200. Chapter 200 – Dragon Arrives at the King Killing Star

Chapter 200 – Dragon Arriving at the King Killing Star

“Light the fire!”

With the order given by Atilicia, the component panels of the body ‘magic ship’ began to start flickering with circle after circle of magical runes.

But rather than calling it a magic ship, it was more like a magic construct that was draped over his body as if it had nearly doubled his size.

If David were here at this moment, I’m afraid he would have exclaimed on the spot:

“Crap, Dragon Gundam.”

This was the result of Atilicia taking the group of Nether ‘students’ and squandering all of the 80,000 pounds of treasure he had saved over the past decade or so for raw material purchases:

Dragon Magic Construct – Trial Production Type I.

Due to the fact that it orbits too close to the sun, most of the materials were procured from the second tier of Batoh Hell’s Dis, such as the Batoh Green Copper produced by the fourth hell’s Fire Elemental World of Frigid Sothoth, and the outermost layer was wrapped in the leather of a whole Abyssal Balrog that is immune to flames, and then the magical carvings engraved on it by the old Devil Dharonas himself.

His students had begun arcane chants, and as the incantation went on, a soft blue light began to emanate from the metal construct’s feet and engine ports, which gradually spread until the entire hull was enveloped in it.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of energy poured out of its energy vents, causing the dragon-shaped gundam to slowly begin to leave the ground, its torso swaying in the air for a few moments before stabilizing and beginning to rise upwards. As it rose, the magical runes gradually went hidden, and the chanting of the students on the Shade City Launching Ground gradually weakened until it stopped altogether.

Until the six boosters detached and fell, the main body disappearing into the starry sky, after seeing their results in the joint attention of the citizens and the old demon Dharonas.

Ten years later, as soon as Davy reached the edge of Torrell’s sixth terrestrial planet to awaken, he received another transmission from Torrell.

Only this time, the message from the dragon father, Attilicia, was only one sentence compared to the literate ramblings of ten years ago:

“I’m coming, wait for me.”

David steeply had the illusion that he had slept in a daze.

He especially remembered that the other party had said that he would catch up with his trip before he fell asleep last time, and he thought that Atilicia was preparing to take care of the ‘subject matter’ before he arrived at the Kingkiller Planet, and then sent the technical documents to him via magical transmission for him to build it on his own.

According to the other party’s meaning, this was prepared to personally send it over wow!

Confirming once again that he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea, he first lifted his head in confusion to look at the sparkling sea of stars, and then laughed happily.

Because this only means one possibility, the other party through alchemy to refine this world’s version of the ‘quantum dot ink’ has succeeded, and the technology of the magic ship has made a certain breakthrough.

However, whenever a short period of time was achieved in a certain cutting-edge field that transcended the times, there would be a ‘great man’ who would fall from the sky.

Like Albert Einstein, the founder of modern physics in the Blue Planet, or Dalton, who had thickened his chemistry textbooks by nearly half with his own strength.

The ‘seeds’ he brought from Bato Hell twelve years ago began to germinate anew in the Nesser homeland of the Torrell Anarok Great Desert.

It was the only way to have the technological backing to support the alchemy-only Papa Dragon in this chase across the starry sea.

But the problem was that it was impossible for them to obtain the Mithril energy cores from the High Elves.

Then there was only one way left for Attilicia to go.

That was to be like him, using his own magical energy as a power source for continuous acceleration, and then like Icarus in the mythology of the Blue Planet, running towards the sun and using its gravitational slingshot for extreme acceleration to have a sliver of a chance.

Just this almost theoretical approach? Was it really possible to realize it?
David took a look at the planet below him, whose crust was completely scorched by endless fire, and seemed to have been able to visualize some abstract outcome.

If the previous planet Calpe was a work of art, then the Goth before him was an absolute misery, the vast majority of its surface was perpetually in flames, the air was so murky that the only thing that counted as beautiful was its gigantic planetary ring with its three encircling moons.

It clicked, and once again, being the traveler that he was, Davy made it a habit to record it and send it to Torrell.

Then once again, he fell asleep and flew to the next star.

Only eighteen years thereafter, when Davy traveled back-to-back through the Garden and the star Hecas at the very edge of the galaxy, he didn’t know if it was because the distance was just too far, so much so that he didn’t even receive any subsequent magical transmission from his dragon father, Attilicia.

This caught David a little off guard.

