blogombal Chapter 97 The Red Dragon King Rises from His Coffin
Chapter 97 The Red Dragon King Rises from His Coffin
Chapter 97 The Red Dragon King Rises from His Coffin
What do you think of my work?
Cinderella gracefully sheathed her knife and stepped aside so that David could see the deformed and distorted "work of art".
Three humanoid creatures, their necks and heads joined together, their faces, barely discernible as outlines of mud, were contorted with grotesque expressions.
Yet, the sounds they make are as clear and melodious as birdsong.
Besides that, they can't make any other sounds.
Cinderella took out a needle and gently pricked the voodoo dolls, which immediately emitted even more melodious sounds.
Only the expression on his face became even more distorted.
David paused for a moment, then gave a genuine smile and praised:
"Excellent, absolutely wonderful! To use an ancient saying from this great Eastern country, it's like 'hearing celestial music, instantly brightening the ears!'"
This is a lie.
In reality, he only felt a chill run down his spine.
This kind of art is still too advanced for humankind.
he thought so.
Cinderella looked at his smile, the enthusiasm on her pretty face vanished instantly, and she pouted, saying:
"As expected, another mediocre person who doesn't know how to appreciate beauty. There aren't many people who have the eyes to see beauty, and not everyone has the unique insights into art like the master Mormontes."
She temporarily lost interest in creating, and with a casual sweep of her spear, the deformed creation shattered into several pieces.
"Speak! Who are you? What brings you here?"
David noticed a name she mentioned and shouted it out before the gun was pressed against his forehead:
"I know Mormontes, he's a friend of mine, and I have something important to tell him!"
The spear froze, less than a centimeter from his forehead.
"You know the master?" Cinderella raised her long eyebrows.
She put down her spear and walked toward the prison door.
"Come with me. I hope you're telling the truth, or you'll be my next fodder for criticism."
David, enduring the pain, stood up, took the boy's hand, and followed the girl into the prison.
The Red Dragon Queen has been resurrected after the blood plague within her was removed by Mordi.
The moment she recovered, the entire city of Avalon called out one name.
Artorina Pendragon.
A feeling of blood connection arose and lingered in their hearts.
Mordred Pendragon, a name also adopted by Avalon, symbolizes the kingdom's crown prince and the next Red Dragon King.
Why this name? Am I going to end up fighting her in the future?
Modi's eyes were slightly complicated. He hadn't expected to be transformed into a descendant of an ancient god, and even be recognized by the ancient god himself.
Artoria rose from the coffin, holding the tainted Holy Grail in one hand and removing her helmet with the other, revealing her somewhat heroic face.
The Red Dragon Queen has returned to her kingdom.
The shadow of the blood plague that had shrouded Avalon has completely dissipated.
In the palace, the three judges all breathed a sigh of relief.
The power they held was restless, intending to return to its master, and they chose to let it run rampant.
"After protecting Camelot for so long, I can finally rest."
Their former duties have faded away.
Perhaps they will remain in the palace to handle some trivial matters, or perhaps they will choose to retire directly.
The power flowed from them and returned to Artoria.
"You've worked hard," she said softly, then looked at Modi.
"Mordred, you have restored me; take your power."
With a wave of her hand, Artoria bestowed upon him the authority she had just reclaimed.
Modi raised an eyebrow, but did not refuse, and directly took over the power.
He never expected that he would gain power from the Red Dragon King without using any rhetoric.
The three powers of judgment, surveillance, and punishment have been forcibly merged into one by the Red Dragon King.
Because of his identity as Mordred, the authority did not resist after it was integrated into his body and was quickly taken complete control of him.
He thought that this was all the authority he had, but to his surprise, Artoria continued to speak.
"Mordred, you have purged the wicked; keep the Holy Grail safe."
After saying that, she threw the tainted Holy Grail to him from afar.
Then he added:
"Mordred, you have served as regent well, and are now in charge of the administration."
Just as Modi was about to reach out to take it, he heard the second half of it, felt a chill run down his spine, and took a few steps back.
He waved his hand, indicating:
"There's really no need for that, Your Majesty. You should take it back."
Artoria raised her eyebrows, stepped out of the blood coffin, and walked up to him.
She wanted to display her royal majesty, but because of her shrunken height, even in full armor, she could only look up at Mordi.
"Mordred, as my son and the future King of Avalon, how can you be unfamiliar with politics?"
She softened her tone and tried to persuade him in the manner of an elder.
But her height really ruins her image.
"You're not just trying to slack off, are you?"
Mo Di's words exposed her purpose, causing her to blush.
Then he said some nonsensical things like "forging the prince's abilities" and "the king and the blood plague are tired".
It's obvious they want to hand over the government affairs to him to handle.
Seeing the situation was turning bad, Modi was about to find an excuse to leave when he suddenly received a message from Arken through the soul contract. A thought flashed through his mind, and he said:
"I've been away for too long, and my demons have become restless again. If I don't go and appease them soon, they might rebel."
