Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 56: Violent color but soft heart
(A heartfelt 4,000-word chapter is presented here.)
Under the watchful gaze of the old sea god Aegir, the serpent's vertical pupils gradually filled with blood, twisting and turning insane, filled with endless ferocity and savagery.

“You are my watchful guardian, but I have infected a group of servants. Why didn’t you inform the Aesir directly, but instead brought your army here yourself?

The serpent's deep voice carried a strange allure and captivating charm, making one unable to help but feel convinced.

"Because you don't trust them."

“You don’t believe that when those Aesir gods clash with me, they will still care about and protect your ocean.”

"As the main battlefield, your ocean will face the crisis of destruction. Your accumulation of tens of millions of years will be reduced to ashes in an instant."

"..."

Hearing the serpent's deep voice, the old sea god Egil remained silent, instead gripping his halberd tightly with a somber expression, bracing himself for the risk of a sudden attack from the serpent.

But the serpent did not do that; it simply spoke calmly, in a terrifyingly calm tone, recounting the various worries in the heart of the old sea god Egil.

"But what you truly fear most is..."

The giant serpent slowly lowered its head, its pupils gradually becoming ferocious and crazed, looming over the old sea god like a vast, all-encompassing sky. The air became strangely calm...

Then, a low, frenzied voice reached his ears.

"You're afraid I'll eat you..."

Upon hearing this, Egil's hand, which was gripping the halberd, stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but then relaxed again. He calmly raised his head and looked at the sky above him.

There, in a pupil as calm and reflective as a lake, yet even more vast than a lake, his image was reflected. Within it, his expression, his movements, even the slightest change deep within his eyes were crystal clear, while the depths of that pupil reflecting his image were utterly black…

It was terrifyingly dark.

Egil stared into that pupil for a long time before slowly speaking.

"You can't break free of these chains."

His voice carried an undeniable certainty.

"So, here's the problem..."

The giant snake didn't rush to refute, but instead inexplicably let out a strange, low laugh.

Although Aegir couldn't see the serpent's expression, and the serpent itself had no expression, in Aegir's eyes, if the serpent had an expression, it would probably be a crazed and twisted grin at him.

"How about we take a gamble?"

As the serpent murmured, its gaze upon Egil deepened with madness and twisted rage, becoming terrifyingly menacing and chillingly sinister.

The old sea god remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

“You wouldn’t dare do that. Even if you do break free, the gods can imprison you again. This time, you will be tied to the World Tree.”

Egil's face was completely calm, as calm as an outsider, only the barely perceptible gloom and anger in his tone proved that the turmoil in his heart was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

“A bunch of servants is not worth all this trouble. You are just trying to intimidate me.”

He made a calm assessment.

"I told you, old man, let's give it a try, see if I can break free of these chains. How about it... the result will be very interesting."

The ferocity and violence in the serpent's upright eyes gradually faded, replaced by a strange madness, and a terrifying, pitch-black darkness gradually filled the serpent's pupils.

The serpent's low murmur carried an uncontrollable, frenzied, and perverse excitement.

As it spoke, the colossal creature raised its head, no longer looking at the old sea god. It let out a deep roar, and its massive body, which formed half of the ocean floor, began to twist. Its pupils were gradually dominated by a pitch-black color filled with madness.

As it moved, the pure golden chains that were deeply embedded in the serpent's body began to tighten. These chains were not dead, but had a certain degree of vitality. Once it realized that the serpent was trying to struggle, it would immediately begin to tighten the chains. The more the serpent struggled, the tighter the chains became, until they were deeply embedded in the serpent's flesh and even its bones.

The chains that were now deeply embedded in the serpent's bones were the result of the serpent's frantic struggles during its excruciating hunger and agony.

Even Odin didn't know what these chains were made of. The only certainty was that they were incredibly strong, so strong that even the immense power of the serpent, enough to lift the entire ocean, couldn't break them. That's why the old sea god Aegir was so confident.

but……

That was in the past.

