260.Chapter 260 How dare you!
Chapter 260: How dare you!
In the face of the five-colored dragon queen as if to burn out the world’s fury and battle intent, Bahamut spread his wings and moved to avoid Tiamat’s like a meteorite falling into the sky, cracking the mountains, looking up at this and his own bonded for two lifetimes with his old friend, in the absence of other existences to watch, the god, for the first time, revealed his true emotions.
It was an unspeakable exhaustion, with a hint of heartfelt compassion:
“Tiamat, even after changing your body, you are always so fanatical and persistent, honestly, sometimes, I really envy you. You should know that I am your destined nemesis, the enemy that you are destined to be unable to defeat, but even so, you still refuse to give up until the next time you are killed by me.”
Speaking here, a complex look passed through Bahamut’s eyes as he asked:
“But both have already come to another world, can’t we, between us, have another kind of ending?”
These words but completely angered Tiamat, this five-colored dragon queen, no, this once Mesopotamian Chaos Goddess gasped and laughed:
“Bahamut, or should I call you Marduk? Are you asking for my forgiveness?
“That I forgive you traitors who betrayed me and Apsu, who cruelly engineered the death of Kingu?”
“You think that a change of skin and face will wash away the dirty blood and original sin from your body? Reincarnating under the same Dragon Nest bloodline as me will allow me to forget all of this and call you affectionately . Brother?”
And this ‘brother’ also made the past memories that were still ‘beautiful’ despite the constant fights not help but come out from the depths of Tiamat’s mind.
She had once thought of leaving everything behind, embracing a new world and a new life, and making a new start.
But all that had happened with the fall of their common elder brother, Worri, in a pool of blood, with the inevitable battle that had revealed the identity of both of them in Mesopotamia, with the image of Aio, the God of the Father, announcing her expulsion in utter agony and disappointment.
All the beauty of the past and the love of family was burned to the ground.
All that remains is a renewed, bitter hatred.
“Simply delusional!”
“How do you make the dead Vory look at me!!!”
Accompanied by this exhaustive roar, the five dragons of red, blue, green, black, and white first gushed out five types of dragon’s breath: flame, lightning, poisonous mist, acid, and frost.
Each of them was brushed aside by Bahamut, who seemed to have expected it, with an almost elegant gesture, falling into the bloody battlefield behind him for an unknown number of kilometers, turning those demons and devils that hadn’t been able to escape far into pieces.
‘It’s not me’
”It wasn’t me”
”How could I possibly brutally kill my own brother just for that little bit of divine power?”
Bahamut, who had dodged Tiamat’s deadly killing move at a leisurely pace, did not have the slightest bit of joy or arrogance.
What he had was an increasingly heavy sadness, and a cold and indifferent expression.
This kind of words, has long been in that endless cycle of reincarnation by his explanation countless times.
But Tiamat simply did not believe any of his explanations.
Any attempted words of his fell in Tiamat’s eyes as nothing but intrigue and hypocrisy in an attempt to reckon with her once more.
The ‘traveled through identity’ that had long been exposed and the hatred of two lives that Tiamat had liquidated together on him, he was simply unable to defend himself.
Because Worri’s divinity, which represented ‘perfection’, had indeed appeared in his body!
It also made him Bahamut become a nearly perfect platinum dragon god in the eyes of the metal dragons, the king of the north wind.
Even though, he didn’t need this so-called perfection at all.
But his father, Aiou, still chose to believe in him, and pointed the finger of suspicion at Tiamat, who was ‘evil’ by nature, and eventually chose to banish her in extreme disappointment.
To be honest, even as wise as he was, he doubted Tiamat the moment Worri fell to his death in a pool of blood.
But after their battle briefly erupted, Bahamut regretted it and knew that he and God the Father had wronged her.
For at that moment he sensed the same grief, despair, and hatred that Tiamat had felt when she had lost Apsu and Jingu in succession in Mesopotamia.
It was an emotion so intense that it could not be faked.
Yes, how could a being like Tiamat, who was willing to unleash annihilation for her own selfish desires and emotions, go and kill her own brother just to frame her other brother?
