Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 234 The Son of Earth and the Son of Fire

The sky was gloomy, the setting sun was about to disappear on the horizon, and the endless sea creatures surging toward the shore pressed down like dark clouds. Yet, all of these endless sea creatures were worshipping the naked girl on the lava.

The exceptionally beautiful snake-woman princess, adorned in magnificent attire and crowned, walked slowly towards the scorching lava, surrounded by a multitude of sea giants. Wherever her long fishtail moved, the fiery lava turned into cold rock.

She dared not look directly at the naked body before it.

In her keen perception, that figure was like a deep and eerie black hole, constantly devouring all eyes that tried to pry into it; its coldness and greed were terrifying.

She tried hard to suppress her excitement that made her want to cry, then slowly bent down towards the figure, closed her eyes, pressed her smooth forehead against the rock, and spread her hands on the ground.

"My Father God, welcome back."

The Father of Snakes created the Snake People; therefore, all Snake People can be said to be the offspring of the Father of Snakes.

Regardless of the changes in appearance, the primal instincts of his bloodline spoke volumes; he was indeed the Serpent Father, awakened from his ancient slumber. King Unogaya had returned, and the Serpent Father had returned, seemingly heralding the arrival of an era for the Serpent People.

In the very distant past, the Serpent People once created a powerful and glorious era.

In that era, the snake people's floating cities rose into the sky, making the sky no longer the exclusive domain of birds and angels; colossal bronze giants walked across the lands of the Atlanteans, expanding new colonies for the snake people; scholars, engrossed in magic and astrology, were pursuing the forbidden secrets of immortality; the snake people and their inhabitants sang praises of the Father of the Snake and the Wise King, believing that a bright future lay ahead.

Now, with the return of the King and the Father of the Serpent, it seems that all of this will be repeated.

"We are the last of the snake people's bloodline."

When Ya'an Jiemu was young, her mother said this.

From birth, Ya'anjemu has shouldered this mission passed down through generations, striving for the prosperity of the Snake People and their civilization. When she realized that Roberts had transformed into a Snake People, she felt a sense of loss, but this was quickly followed by joy, because she had found companions; she was no longer alone.

Now, it seems that a wonderful era is about to begin in her presence, how could she not be extremely excited?
But in her presence, all that responded was cold silence.

The naked, red-haired girl stared at the sky with her eyes wide open, her pupils vertical, seemingly lost in thought, showing no intention of looking at Ya'anjiemu.

The father of serpents seemed not to notice this member of his kin.

The snake princess dared not utter another sound, but simply prostrated herself before the snake father, her heart filled with trepidation. After a long while...

"Oh...I see."

The Father of the Serpents seemed to laugh, his ancient and strange language filled with disdain and mockery.

Then, a heavy weight fell on Ya'anjemu's slender back.

"Um……"

She gritted her teeth and let out a muffled groan. Her slender, boneless hands gripped the ground tightly, but she dared not resist, for it was the foot of the father of snakes that was stepping on her.

Ya'anjemu is not a warrior skilled in combat; she possesses extensive knowledge and is adept at magic, but her physical constitution is weak. The avatar of the Serpent Father, though seemingly an ordinary human, is surprisingly heavy.

"..."

The back supporting the heavy object seemed to be making some kind of strange sound.

Even so, she struggled to maintain her balance, not daring to let the father of snakes on her back sway.

The being stepping on her slender back seemed completely oblivious to her struggles and hardships. Perhaps it was utterly unaware that it was standing on a fragile girl.

Soil, lava, and the snake princess's back seemed to make no difference to it, just as a human doesn't care whether their feet are on soil or weeds when walking.

Stepping on those slender backs, following the giant sea turtles that spontaneously spread out in lines, amidst the endless worship of the marine life, I walked step by step into the depths of the ocean.

As their figures disappeared into the sea, the sun set completely...

Ya'anjiemu, however, remained prostrate on the spot, her elaborate attire askew, her small silver crown lying to the side, her face showing a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

For some reason, she couldn't feel the love of the Snake Father. The Snake Father created the Snake People, and the Snake People were his offspring, but why... did she only feel indifference?

She possessed an innate ability to discern others' thoughts, like a mirror reflecting their subtle ideas. Even the most aloof King Unogaya, though indifferent and ruthless, didn't lack thoughts; rather, his thoughts seemed extremely nuanced, as did the Serpent Father…

From beginning to end, the father of snakes never glanced at himself, nor did he pay any attention to any of the sea creatures.

Yes, she was certain that even as the endless sea creatures surged toward the shore, praising it, the Father of the Serpent was completely unaware, utterly indifferent.

It was simply doing what it wanted to do, nothing more.

Her lips moved slightly.

"Why...doesn't Father God love us?"

Would parents not love their children?
She felt incredibly lost, as if something she had believed in since childhood had been overturned.

In the sky, numerous enormous shadows and darkness flew by, like spreading black clouds, emitting sharp whistles, seemingly mocking the tiny creatures on the ground.

The strange creatures and monsters of the old world... the demons have finally emerged. They hover in the air, eventually heading towards the ocean, where the masters of both the old and new worlds reside.

Beneath them, the devastated New York was covered in lava, like a hellish landscape, and the sky was utterly plunged into darkness.

……

Remnants of the old world.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, and the ground was filled with scorching lava. The hellish world was now deserted; almost all the monsters had fled. The defeated angel fell from his throne, his body soaked in blood, all his wings stripped away.