The serpent is endlessly growing larger, and whether it can break free of these chains at this moment, when it is even larger than before... is something no one can say for sure.

In the ocean, countless chains were stretched taut, and the enormous serpentine body, which had long since transformed into half of the ocean floor, was now moving, causing the entire ocean to churn.

"Ho ho..."

The serpent's pupils had turned pitch black, filled with all sorts of uncontrollable, perverse, and insane desires, and it emitted a ferocious and eerie laugh.

The laughter carried a strange sense of excitement, as if it had been anticipating this for a long time.

Its muscles were taut, its scales stretched out, and its massive body was struggling desperately.

Little by little, little by little, little by little...

Its massive body is struggling to support the entire ocean that is pressing down on it, gradually tightening the chains binding it.

"Rumble..."

Throughout the ocean, the seabed in various places is breaking apart, creating numerous cracks, which is proof that the serpent's body is trying to break free from its restraints.

Seeing the scene before him, the old sea god Egil couldn't help but take a few steps back to avoid being affected by the serpent's actions.

His expression turned ashen.

"Are you crazy! They're just some servants, is it really worth you doing this?!"

He shouted at the giant snake somewhat urgently.

The only response he received was the giant snake's maniacal laughter.

"Hehe... Hahahaha..."

The serpent's pupils were twisting strangely, and could even be described as trembling abnormally.

Endless, excruciating pain emanated from the serpent's body, even its bones. The chains tightly bound the serpent's body, inflicting intense pain. However, this bone-deep agony did not deter the serpent; instead, it fueled a near-perverted and insane destructive urge and craving.

"Kill them all! Destroy them! Annihilate them! Satisfy my deepest hunger and desire!!!"

It could no longer hear what the old sea god Egil was saying, because it had become hopelessly caught up in that mad and perverse desire for destruction.

That kind of crazy and twisted perverse desire, like poppies, made the giant snake completely indifferent to everything else.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was vent his hatred and his anger!
As the giant serpent struggled, the seabed began to tremble violently. Amidst the serpent's maniacal laughter, tens of millions of soldiers were filled with fear and unease. In the face of such tremors, they were as insignificant as ants.

"rumble……"

Deep in the ocean, underwater mountains slowly toppled amidst violent tremors, and dormant underwater volcanoes were awakened and began to erupt. "Don't do that! It won't benefit anyone!"

The old sea god Egil's tone softened, and he spoke with a hint of pleading.

But the only response he received was the serpent's increasingly excited, fervent, insane, and twisted laughter.

Haha ...

As the giant serpent laughed maniacally and struggled madly, the entire ocean began to churn, spreading from its deepest depths to the surface, unleashing violent tsunamis and storms.

The chains were deeply embedded in the serpent's bones, sinking deeper and deeper, but the serpent, caught up in its mad and perverse desires, was completely oblivious, as if it felt no pain whatsoever.

The pure gold chains binding the giant snake were faintly emitting a loud "creaking" sound.

If this continues, regardless of whether the serpent can break free or fight against the Aesir gods, the entire sea will never be able to return to its former peace. And if the serpent does break free, Aegir will likely be the first to become a victim.

“How about your servants inhabit the Dutch Sea?”

Egil hesitated for a moment, then softened his attitude again, even becoming somewhat pleading.

However, the giant serpent ignored this.

"Haha ...

Amidst the surging seawater, the giant serpent laughed wildly, its laughter growing louder, its voice filled with intense fighting spirit.

The giant snake, having lost its mind, displayed a strong sense of madness.

Greed, tyranny, cruelty, madness, morbidity...

The giant serpent was breathing heavily, its various desires mixed together, making it look incredibly ferocious and terrifying.

The pure gold chains binding the giant serpent were so taut that one worried they might snap at any moment. The dazzling light of the spell was flickering wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if foreshadowing that even the chains binding the serpent were about to break.

This great serpent, which once plunged the world into darkness, bringing winter and death, seems about to break free of the chains the gods have placed upon it.