And at that moment, neither he nor Tiamat had any knowledge of the other’s past identity.
After all, disguising and hiding one’s identity as a traveler was the nature of every traveler, no matter what era, no matter what world.
This was the nature of intelligent creatures.
The unfamiliar environment made it so that they could only utilize this method to gain a trace of security in their mind.
Especially, when the father who created them, was also a god.
Surely Cebra, is it a curse?
”If, without the memories of the previous life”
”No, even without those, Worri’s death would still be inevitable, all of this would still be repeated, and Tiamat would still hate me for all of this…”
”Damn the Time Trail! Why can’t you advance the node of my reincarnation to that time, so that I can uncover the real murderer, so that I can change this damn thing!?”
”I’m not some kind of savior! I’ve clearly saved a world from Tiamat, so why won’t you let me go? Why did it have to pick me!”
”Why!!!”
At the thought of this near-cursed ability.
Thinking of everything he had experienced this trapped in this temporal curse.
Thinking of the 1432 times he had been killed by Tiamat, until Tiamat could no longer kill him, and then from the initial resistance, to the gradual numbness to indifference, he killed Tiamat 13627 times.
Thinking about all of this, even with Bahamut, who had inherited the ‘perfect’ divine qualities of his elder brother Worri, he could not help but feel a heartfelt sadness and anger.
Sorrow at the fact that everything was as unchangeable as reincarnation.
Anger at the fate and mission imposed on him.
So much so, that he began to irrationally take offense at the existence that disturbed him from his long sleep on the King Killer Planet and woke him up early from his beautiful dream.
After all, in the numbing repetition of everything being as irrevocable as a curse, the false dream of slumber was his only chance for respite.
Looking at Tiamat, who was oblivious to all this, Bahamut was even a little envious.
Sometimes, ignorance, is also a kind of happiness.
At least no matter how many times she was killed by herself, Tiamat was always the one who dared to love and hate her.
And unlike him, in this endless repetition, he had felt that he was on the verge of becoming an existence that was unfamiliar even to himself.
A . . who had begun to waver in his principles in order to break this curse, who had begun to . . doing whatever it takes to turn into a wretch that his past self would spit on and despise.
‘I’m so tired.
‘Should I, simply, let Tiamat kill himself for once?’
In this way, it would be possible to rest for a while again in that long imprisoned sleep.
Idleness.
‘No, how could I have ventured such an idle thought?’
Suddenly alert, Bahamut lifted a claw to touch his somewhat stinging eyelids.
There, there was a wound that even the Dragon God’s life force had failed to heal so far, with the color of a blood-colored tear.
A wound that had been cut out by Davy’s incomplete Godslayer sword. ”That red dragon, what exactly is its ability? It seems to be the first time I’ve met it myself…?”
‘He seems to be called . Davyutos?”
‘No, it seems that one has met the other person once in that starry sky of Toriel? Was it him? Was he the one who created the opportunity for me to break the seal early?”
Soon Bahamut also realized the wrongness of his situation.
It was like. . as if he had been hit by another ‘curse’.
But this curse gave him arrogance and anger as the King of the North Wind.
He actually envied Tiamat’s ‘ignorance’ and thought of giving up because he was disillusioned?
But the original mind that had already been numbed through ten thousand repetitive reincarnations also came to life for a moment due to the stimulation of various ‘negative’ emotions.
Yes, it had been a long time since he had felt this kind of emotion originating from within himself so clearly.
He was able to clearly feel that he would actually feel a long-lost hunger.
There was also a renewed desire to change the current situation and that future.
Even look towards the Tiamat towards his own straight pounced, looking at his beautiful dynamic dragon curve, cloaca actually have a hint of bulging feeling.
Color.
Damn! This was his own sister!
His own soul had been tainted by that damned red dragon in some unknown way!
Rage!
Wait!
Wait, wait, wait!
Bahamut, whose thoughts were gradually coming back to life, suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity for him to break through the curse of this shackle!
And this opportunity might be in the young red dragon that let him reacquaint himself with his repressed and buried emotions for an unknown period of time?
