Chapter 1213 The Day I Shot My Lover
The roar that was like thunder became more and more rapid, and the white smoke in the sky rolled violently... and the blood-red streaks became more and more obvious.
It was like adding a few spoonfuls of strawberry jam to a swirling vortex of ice milk. As the swirling continued, the originally pure white sky gradually took on a pink hue—like the color of blood diluted with water.
The frequency of the meteor shower became more and more rapid, and pieces of dragon scales wrapped in ice and fire fell to the ground, bringing gifts to people... or disasters.
One of the dragon scales fell at Aiwas' feet.
After crossing the border between the dream world and the material world, and burning fiercely in the air, it seemed to have shrunk slightly. This dragon scale, as translucent as white crystal, was the size of a mask. On the back were faint blood-red marks like the veins of a maple leaf, while the front was like a piece of transparent ice.
When you hold it in your hand, you will feel an unusual coolness.
Even though Aiwas's body had been strengthened to the fifth energy level by the power of Tao, he could still feel bursts of piercing coldness drilling into his flesh and blood like worms when holding this dragon scale. It was only because the heat in Aiwas's blood offset it that it could not penetrate.
If the person who picked it up was just an ordinary person, he would probably be frostbitten or even frozen to death in an instant; if he forced himself to carry it, he might be frozen into ice in a few minutes.
That's one reason Aiwass said it could be a disaster.
It fell to the ground like a comet—buildings not reinforced by preservation magic could not withstand such an impact. Those buildings would be destroyed by it... and if people picked it up carelessly, they would be injured or even killed by the remaining divine power within.
Once people realize what this is, possessing the scale of the Crown Lord will bring about fatal disaster.
All it takes is a fourth-level magician—no magician is even needed. With this level of material, even those "blacksmiths" below the third level who have not yet been promoted to magicians can use it to forge "extraordinary" level weapons, armor, and accessories.
In other words, the equipment forged by a first-level blacksmith using it would be the lowest purple, which is comparable to the dragon spear forged by Fafner using her own dragon bones, and the treasures passed down from generation to generation by the Hawkeye Organization.
——In the past, this was something that only fifth-level hero units could equip in multiples!
And now, there are more than a few hundred scales falling like rain?
At this moment, Aiwass suddenly heard the scream of a dragon.
Immediately afterwards, the white mist in the night sky rolled violently and turned red.
It was a scene reminiscent of a sailor's execution—standing on the gangplank, shot in the back, and then falling into the sea. The sea would ooze out blood... just like being chewed up by this monster of the sea, oozing out sweet juices.
"That is..."
Aiwass's eyes widened.
He immediately covered his left eye, as if undergoing an eyesight test, and tried to look up at the sky with his right eye, but could only see vague outlines and shadows.
"That's Morgan."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers replied leisurely, "Arthur still miscalculated."
"...Miscalculated?" Aiwass asked, turning around.
"Indeed," the Lord of Scales and Feathers laughed heartily. "Let me put it this way, Aiwass—if you were an absolute dictator, a monarch ruling over all things. If you possessed the ability to resolve all matters, if your power was so immense that it was irresistible, if you possessed a lifespan so long as to be almost infinite... would you share your power with others? Would you designate an heir?"
"I will."
Aiwass didn't hesitate. "Otherwise... that would be too lonely. Humans are social animals. If they are in too high a position, they will feel lonely. If they can really solve all problems, then the subjects should also live happily. If that is the case, doesn't it mean that those in high positions are the dedicated, the hard-working, the lonely, without vacations?"
"In that case, why not add more of your own kind? Even if there's only one person you can trust, it will add a lot of 'human touch'."
"Haha, I knew you'd answer that way. That's why I said you're not suited to the path of authority, Aiwass."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers smiled and said, "I'll tell you the correct answer—for a truly qualified monarch, it's impossible for him to delegate power. Especially when that power itself, once officially in operation, threatens his absolute rule. Not to mention, what Arthur gave wasn't just power itself... he even gave the right of succession."
"...You mean," Aiwass realized what the Lord of Scales and Feathers was talking about, "Ni Tian Si?"
The Ni Tiansi of this generation is called Lan Malok.
He is the apostle of the Silver Crown Dragon and a Knight of Arthur's Round Table.
With the help of the Silver Crown Dragon, Lanmarok inherited the position of Celestial Master, relying on the fragments of Antaeus, the previous generation of Celestial Master, and he transferred the power of his authoritarian path to the transcendent path, thus becoming a Celestial Master of the Transcendent Path.
And now it seems...
"Yes, I did it."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers nodded cheerfully, "Shortly after this cycle began... probably before you met Arthur during the ascension ceremony, I gave him a prophecy.
"I told him—you will be betrayed and die. This is probably why he gave the fragment of the Celestial Master Antaeus, the Anti-Celestial Master, to Lanmarok."
"...The Crown Master intends to use the loyal and righteous Lanmarok to preempt the position, thus preventing the position of 'Nitiansi' from becoming a position for traitors to ascend?"
Aiwass reacted.
So in the previous reincarnations, Lan Malok was always the "Bing Tianshi". But in this reincarnation, he became the Ni Tianshi.
It turns out that the boss was behind the scenes...
"That's right. As long as he openly betrays the Lord of Authority, it can definitely be considered as practicing the principle of betrayal. After all, the Silver Crown Dragon is so large in scale that if he succeeds in the assassination, he can naturally resonate with the Heavenly Master fragment and thus become the Anti-Heaven Master.
"And based on what I've seen in the future... the person who will do this is Morgan."
The Lord of Scales and Feathers said so.
In the dream, Morgan slowly drew the bow.
It was a bright red dragon scale bow, obviously a gift from the Calamity Dragon.
A pink arrow had already pierced the white dragon's right wing. The Silver Crown Dragon, currently engaged in a fierce struggle with the Calamity Dragon, was left with a huge flaw, nearly having half its wing torn off.
——That is the "love" that Morgan has stored over the past few hundred years.
As she drew her bow, a second black-purple arrow shot out and pierced through the left wing of the Silver Crown Dragon.
——That was Morgan’s “hatred” that the Silver Crown Dragon had yet to accept.
Next, comes the third one.
That's an amber arrow—
Five hundred years of waiting.
Five hundred years of stillness.
Five hundred years of turning a blind eye.
Five hundred years of silence.
——It all converges on this arrow.
The Calamity Dragon roared, grabbed Arthur, and pushed him towards the broken iceberg.
At that moment, the earth shook and the mountains trembled - all the volcanoes in the material world erupted at the same time!
Morgan's arrow was also shot out.
The broadcast from the dream world was suddenly cut off and terminated.
A thought popped up in everyone's mind, and they vaguely realized the sadness.
——The Pillar God fell.
And the Disaster Dragon did not share the power with Morgan.
It was even simpler than Aiwas had expected - he didn't need to bring Morgan to the stage first, but could directly devour and fuse the Silver Crown Dragon... and then directly take the position of Pillar God.
Its name is "Red of Disaster".
The new path of the Seventh Source River is called War.
Update Meow!
My daily routine has gradually returned to normal, and my heart feels much better. Now it’s time to go to sleep!
(End of this chapter)
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