... Ahhhhhh..."

On the very top floor of that world-class building, no one could hear the girl's screams.

……

The sun slowly set on the horizon, and the world gradually darkened.

On the streets of New York, pedestrians rushing to and from night shifts are in a hurry, each chasing money and profit, with no time to care about anything else.

"..."

A person waiting at a red light suddenly felt as if they were vaguely hearing something. They looked up in confusion, unsure whether the strange sound was their imagination or something else.

He looked around; most people were still waiting for the red light, but there were also a few others like himself looking around cautiously.

"Roar……"

The sound rang out again, and one could vaguely sense that it was gradually approaching.
This time, many people began to look up, searching blankly for the source of the sound.

"boom!"

Amidst the howling wind, many people nearly lost their footing, some even falling to the ground, as a massive shadow swept over them. This time, seeing the aerial monster with its broad wings, everyone was stunned…

"Dragon!"

Some people exclaimed in astonishment as the crowd watched the mythical creature flying toward the World Tower, some fleeing, others taking out their phones to take pictures.

The giant dragon that had caused such a huge commotion simply flapped its wings and flew towards the top of the towering building.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound of shattering glass and a deafening crash, the massive object, weighing tens of tons, slammed into the World Tower, the immense impact pulverizing the outer shell of the building.

Shaking her slightly dizzy, enormous head, Wendy was met with a scene that infuriated her...

In the spacious hall, many people stood in various places, with an operating table in the center. Several people surrounded a naked girl on the operating table. Her body was covered with wounds and faintly visible nails; her exposed skin was covered with various unintelligible blue incantations; pale golden blood flowed all over the floor; her eyes were vacant…

The red-haired girl who had been ravaged to the point of near unconsciousness was none other than his adopted daughter.
"Joan!"

But before the dragon could unleash its fury, a voice filled with shock and anger came from its back. Hearing that voice, the dragon's dull gaze seemed to stir, and a glimmer of light appeared in its lifeless pupils as it looked in Roberts's direction.

Meanwhile, at the same time, Roberts was sprinkling holy water from the bottle.

Holy water is far more damaging to vampires than any firearm. In the hands of a witcher with even a slight mastery of magic, it is a deadly weapon against vampires, and this time is no exception.

"what……"

With a burst of intense light, many vampires were either forced to flee, or simply vanished on the spot. Even Louis, who considered himself a god, had to try to avoid it.

That substance, imbued with wondrous power, possesses an inexplicable restraint over any supernatural being, and this restraint remains unchanged regardless of the power's strength. It is precisely for this reason that, during the witch hunts of the past, many ordinary people were able to instill fear in these self-proclaimed extraordinary beings.

"Nonsense! This is a crucial moment; how can we allow you to act so recklessly here!"

Louis, who was hiding behind a cloth, was enraged when the parts of his body that he hadn't had time to avoid were scorched by the radiance of the holy water. He considered himself a god among men, yet he was forced to hide by a mere mortal. How could he not be furious?

The human's pupils contracted slightly as he gazed at the giant dragon's head.

"It's you? The brat who didn't die back then."

He recognized that figure. Back when he became a vampire, he was injured by this brat's ancestor—an English knight—which forced him into a nearly century-long slumber.

A hundred years later, in a fit of rage, he slaughtered almost all of the knight's descendants, but unexpectedly, a child escaped.

Roberts saw him too, her eyes filled with anger.

“Louis…”

He growled in a low voice.

He would never forget that figure... that figure standing in the blood-stained castle, that figure who killed Betty.

Now, he's dragging his own daughter into this mess.

"Little knight, it seems our feud isn't over yet."

Louis grinned, revealing two fangs at the corners of his mouth.

But all that answered him was the dragon's furious roar.

"You deserve to die!"

The deafening roar shook the entire floor.

The dragon forced its way into the relatively small space. With a flap of its wings, the precarious floors above collapsed with a crash, while the other half of its wing protected the red-haired girl on the bed.

"Roberts! Heart!"

Just then, Uberto keenly noticed the heart being held in the hands of the doctor-like figure, and he hurriedly shouted. If they could retrieve both Joan and the heart, there was still a chance to salvage the situation.

But at this moment, Roberts was more concerned about his daughter than the mysterious heart. He dodged the bullets being fired at him while moving closer to his daughter.