Because of this curse that amplified all his ‘negative emotions’, it gave him a feeling of ‘coming alive’ again.
Instead of being as numb as he was in the past, everything felt meaningless, and even felt that the whole world was false, and only wanted to fucking die, but couldn’t fucking ask for death, ‘died’, and could only ‘wake up’ from the King Killer Planet, and once again repeat the mistakes of the doomed to change I can’t change the ending of everything!
To think that this was a change brought about by that red dragon’s unfinished chop.
‘Perhaps. I should let that little guy named Davyutos chop me again with his full strength?”
‘No, no, no.’
He could feel that if he really had to take the full sword hard without the slightest resistance, he would probably die.
God knows if there would still be this red dragon that suddenly appeared after the next reincarnation?
But just as Bahamut’s originally numb emotions began to fall into an unprecedented high speed under the influence of the ‘Seven Sins’.
But he was unaware that emotions, too, could be transmitted.
Especially for Tiamat, who was the emotionally charged Mother of Evil Dragons.
The flash of ‘lust’ in Bahamut’s eyes was naturally captured by Him as well.
What did it mean?
This made Tiamat’s five heads that were constantly spewing out various colors of dragon’s breath and firepower all stop and go down at the same time for a moment.
”Damn damn damn damn!”
”This disgusting to the core guy is actually showing such blasphemous eyes to himself!”
‘How the hell did he dare!!!’
And then it was completely triggered by that furious emotion of Bahamut:
“Hypocrites! Accept my wrath and
“Go to hell – ！！！！！”
The five-colored mother of dragons that soared in the sky once again lunged towards Bahamut with all her might.
This time, it was at full strength, so much so that the power of the ‘Seed of Chaos’ carried from another world, in Tiamat’s claws, had created a vortex that distorted both reality and the void, as if swallowing the world.
Even the moment this chaotic power appeared, the bottomless abyss adjacent to the gray wilderness of Hades suddenly changed in color.
The Will of the Abyss sensed this heterogeneous and homogenous power!
It exuded a desire for Tiamat the ‘traveler’!
Facing Tiamat, who had come up with an all-out stance, Bahamut was also startled!
This was completely different from the countless times he had faced off in the past!
However, in the face of Tiamat’s direct Chaos Origin power, he was unable to teleport, much less avoid it!
He could only choose to fight with all his might!
But God knows what this will bring, for fear that the gray wilderness this bit will completely collapse.
But it was not easy for him to recognize the opportunity for change this time.
He was so reluctant!
Bahamut the king of the north wind at this moment, actually restrained the innate arrogance, lowered the noble head, to the pouncing Tiamat shouted:
“My sister Tiamat yo!”
“I was wrong!!!”
“Let me be a dragon!!!”
“.” The corners of Tiamat’s five heads’ mouths opened at the same time.
The King of the North Wind, the arch-enemy with whom he had fought life and death battles for I don’t know how many times, actually
admitted to himself that he was wrong and conceded?
This scene even made the stunned Tiamat think that he was dreaming for a moment.
He instinctively wanted to raise his claws to give the other party a chance to repent.
But just like the Bluestar loaded nuclear warhead ICBM, all the damn have already ignited about to hit the target.
At Mach speeds like this, you can’t stop even if you want to!
In the face of silence to Tiamat, Bahamut only thought that the other party has absolutely no intention of talking to him.
There was only a sigh of relief.
Bahamut, who had raised his head high again, could only step down, just like the demigod in Mesopotamia who had challenged the Goddess of Chaos back then.
Towards Tiamat, he met it with all his might.
“I’m sorry, this time, I must not die.”
“. Tiamat! My . Sister.”
“If there is a chance, in our next life.”
“Goodbye!”
“Farewell forever.”
In the next moment, the two Dragon Gods that went all out, a red and a silver figure clashed together like a fated duel:
[Sea of Chaos – Flooding the Earth]
–Tiamat
“The world’s first creation, the Platinum Star.
–Bahamut
Along with an eye-catching light like a singularity explosion.
The gray wilderness realm of Hades.
There was light.
And then.
The bottom of this world.
Completely collapsed.
(End of chapter)