Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 232 Eyes
"The plane is..."

The already noisy sounds around me became even more muffled, but the only thing I could clearly feel was the terror in David's voice.

John tried desperately to break free from the inexplicable pull behind him, but he realized he couldn't. Beside him, towering buildings were being torn to shreds by some force.

Like a collapsing sandcastle, the massive buildings made of steel and cement crumbled and disintegrated, with the fragments rushing backward amidst a deafening roar, as if a gigantic monster were opening its jaws to devour everything.

John turned to look behind him and could vaguely see that tiny yet striking figure. Numerous fragments rushed toward it from all directions and then disappeared upon contact with it. The magnificent scene was like the end of the world.

"No...we...must..."

A teammate's scream came through the communication system. All five of them realized that life and death were hanging in the balance at this moment, but how could they save themselves?

At this critical moment of life and death, time seemed to slow down. John felt that he could no longer control his hands, and his palms were covered in sweat. This situation was beyond his comprehension.

"Calm down... calm down... I need to think of something... but what other way is there..."

He desperately tried to think of a solution, but as he watched his fighter jet being dragged backward little by little, he couldn't come up with any way to fix it. But suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"if……"

The audacity of the idea even surprised him, as it seemed impossible, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Once he made up his mind, he manually moved the lever...

The tail engines of several fighter jets spewed flames as they desperately tried to escape the invisible attraction, but suddenly, one of the jets abruptly changed direction and headed backward.

"John..."

"what are you doing……"

"..."

John heard his teammates' anxious and surprised shouts, but he remained silent and headed toward the source of it all.

The immense gravitational pull on the fighter jet was so strong that John could almost feel the groans emanating from its components, strained under the weight. Of course, this was just his imagination, but the heavy acceleration pressure on his body and the feeling of his heart about to explode made him acutely aware of the enormous pressure the fighter jet was currently enduring.

Before him stood the naked girl, walking forward, seemingly unaware of the fighter jet rapidly approaching from her side.

"shuttle!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, two missiles trailing long plumes of flame flew out from beneath the fighter jet.

"boom!!!"

The missile, traveling at more than twice the speed of sound, first struck the area around the target, and then burst into fierce flames that bloomed like flowers. Although the sound could not be heard directly, one could imagine its roaring force, and its smoke slowly rose into a small mushroom cloud.

At the same time, the machine guns mounted on the fighter jets opened fire.

"sudden……"

Machine guns, this ancient low-tech weapon, have not disappeared from the historical stage and still play an irreplaceable role on fighter jets. 25mm caliber machine guns spew fierce flames at the target.

The thick smoke obscured John's vision, but it didn't prevent him from judging the target's previous location based on his memory.

John's palms were sweaty, and his eyes were fixed on the target, not daring to stop firing for the slightest.

His solution was actually quite simple. In any case, it was basically certain that this girl was the cause of everything. Whether she was a mutant, a superhuman, or some other weirdo, the key was to get rid of her and most likely escape the predicament.

He knew it was dangerous, but he had no other choice.

The machine gun continued firing, the smoke slowly dissipating, and John's heart was in his throat.

A human silhouette appeared in the smoke. John's heart sank at first, but then a glimmer of hope resurfaced when he saw it clearly.

In the same spot, the strange, naked body was covered with wounds scorched by flames and holes pierced by bullets; one arm was severed on the ground, and golden blood flowed from her wounds.

Her face, limbs, and body were covered in wounds and huge bullet holes. As if she had just come to her senses, the girl looked a little strange and touched her cheek, feeling the holes pierced by the bullets.

Although she didn't die, the missiles and machine guns seemed to have inflicted considerable damage on her.

That guy will get hurt!
This fact alone was enough to excite John. As for this unknown girl? A superpowered person? A monster? John initially felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Faced with that power that could unleash natural disasters, he even felt that the steel mount he was riding was so powerless.

However, she is still made of flesh and blood, and she can get hurt, so... she can die.

“David! I hit her! She’s going to be hurt! She’s not immortal…”

John excitedly shouted into his headset, but just then...

The "girl" opened her eyes.

It's hard to describe, because her eyes were open, but John still couldn't help thinking it, because for a moment, the gaze that was looking at him seemed to come alive.

Vertical pupils, bizarre and inhuman, with a chilling gaze like that of a snake.

That gaze was so vast, like a lake, like the ocean, like outer space.

It was as if the colossal creature, half-asleep, had opened its eyes and, for the first time, looked down at the tiny insect beneath it. Its gaze seemed to ignore the steel cockpit that separated the two, passing directly through his body and staring into his soul.

Under that overwhelming gaze, John felt a chill run through his body, and his body dissipated into elementary particles within that tangible gaze...

"...!!!!"

In just a moment, the enormous beam of light shooting from the opened eyes engulfed the entire fighter jet. The beam of light was pure white and flawless, and the immense heat instantly evaporated all the high-rise buildings, streets, cars, and all man-made objects. The asphalt and concrete surfaces were evaporated and melted by the small amount of heat emanating from the beam of light in less than a microsecond, turning into scalding lava.