Its body was covered in blood, it knelt on one knee, barely supporting itself with its greatsword, motionless, as if it were dead.

But no demon truly believed it was dead. Even Baal, the powerful demon who had personally cut off one of the last angel's wings, dared not be certain. The angel was so powerful that even the demons were unsure whether it was truly dead.

Or rather, will it really die?
No being dared to be certain that they had escaped this fragment of an old world tens of thousands of years ago, yet no monster dared to approach the seemingly dead angel to see if it was truly dead.

But an uninvited guest arrived in the empty lava world.

When he appeared, the scorching world was bathed in a golden light. "You have failed."

Such was the calm, cold voice.

The muscular body was naked, with an unknown animal skin wrapped around its waist, primitive and ancient.

Walking among the ruins of this old world, this oldest human being exudes his former glory, as brilliant as gold and as dazzling as the sun, like a god descending to earth, whose intense radiance is too dazzling to look at directly.

He slew the dragon that symbolized the earth, took the first seed from the dragon's lungs, and spread greenness across the earth little by little; his parents were the sons of God, created by God's own hands; his wife was the daughter of the demon Satan; all mankind had his blood flowing in their veins; gods and demons alike opened their doors to him.

Whether to obey God or bow down to the devil is entirely up to him. Apart from the Heavenly Vice-King before him, he is the closest living being to God and the devil.

The angel in front of him moved, still kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, as if he were truly dead.

But the oldest humans did not move; they simply waited.

After a long while, a hoarse voice rang out.

"Yes, I failed."

Slowly opening his eyes, the blood-stained Fire Child looked at the Earth Child, who radiated infinite light. Two different gazes met; one was filled with deep weariness, yet seemed to conceal a certain resilience; the other was extremely indifferent.

Fallen angels, ancient humans, and so too is the continuation of mythology.

The oldest human looked at the blood-stained angel before him and said coldly.

"You're getting weaker."

The angel remained noncommittal.

"Yes, I have become weaker."

The oldest human shook his head as he gazed intently at the angel before him.

"Scrap."

The term "scrap" he used seemed to carry a deeper meaning, and the angel remained silent for a moment.

Then, the angel said calmly.

"Yes, failure is normal. I, this piece of junk, have done my best."

He did not deny the fact that he was a useless person; the former vice-king of Heaven and the last angel simply said so. Even if he was once the vice-king of Heaven, when he was discarded, he was nothing more than a useless person.

Then, his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the human in front of him who was radiating boundless light.

"Then, Son of Adam, what brings you here?"

"I'm here to kill you."

The voice remained calm as always.

Upon hearing these words, Lucifer… no, or rather Metatron felt a strange unease. A human, a human, actually saying he wanted to kill him? The world had truly changed. When did he become the subject of such words from such insignificant humans?

Human beings, what an insignificant word. In its heyday, humans were merely infants protected in swaddling clothes. But now, the most powerful humans in the world can fight against themselves.

He opened his mouth and laughed for no apparent reason.

"Ha...hahahahaha...it seems you still chose your snake father after all."

With a low laugh, his originally weary gaze grew increasingly cold and indifferent, and he exuded a murderous aura. One by one, the severed wings behind him began to grow back.

Unlike the previous black wings, the newly grown wings are now pure white.

The body, which had been kneeling, slowly stood up, and its size grew larger and larger, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters, ten thousand meters... taller than mountains and larger than oceans.

Ultimately, the angel's body seemed to permeate the entire world of purgatory.

That magnificent body connected heaven and earth, that handsome yet indifferent face with a blazing blood-red sky above it, while its feet were already treading on the depths of a sea of ​​lava, and behind it, thirty-six pairs of fiery wings, like fire and light, were fully unfurled, covering the heavens and earth with a wave of its wings.

The dazzling divine light emanating from the halo above his head illuminated the entire world. In this world filled with the smell of sulfur and lava, no radiance could compare to it, and nothing could rival it.

Before this angel who spans the heavens and the earth, even the oldest humans are as insignificant as dust, and at this moment, this king of angels is indifferently watching the tiny dust before him.

It was not the fallen angel Lucifer, but Metatron, the vice-ruler of heaven, the king of angels, the angel of fire, and the son of fire.

It is the king of angels born from the glory of God, possessing the most powerful strength among angels. In a sense, it is a god in itself, the only god besides God, because it is a part of God.

Looking down at the tiny specks of dust before him, the King of Angels' pupils were devoid of joy or anger. He held the greatsword of light and flames upside down with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing towards the earth beneath him.

"Boom boom boom..."

A colossal object weighing over trillions of tons fell, mercilessly splitting and piercing through the surging ocean of lava.

The colossal object stands tall in the lava ocean like a pillar of heaven, a mountain, a towering pillar. The violent lava tsunami surges against this pillar, yet it is as powerless as a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

"Kill me? We'll see if you're qualified."

The deep voice transformed into thunder, shaking the remnants of this old world.

Even on the verge of death, the King of Angels is not someone to be underestimated. Even in death, the magnificent splendor that a colossal star displays before its demise is beyond imagination.

At this moment, it is at its peak, undoubtedly the strongest under the gods.

Before this colossal thing that supports heaven and earth, the oldest humans raised their heads, gazing at the enormous object before them, their calm faces unchanged.

(End of this chapter)