But Louis also realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Quick! Take out that girl's heart and put it back in!"

He fended off the dragon's furious attacks while roaring toward the doctor.

The doctor wasn't a vampire, nor had he ever faced such a battle before; he was just an ordinary person, and at this moment, he was completely at a loss. But upon hearing the order and seeing Roberts charging towards him, he turned pale with fright, dropped the heart in his hand, and stumbled towards the door to escape.

"you……"

Louis, who was almost bursting with anger, was about to say something, but the huge dragon claw swung in front of him, forcing him to swallow his words.

"Joan!"

He barely managed to crawl to Joan's side, and when he touched her, his hands were covered in dried, pale gold blood, which almost broke the father's heart.

"Dad...Dad, I knew...you would come."

The ravaged red-haired girl managed a weak smile at her father as she struggled to get up.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, Roberts caught a glimpse of the cold glint of a gun barrel beside the girl…

"careful!"

"Da da da……"

A burst of bullets came, but they hit him squarely in the body.

Kneeling on the ground, hands gripping the operating table tightly, knuckles white from the effort, he struggled to keep himself from collapsing.

Shot in the abdomen, Roberts was already injured, and now, with the added injury of shielding Joan from a bullet, she was barely able to hold on.

Behind Joan...

The doctor, who was about to escape, reappeared, his face filled with fear, his eyes desperately trying to move, but his limbs seemed to have no will of their own.

"No... I didn't do it."

He spoke in fear, but his hands and feet seemed to move on their own as he picked up the knife.

Roberts' eyes widened in fury as he tried to reach out to stop him, but his already wounded body could not withstand the strain and he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh!"

Uberto fired, but the shot hit the doctor and seemed to have no effect; the doctor's body swayed slightly but remained stiff.

Not far away, a smile appeared on Louis's face.

The power he gained was not only physical strength, but also a wondrous spiritual power.

The knife swung down...

……

Right in front of Roberts, the girl's body twitched, and pale golden blood gushed from her abdomen, but her pupils remained fixed on Roberts beside her.

She was right beside her, but at that moment, Roberts, kneeling on the ground, could do nothing.

A strange smile appeared on her face despite the excruciating pain in her azure pupils, and Roberts, standing right next to the girl, could clearly see her lips move slightly.

"Dad...I love you."

The faint, almost ethereal sound reached Roberts' ears.

……

"You've hardly ever come back to see me since I was a child, only once a year. You've never cared about me, so what right do you have to tell me what to do now!"

That stubborn gaze, looking at me without any fear...

"Is everything beautiful in this world destined to vanish? Will our current happy moments also eventually disappear like this sunset?"

The girl's face was gloomy and saddened...

"I'm sorry, Roberts..."

Lying in his arms, her loving gaze was filled with lingering affection and guilt...

Countless memories flashed through his mind; the two most important people in his life had both died in front of him.

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

His lips trembled, as if something was missing from his heart.

In his bewildered state, the doctor, riddled with bullets, placed the heart he was holding into the girl's ripped-open chest...

……

The dragon stopped its attack.

The dragon's upright eyes stared at the corpse before it. Instead of feeling sorrow, an instinctive fear welled up in its heart, making it want to run away, as if the corpse was the most terrifying thing in the world.

As Louis gazed at the girl, a deep unease inexplicably arose in the heart of this self-proclaimed god, as if he had made some wrong decision.

"Gulu."

For some reason, he inexplicably swallowed.

In a world filled with lava, beneath the last angel guarding the remnants of the old world, the throne forged from countless weapons teetered on the brink of collapse. Gazing upon the scene before humanity, the angel remained silent.

Meanwhile, the numerous monsters and demons unleashed their furious roars, the sound shaking the entire old world.

At the bottom of the sea, the king looked up, his face expressionless, and simply spoke softly.

"It's awake."

Uberto stared at the heart placed in the girl's chest, his face ashen, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. This most intelligent man in the world was filled with fear and dread.

"It's over... it's over..."

His body went limp on the ground, and he murmured unconsciously.

……

"Boom..."

Under the watchful eyes of many, a clear heartbeat began to emanate from the girl's chest.

Slow and calm.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

The heartbeat grew louder and louder until it shook the entire hall. With each beat, a deep and terrifying pressure gradually enveloped everyone's hearts, and they seemed to see a pair of cold, sinister eyes open...

(End of this chapter)