Before he could finish speaking, he dodged Altorina's pull, grabbed the Holy Grail, and quickly slipped out of the palace, heading straight for the castle.
Artorina watched his retreating figure, puffed out her cheeks, and then let them fall back down after a short while.
Perhaps it's because of the blood ties we share, perhaps it's because of the life-saving grace, or perhaps it's because of the overflowing maternal love brought about by her current female image.
In short, she simply couldn't bring herself to force him.
Perhaps if her other part—the male form of the Red Dragon King—were replaced, she would be more decisive and direct.
However, that portion had already been worn down by the blood plague and was difficult to regenerate.
And she doesn't want to go back to her old self.
"Before the recovery, I was handling government affairs; after the recovery, I'm still handling government affairs. Doesn't that mean my recovery was for nothing?"
She complained as she picked up the unfinished official business.
Military base.
The demons that fell during the war have been resurrected in the River Styx, and they are staying obediently in the camp, showing none of the restlessness that Mordy had described.
Modi entered the camp, nodded in response to the soldiers' salutes, and headed straight for his tent.
Arken and his apprentice, along with her guests, had been waiting inside for quite some time.
"David?" Mordy lifted the curtain and saw two familiar yet unexpected faces.
David's wounds had healed after being healed by magic, but he hadn't had time to change his clothes yet, and he looked like he had been through a lot.
The boy next to him was in a similar state; his already dull eyes now appeared even more vacant.
"Didn't you go back to headquarters? What happened to you?"
David forced a bitter smile and said:
"Something very serious has happened outside; it might be a bit complicated."
"Then take your time, it's safe here."
Modi sat down next to him, adopting a patient listening posture, and handed him a glass of water.
He drank some water to moisten his throat before continuing:
"The radiation from the Radiation Hell leaked, and although the gates of hell were eventually closed, it caused heavy losses to both the Red Bear and the Alliance."
The Secretary General was forced to resign, Councillor Elizabeth disappeared, and the alliance was embroiled in internal strife, with representatives of major powers vying for dominance.
"That sounds pretty serious."
Modi touched his chin, the smooth texture making him feel a little uncomfortable.
Since he gained control of flesh and blood, his body has been constantly adjusting itself.
The stubble was long gone after I trimmed it.
He then asked, "But what do these things have to do with how you ended up like this?"
"It's related. The Amelikan Federation is taking advantage of the Red Bear's weakness to reclaim the alliance's power."
At the same time, they also took the opportunity to carry out supernatural-related experiments, and the experimental project... was the Magic Tower dimension.
The final result was that the Demon Tower dimension connected with the material world, and the Lord of the Demon Tower descended into reality.
The Lord of the Demon Tower, isn't that his old nemesis?
Modi still remembers that when he first entered this world, the first enemies he dealt with were the followers of the Demon Tower.
He had assumed that the federal government and the Global Anomalous Alliance would handle the matter properly after the massacre of those believers.
But now it seems that's not the case.
The Global Anomaly Alliance has suffered heavy losses and is unable to handle the situation.
The federal government, much like in the Amelia Kappa movie, recklessly researches things it shouldn't be researching.
This ultimately led to bitter consequences, resulting in the descent of the Lord of the Demon Tower.
"How's it going outside now?"
He pressed for answers, while also pondering whether he should intervene.
"It's terrible." David smiled wryly. "I learned some of the news from the car radio."
"Weston is shrouded in the shadow of the Lord of the Tower of Deception. That black pyramid controls many people, and we were forced here by those fanatics."
The Red Bear suffered a radiation disaster, which in turn fueled the Federation's arrogance. You know, the ideological struggle between nations is fierce right now.
"I understand, I understand." Mordy nodded.
As for the Cold War, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that giant bear probably doesn't have many years left to live.
"The Amelikan Federation is like this: politicians who only know money and power will never understand reverence or art."
Arken, who had been standing nearby, suddenly spoke up, his words filled with disdain for the Amelikan Federation.
For a time, he had experienced Amelikan's hospitality.
Therefore, he had a bad impression of the country.
"For some reason, this child has been targeted by the Lord of the Demon Tower. That evil god has chosen him as a sacrifice, and I'm worried that this will bring you trouble."
David rubbed the boy's head.
"You don't need to worry about the Lord of the Demon Tower hunting you down; it's safe here."
Modi had once sensed the power of the Lord of the Demon Tower, which was equivalent to an immortal being in the process of formation.
This is equivalent to Vilant not obtaining the remains of Toyama.
It is no match for Artorina.
Even though the Red Dragon King has just been resurrected, he is still a true ancient god, an existence at the level of an immortal.
If the leader of the Demon Tower dares to invade Avalon, he will dare to call upon Artoria to come to the rescue.
However, sitting idly by and waiting for death is not his style; he prefers to take the initiative.
For example, you could take along a holy sword or other divine artifacts and go out to pull off a heist.