Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 272 Demigods and Demigods

The year is 22054 in the Galactic Calendar, and the last year is 543 in the Last Calendar.

In the heart of the lush jungle, a single wooden hut stood in the center of a clearing. Before it, a group of ancient warriors armed with weapons and several men and women in spacesuits faced off in a tense standoff. Neither dared to lower their guard. To the ancient warriors, the weapons wielded by these strange wizards were exceptionally dangerous; while to the interstellar humans, these incredibly strong monsters were perhaps no less dangerous than the genetically engineered warriors.

"What should we do, boss? Big brother's been inside for ages, and there's still no sign of him. Maybe..."

Among the group of men and women, one of them spoke very quietly to the girl in the lead.

The girl in the lead remained silent, her lips pursed. Before entering the cabin, Morogaro had told her to rest assured. Indeed, who could threaten a psionic warrior? But because of the truth about the Father of the Serpent, everything that had happened since arriving in this strange world had made her hesitant to fully believe it.

In this wild world filled with gods, mages, and monsters, psionic warriors are not invincible. They had just narrowly escaped from a forest goddess. If Morogara hadn't managed to hold off the forest goddess, they probably wouldn't have survived.

Based on the clues found during this period, the owner of the wooden house—an old man with a white beard—seems to know something.

This is an extremely ancient and mysterious shaman in the local people's eyes. It is said that his wisdom even surpasses that of the gods, and some young gods would come to him to seek wisdom.

After overcoming numerous hardships and engaging in a fierce battle with the guards, Morogara was finally granted permission to meet the white-bearded old man. Strangely, Morogara seemed to have a premonition of something; she could sense that he had some kind of suspicion in his heart.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

In front of the wooden house, Muragara simply looked at her and calmly said something.

Looking at the wooden house, its simple and dilapidated exterior blocked any attempt to spy.

……

Inside the wooden house, a composed man gazed at the old man before him. The old man's age was unclear, but his face was extremely aged. Only his long, white hair and beard, which dragged on the ground and curled into clumps, even partially burying his body, proved how ancient he had lived.

He looked as if he hadn't moved in a long time, so much so that his slowly growing hair had become tangled around his hands and feet. How many years would it take for him to sit here in vain to achieve this?
no one knows.

"I never imagined that we would meet again like this... Duwu."

After a long silence, the man spoke.

According to the information he found, about a century after he lost contact, the Second Republic organized several more expeditions, and Duu lost contact during one of them and was considered dead by the Second Republic.

And now, the person who should be dead has appeared here.

The old man's reaction seemed somewhat slow. He opened his eyes as if unconsciously, and did not react in any particular way when he saw the man in front of him. He just blinked slightly, as if recalling something, and then spoke in a hoarse and strange voice.

“I never thought we would meet again, Morogara.”

"Is it an illusion... or a dream...? It's been so long, really so long... but I don't know why, seeing you again feels like the past just happened yesterday, like the things we learned from the masters just happened recently."

The old man continued talking to himself, then fell silent for a while.

Even when he saw an old friend he hadn't seen in a very long time, the old man didn't show any particular emotional fluctuations. He just quietly reminisced, closed his eyes, and talked to himself.

“Moragara… I don’t know what to do now, can you tell me? Should I be happy? I should be happy, shouldn’t I? I’ve dreamt of you so many times, but why am I so quiet…”

The old man's voice was filled with confusion and bewilderment. This wise old man, whose wisdom surpassed that of the gods, was now as at a loss as a newborn infant.

The man stared at the old man before him, remaining silent.

Every psionic warrior is specially modified, and each of them has a very long lifespan, with lifespans of 30,000 to 40,000 years not being unusual. However, in the man's eyes, this former junior brother has aged beyond recognition, not even as well as an ordinary interstellar human, let alone a psionic warrior.

The muscles that could twist through space materials have atrophied, and the bones, which are filled with psionic circuits, have lost their divine radiance and dimmed, causing the person to become as short as they are now. In psionic perception, the soul, which should be as bright and radiant as the sun and moon, is also mottled, turbid, and dim.

Every psychic can clearly sense the spiritual radiance of others, and can also clearly sense their own spiritual radiance; this is a fundamental instinct. Yet, the old man has lost even the ability to perceive his own emotions, falling below the level of an ordinary mortal.

From body to mind, the air of decay and decay permeated every corner of the old man.

The demigod who once walked among the stars has now aged into this state.

"Duwu, what happened after you lost contact that year?"

The man didn't seem too sentimental; he simply asked, "Whatever the reason, I'm here to complete the investigation I conducted years ago."

The old man lowered his head, lost in memories, and only spoke after a long while.

"A lot of things happened."

"Where should I begin... Let's start from when I came to this universe. That year, I was ordered to explore the eyes of the great serpent, and when I approached the pupil of the great serpent's eye, I found that I passed through its pupil and fell into this universe—the world inside the belly of this great serpent."

The old man recalled, and then slowly spoke.

"No one expected that what General Tiloan saw was actually the world inside the serpent's belly. By passing through its eyes, one could enter this entirely new universe. Within the serpent's eyes lies a universe..."

Morogara frowned.

"Wait, you mean the universe?"

In the interstellar age, the universe and the world have been distinguished into two different meanings. Both planets and the universe can be called the world, while the universe refers to only one specific entity.

The old man remained silent, only raising his eyebrows to look at Morogara.

"Moragaro, haven't you noticed yet? This is a completely new universe, a universe where particles don't exist, a ruined universe."

"When we enter this new universe, you and I have been replaced by something else. Although we are still flesh and blood, we are no longer particle flesh and blood. Even if magnified billions of times, we are still flesh and blood. We can no longer see those particles... It took me many years to realize this."

The old man's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, to mock his past self, but he eventually calmed down.

“Morogara, do you know how many years I have lived here? Thirty-five thousand years. My lifespan is coming to an end, while only two thousand years have passed in the outside world.”

“I have been here for many years, and I have vaguely understood the true nature of the Great Serpent… It is a monster that feeds on the world. It is older than our universe and existed long before our universe was born. The universe in its belly is the remnant of the universe it has swallowed. And its ultimate goal is not just to eat a black hole, but to swallow the entire universe into its belly.”

"Remember, before we explored it, the Second Republic made many attempts, even damaging its scales and flesh. But in the end, all of them were ineffective."

"Antimatter? Strange matter? Spacetime? Why can these things only harm it once at most, and then become ineffective? Because the snake is just its exterior, what's the point of damaging its outer layer?"

"A monster that feeds on the world is the world-devouring dragon."

……

The two demigods talked for a long time, and then Morogara came out of the wooden house, and the girl went to greet him.

"Are you OK?"

Looking into that worried gaze, Morogara shook his head, and then he suddenly spoke loudly.

"Can we win?"

The girl's face was full of confusion and questions, while in the wooden house behind her, the old man remained silent for a long time before whispering something.

The sound was very soft, but Morogh had already heard it.

"Let's go."

After everyone had gone far away, the old man, whose beard covered his body, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and silently addressed his former brother.

"Brother, take care."

The old man lowered his head and never looked up again.

Duwu, death.

……

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

(End of this chapter)