diymy Chapter 875 - 439: This Is What a Giant Dragon Is Like
Chapter 875 - 439: This Is What a Giant Dragon Is Like
Did bringing them together truly stem from a belief in the God of Sinful Desire?
No, it was profit.
Across the ages, only profit remains constant.
When money is in place, all things go well.
Without money, everything halts.
Seeing that the leader discovered such a poisonous vow and swore compensation of money, those ready to cause trouble could only reluctantly desist.
Although for an Evil God Cultist, vows hold little binding power over them.
But since it’s an oath made in the name of a Divine, it can still be tentatively trusted.
"My lord, you don’t need to be like this, we are merely... Huh? Did you hear something?"
Buzz buzz buzz...
Initially, there were faint buzzing noises, which quickly grew louder.
Boom...
"It’s underground!"
Just as the Evil God Cultists were about to flee, they suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground.
Boom boom boom!
They felt the shaking beneath their feet growing stronger and stronger!
The earth trembled violently, the entire ground began to shake drastically...
The land swelled and burst open!
"What!!?"
Soon after, not far from them, an enormous and menacing head broke through the soil and burst forth from the ground.
Boom boom boom!
The giant beast shook the dirt from its head and roared skyward, unleashing a horrifying angry howl.
Roar!!!
The nearby Cultists, terrified by the sudden situation, were left stunned in place.
"What is that monster?"
"Ah! It’s that one!"
"It’s that Giant Dragon!!!"
Initially, they hadn’t realized, but upon carefully observing those scales flashing crimson light in the sunlight, their memories awakened.
The crimson scales refracted a demonic anomaly in the sunlight, each like polished rubies, yet emitted a suffocating scorching aura.
They felt a wave of heat rushing towards them.
They suddenly recalled the terrifying figure they had seen previously on the battlefield.
The leader’s mind conjured the battlefield scene—the Giant Dragon unfurled wings that could shield the sky and unleashed a terrifying breath like Celestial Fire, igniting the entire legion.
That creature known as "Crimson Wings," the dreadful Giant Dragon!
Why has it appeared here!!?
This giant beast ambushed here, is it intent on exterminating them all?
No, no, no, impossible!
Their actions were covert, no one knew, and even people within the Church were unaware.
How did it find them?
Or perhaps, it just happened to appear here, not knowing about them at all?
Then, amidst a chaos of fear and hope twisted together, the Giant Dragon appeared to detect something and suddenly turned its head.
Then, they heard a surprisingly astonished murmur.
"Hmm? Sinful Desire Cultist?"
After confirming the aura emanating from them, the Giant Dragon said nothing more, directly taking action... taking mouthfuls.
With great ease, it spat a "phlegm."
Ah—ptooey.
Though it quite controlled its power, still there was a crimson fireball one person tall rapidly flew toward the center of the Sinful Desire Cultists.
The speed was incredibly fast, leaving no time for much at all.
In one moment, they saw the fireball.
In the next moment, the fireball arrived.
Then—boom!
The Evil God Cultists, unable to react in time, were shattered in this mouthful of "old phlegm," burned to ashes by the Dragon Breath.
The situation unfolded so swiftly that they hadn’t even completed their pleas for mercy, leaving only a charred pit.
The leader’s final thought was—could this Giant Dragon be the guardian beast of that ruin?
"Ah!"
In the distance, the beastman slave, deliberately left on guard duty over luggage, suddenly lifted his head, fluffy ears twitching fiercely, capturing the earth-shaking explosion.
The chain around his neck tinkled as his body shook, the rust and bloodstained ring reflecting a sanguine glow in the sunlight.
This beastman slave, bought by the leader to act as a hunting dog, servant, guard in the forest, was stunned by the terrifying dragon’s might, falling to the ground.
Yet now, he had forgotten the trembles, instead, blankly watching the Giant Dragon swiftly rise from the ground.
"Ah..."
He stood dazed, mouth agape, looking skyward at the dragon soaring with wings, then back at the charred pit on the ground.
...Dead?
This realization cleaved into his chaotic mind like lightning, and thoughts long bound by sorcery abruptly cleared for a moment.
His not-so-smart mind, having finally started to churn, realized what had just occurred.
Those who killed his entire kind, turning them into blood and flesh idols, the Evil God Cultists, just died like that?
He raised his hand, dazedly reaching for the chain around his neck.
And it was with a gentle touch, the chain once immensely solid suddenly broke apart.
Click.
With the death of the "master," the slave contract forcibly signed also was lifted.
He was free.
The beastman struggled to feel very unreal.
The freedom he yearned for so long, the thing he dreamt of countless times in the midnight solace, had come so easily to him.
No, easily?
How many times had he tried to escape, after all? Suffered so many beatings for it?
All these years, he... No.
His nasal passage suddenly tingled, but the beastman’s tear glands had long been destroyed by potion, able only to make a broken sound between sobbing and roaring from his throat.
"Ah ah, ah ah!"
No no no!
These things were no longer important.
And now, there is only one thing left to do.