But seeing that he had almost reached the edge of the galaxy, the sunken cost of nearly thirty years made it impossible for him to terminate the plan.

At the very least, he had to complete the observation mission that the Dragon Queen had given him.

As for marking the Killing King’s Star, he could only wait for the other side to approach Toriel twelve years later and then figure out what to do, by then, the other arrangements of the Queen of Dragons in Ferelen should also be activated with it, and he could figure out a way to take the chestnuts out of the chaos.

Just the thought of accomplishing this near-impossible task under the noses of two sober deities gave David a deep headache.

Adding to the fact that his position was already close to the orbit of the King Killer Planet, he didn’t even dare to sleep too soundly, for fear of waking up and crashing directly into the crystal system wall again .
But just when he woke up from a nap for an unknown number of times, he suddenly felt an inexplicable stirring.

Something was constantly calling out to him.

Right behind him!

And was approaching him at a speed considerably faster than his.

At the thought of a certain possibility, David’s blood, which had been dormant for nearly thirty years in this uninhabited deep space at two hundred and seventy degrees below zero, seemed to begin to spurt with the sudden rhythmic beat of his heart.

But he could only hold back the inexplicable exuberance and excitement in his heart and continue to accelerate himself, correcting his orbit and bringing himself closer to the other side.

Finally, three months and seven days later, after thirty years, David in this uninhabited deep space, and the other party, finally met!
Only when they were close to each other, the words that had already been brewing in David’s mind were not transmitted by magic.

Because gradually approaching him, is not the memory of the smiling Atilicia, nor is it the gorgeous magic ship that makes him look sideways.

Instead, it was a dragon’s skeleton that had completely melted together with various metals and completely twisted, and was only left to float alone in the universe due to its inertial speed.
Micrometeor.

Witnessing this scene, Davy’s pupils first dilated violently for half a second before regaining their normal shape and releasing a smile.

He first used [Meteorite Technique] to continuously traction to reduce the speed of the other party, which carefully drilled out from the meteorite shell, and then like a gecko stepped up, tail flicked and patted the spine of the ‘fossilized ashes of the dragon father’, and said wordlessly in space:

“Dad, your starry sky express, successfully delivered, I received it.”

At the same time, he finally knew what it was that couldn’t stop calling out to him, it was the spirit of magic that Atilicia had used to assist her flight, similar to the tower spirit that controlled the organs in the magic tower.

Only I’m afraid that he himself didn’t expect this to be the case, the Spirit of Magic was still there, and he was selfless first.

He was even able to imagine how smug the other party was after borrowing the sun’s gravitational slingshot to complete the acceleration and orbital correction.

And then how frustrated and desperate he was when he was about to leave, facing the sudden eruption of solar flares and looking at the gradually melting shell of the construct.

It was true that they were using the soul projection of a Batou Devil, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t feel the physical pain.

On the contrary, Atilicia, whose projection had been pulled back into Bato’s hell, would only feel more mental torment.

In the following twenty years, the other party must have tried countless times to reach out to them, only to repeatedly hit a wall because the distance was simply too far away.

However, all this pain and suffering would come to an end.

Because, he had already seen it.

Saw the, infamous, King Killer Star.

And the moment he saw the other side, an unprecedented chaos and impulse surged through his thoughts. He knew that this was the influence of the Dragon Madness, but he couldn’t immediately change his form at this moment.

So he just tugged on Papa Dragon’s Starry Express and couldn’t stop using the Sky Comet Engine to correct his course.

They, in eighteen hours, would officially arrive at the King Killer Planet.

The Magic Spirit on the ‘Atilicia’ had already told him:
Atilicia had eaten the Quantum Dot Ink before the flare erupted.

So in a way, the ‘fossilized ashes’ left behind by Atilicia was that alchemical logo.

Whenever he thought about it, David always found the idea just a little bit hellish .
With about a million kilometers to go between them, Davey pushed himself away from the construct wreckage like an aero plane dropping a bomb.

It would impact on the Killer Planet in four hours.

And he would be the observer of that impact.

He himself was still a living being after all, and God only knew if his proximity would awaken the incarnation of the elf god on it.

It was of course impossible for this power to destroy the other side directly, unless the courier sent by Papa Dragon was dozens of times larger, which would make it geometrically more difficult to send it into the sky.

But the Alchemy Quantum Dot Ink, which had already fused with the dragon’s skeleton, would certainly be able to nestle in.