Fighter jets and pilots were relics of the past; no living being could directly face or withstand the power emanating from that colossal beam of light. Countless people in New York City witnessed the enormous beam, their bodies instantly vanishing in its overwhelming intensity—without exception. This energy was so immense, its outward propagation breaking through invisible barriers and even distorting the very fabric of spacetime.

……

The remnants of the old world, a world filled with lava.

The fallen angel wielded its greatsword, each strike unleashing countless rays of light, like an eternal sun that never sets, annihilating countless monsters in the world. But the ecstatic monsters had long forgotten their fear of the angel; their former master had awakened, and who could stop them now?

Each time, countless monsters are destroyed, but their remnants gather in this strange world, becoming new and powerful monsters that once again participate in this ancient battle.

The angel of divine light struggled to hold on, but the difficulty only grew.

"boom!"

Suddenly, as if the heavens and earth had been created, accompanied by bursts of purple lightning, it was as if the sky itself had opened its eyes. A colossal pillar of light tore open an endless chasm in the gloomy sky, and the world outside, with its blue skies and white clouds, opened its doors to the monsters of the old world.

The monsters stopped, the angels stopped, and a shrill voice cried out.

"It's the aura of my lord..."

In that world filled with lava, resembling hell, countless ancient evil creatures, countless ghosts, fallen angels, headless demons, and blood-stained warriors wielding spears—these ancient monsters bathed in the blue sky unseen for countless years. They laughed wildly and began to sing ancient hymns.

"I will bring darkness, I will bring disaster, darkness will cover my body, cover the hundred swords on my body, darkness is my destiny..."

Their songs shook this hellish magma world, while the winged monsters snarled and hovered in the gloomy sky, their deep voices causing the scorching magma to tremble.

The last angel looked down upon everything below, remaining silent and speechless.

"Darkness devours my soul, I return from the battlefield with resentment, I exchange my soul for power, I will destroy the heavens, I will bury the ocean, I grip the blade, piercing my own body, each sword symbolizing my original sin..."

"I hate, I suffer, I will destroy the world, I cry out, I roar, the world will tremble before my hand, I will fall into the endless cycle of reincarnation, I will sing to the heavens from hell, we have no future, we will shatter the future..."

"Light loathes me, living beings hate me, I will be the darkness of all things, I will fall into eternity, I will destroy myself, the last rays of sunlight leave me as if in disgust, I die in the light, I live forever in the darkness..."

The deep singing grew louder and louder, and the headless giants, the eight-armed basilisks, the crawling slimy worms, and the six-eyed tigers and leopards roared loudly, either howling or cursing.

Countless bizarre and violent monsters beat their dilapidated drums and banged on their decaying weapons, creating chaotic and disorderly noises as they unleashed angry curses at the heavenly messenger.

"Gods of heaven, fall down! Fall down to me!!!"

The deafening sound created a massive airwave, which in turn formed a tornado in this scorching world. The tornado drew in magma from the ground and scattered it across the entire world. Countless fiery rains fell on the body of the ancient evil creature, as well as on the already grayed wings of the angel.

The angel remained silent, his cold gaze unchanged, as he tightened his grip on the greatsword in his hand once more.

……

The enormous beam of light did not stop, but continued towards the sea...

On a warship in the Atlantic Ocean.

A sailor stepped out of the cabin and stared in astonishment at the vast ocean before him.

Before it lay a scene of madness that even the most eccentric painter could not depict: in the rainbow, a wide rift appeared in the middle of the vast, boundless sea…

Just like the myth of Moses parting the sea, the vast ocean, stretching for thousands of miles, seemed to be forcibly severed by an invisible force, revealing the seabed in the middle. From the ship, one could vaguely see in the distance, the smooth fault line even exceeding the height of the seabed, and the sailors could even see reddish things that seemed to be lava.

At this moment, the warship is heading towards that enormous abyss, which is unknown how many tens of thousands of meters deep it is.

"Warning...warning!!!"

On the warship, the sailors' heart-wrenching cries rang out.

Meanwhile, on the seabed.

"king……"

Dragging her fishtail, the snake-woman princess entered the hall, her face streaked with tears. She prostrated herself before the king, almost sobbing uncontrollably.

"King, the great father of the serpent... the father of the serpent has finally..."

"I know."

But the response she received was not the expected joy from the king, but an unexpectedly calm voice.

Ya'an Jiemu looked up in surprise at the king sitting high on the throne in the white palace. The king was surrounded by infinite radiance, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

Wang remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"Ya'anjemu, take your people and go to welcome your father of serpents."

After a brief silence, the king's deep voice rang out, and the snake-woman princess looked at him in surprise.

In the king's words, he seemed to intentionally or unintentionally overlook himself. He was the most beloved child of the Serpent Father, an ancient king who had personally served the Serpent Father, but why...

"king……"

Ya'anjiemu was about to speak when the king simply shook his head. Then, the king looked up at the sky, seemingly gazing at a spot on the sea, or perhaps at some unknown world.

"I have one more thing to do."

I don't know Western poetry, so I'll quote a poem from the internet that I personally think is quite good.

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(End of this chapter)