This time, perhaps he won't be so easily satisfied.

"The Netherlands is yours... as long as you stop trying to break free of these chains..."

At this moment, Egil gritted his teeth and finally chose to put aside all his pride and self-esteem, pleading with the serpent.

As the old sea god spoke, after a long while, the giant serpent's struggling movements gradually ceased, and the previously turbulent seawater also stopped its surging.

The terrifying blackness in the serpent's pupils gradually faded, and it slowly regained its cold and indifferent look, looking down at the dejected and insignificant dust beneath it.

……

The old sea god departed, taking his army with him in retreat.

Faced with the serpent's incomprehensible and insane actions, no matter how calm he tried to appear, he still felt fear and dread.

Even though he could realize that it was just the giant snake trying to scare him, he was still afraid.

"You're afraid I'll eat you..."

These words pierced the heart of the old sea god.

Although he was once brave and fearless, that was a long, long time ago. Now, he is old. Although he has become more calm and rational, and can easily deal with the covetous eyes of gods and giants with his schemes and his army, he has lost the heroic courage he once had.

The moment the giant serpent nearly overturned the entire ocean, he felt a deep fear and trembling towards it.

This power far exceeded his imagination.

This power should have belonged only to Ymir, the progenitor of the frost giants, the powerful giant whose body could transform into the World Tree after his death...

Just as he had feared Ymir, he also feared the great serpent.

He was fully aware of this, but he tried to mask his fear with calmness, even making himself feel as if he wasn't so afraid of the giant snake.

However, the serpent saw through his fear at a glance, shattering his composure and rationality, leaving only his terrified and trembling soul.

He was afraid of being eaten by the giant snake. Faced with the snake's ferocity and violence, his calmness and rationality seemed insignificant.

If the serpent were to break free of its chains, regardless of whether the Aesir would help him afterward, he would likely be swallowed whole by the monstrous serpent; there would be no other possibility.

In contrast, he preferred to cede the Netherlands to the serpent.

"All bark and no bite; they're nothing but worms in the end."

Lying deep in the ocean, the giant serpent sneered contemptuously.

In this world, there are few beings that the Great Serpent can take seriously, and the old sea god is obviously not one of them. In the Great Serpent's eyes, only Thor, the God of Thunder, is worthy of its attention and regarded as an equal opponent.

Of course, as an opponent, the method that Orochi would appreciate most is to kill it.

"Only a dead enemy is a good enemy."

To achieve this goal, the giant serpent established a kingdom of swamp serpent people on land that worshipped it, and in the sea, it used the creatures that had once devoured its flesh and blood, along with the power of the giant serpent that had tainted them, to twist and corrupt them into various bizarre marine species, making them its servants.

Ultimately, the serpent is not one to suffer losses easily; those who have devoured its flesh will inevitably pay the price by becoming its servants.

All of this was simply waiting for the right opportunity...

The giant serpent vaguely realized that it seemed to be driven by an invisible force, leading it toward a scene it had once dreamed of and vaguely seen in books that humans had read in their memories...

"Ragnarok..."

The serpent was not aware of all the details of Ragnarok. In his memories from his human days, he had no interest in mythology, but he vaguely remembered from various movies that it seemed to be an ending where everyone was wiped out.

It once thought that none of this concerned it, but even the most foolish person should have realized the direction things were taking.

"I should be on Ragnarok's death list too."

The giant snake silently pondered in its heart, its eerie green pupils revealing a terrifyingly calm gaze.

But he was not afraid; on the contrary, an indescribable excitement rose from the bottom of his heart.

"That invisible force, is it... fate? But isn't that perfect! If that is fate, then let fate be used by me."

It was already impatient, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Ragnarok, when it could finally unleash its rage and hatred, and devour the culprit that had caused it to suffer in this deep sea...

"Thor..."

In the deep sea, a giant serpent murmured, its chilling aura permeating the air.

(End of this chapter)