It would be hundreds of millions of units of 2-5 nanometer sized particle body coordinates!

It would definitely be able to go in with a single shot!
Even if the elf god sensed afterwards that there might be something to it there wouldn’t necessarily be a way to do it.

Just like the elf who had been snapped by an evil dragon, he could only spend the next long hours apprehensive and terrified as to whether or not he would conceive a half-dragon elf over it.

The other side, unless they wiped the entire Kingkiller planet out of physical space in its entirety, heh heh heh.

He’d fuck the Kingkiller Star today.

This ‘Dragon Madness Arrow’ that had secretly taken four millennia to build by a former Moon Elf and had nearly wiped out the Torell Dragons.

The countdown to destruction would be pressed by his own claws, Daviyutos!
Time passed by bit by bit.

Thoughts that had only flashed through his mind, they all came out at this moment due to unprecedented concentration and tension:

”Although this method is sufficiently stealthy, but that comet has already been confirmed by Tiamat to have the incarnations of two elven deities, one of which is still a medium divine power, what if it fails?”

”No, no, no, absolutely impossible to fail! The other party might still be dormant.”

‘But if, in case that Platinum Dragon God is really on the Kingkiller Planet, dad he receive this kind of thought shock? What about the relationship between him and Dragon Island?’

‘No, what’s more troublesome is that once it’s true, wouldn’t that be the second Dragonfall War?’

”After all, having already arrived at the edge of the Toriel Galaxy, it is impossible for myself to return to the main material plane with the evidence, and that group of metal dragons will definitely not believe that the King of Good Dragons, whom I believe in, has done such a brutal thing.”

So much so that the four hours that should have been short, David actually felt a bit tormented.

Just as the countless thoughts in Davey’s mind boiled over for a few moments, he, who was already approaching, finally saw the entirety of the Killing King’s Star.

Its circumference was filled with dull but scarlet magical lines due to the Dragon Frenzy Labyrinth.

Only, other than that, it was a comet with a bare comet on it.

There was no elf god incarnation in sight, much less the so-called platinum dragon king Bahamut.

The result caused the many conflicting thoughts in Davy’s mind to stall simultaneously, dissolving into a cranial ringing in the ears, but also a long, relieved sigh of relief.

In the next moment, he witnessed the wreckage of Papa Dragon’s construct, like a micrometeor impacting on the King Killer Planet.

There was no sound, but the moment of impact still caused a dazzling light no less than that caused by Dragon Mother Pavla’s mouthful of fusion dragon breath on the coast of Skenes back then, and then a large amount of debris, dust, and gases were thrown out at the same time, forming a long comet’s tail.

Such a magnificent sight, if in Toriel’s ‘City of Ghosts’ by creating ‘astronomical telescopes’, it must be able to observe it.

”Seeing this light, you should feel relieved, right, Dad”

David thought in this way, the pupils of his eyes finally adapted to the piercing light that had weakened.

He saw that a huge impact crater had been made on the front of the King Killer Planet.

”It’s a bit of a pity.”

The energy of this blast was at least equivalent to a nuclear explosion of tens of thousands of tons of equivalent, yet it had only smashed out a crater.

Yet it was already the most powerful destruction he could do at the moment.

”It’s time to go back.”

”Counting the time, eh, I’m a young dragon too!”

Just when David thought he had completed his mission for this trip, embracing his longing for his youthful years and preparing to ‘project offline’ his consciousness to return to his main body in Bato Hell.

It was not known if the shockwave of the impact propagated and reverberated inside the comet until, a crack opened up.

David instinctively looked over, and then saw within the slit.

The pupil of a pale blue eye opened.

The two stared at each other wordlessly across the starry sky.

But David’s pupils plummeted.

Because, as a gargoyle, he was boldly certain that those were the eyes of a gargoyle!

”Bahamut?!!!”

[Rage]

He, who was instantly caught up in fury, was just about to try to confirm the other party’s identity with a magical transmission, when the Killing King’s Star lit up with an aura of magic that swept past from Davy.

David’s projected body in this world was also the only observer.

In this way, in no time, turned into stardust.

At the same time, on the sixth level of Bato’s Hell, on the great slope of Malbolge.

Boom!
A large bag bulged out of the stone surface, then suddenly burst open.

After thirty-two years, the red dragon David, who was sleeping in hell, finally ‘rose from his coffin’.

(End of chapter)