"The Church, which takes Faith as its creed, deceives people’s minds, transforms them into dosticated beings, into cattle and sheep that kneel and beg for life, dying in ignorance and pain."
"They see us as soulless walking corpses, tightly controlling us, constantly reinforcing the cages, allowing no one to escape, tolerating no one to question."
"Upon this vast and boundless sea, we can only be the most lowly ants..."
"The root of all this lies in power."
In the Golden Curtain, a massive Magma Sub-dragon, with only half a dragon’s body and a serpent’s lower half, crouched on the high platform.
A part of his chest was missing, seemingly where a Dragon Scale belonged.
At this mont, he clenched his dragon claws, his voice calm yet carrying defiance.
"In this world where bloodlines reign supre, race determines everything."
"Just like the Giant Dragon, born with superior strength, the power engraved in its bloodline ans it doesn’t even need to strive to be incredibly strong."
"And like the Demon, they also possess extraordinary Talent, capable of becoming synonymous with fear and Calamity by absorbing creatures’ souls..."
"Those who serve the Divine Blood of the Divine Island, the Sea Barbarian Race who plunge into the Abyss, the Yudona who call upon Sea Beasts, the Witch Race, the Elf, the Mixed Species..."
"Such mighty races are countless..."
"However... what about humans?"
"Serving the gods we are deceived, touching forbidden knowledge we lose our souls..."
"Trespassing the Divine Island to be unacknowledged, plunging into the Abyss leaving no remains... Calamity, suffering, and despair are always our companions..."
"We curl up in small boats."
"In the sky, we gaze up at the Giant Dragons soaring freely."
"On the sea, the surging tsunamis and monstrous storms make us fearful."
"Beneath the waters, countless despair-inducing Giant Beasts lurk."
The Magma Sub-dragon slowly narrates, sweeping the Dragon’s Eye below.
"If we were born ignorant, then being slaughtered sheep would be nothing out of the ordinary."
"But we are humans possessing wisdom!"
"This is not the fate we were born to endure!"
"The impulse to break free from chains, to shred cages, is long engraved in our marrow!"
"Bloodlines and power can be stolen, but they are not the essence of strength!"
"Our will, burning like a raging fla, is the true source of the fire!"
The Magma Sub-dragon rises, walks over to a large copper pot, and grabs a struggling Three-headed Demon Serpent.
The Demon Serpent struggles violently, its form and appearance changing crazily, sotis a Demon, sotis a Monster, and sotis a Giant Beast.
The Magma Sub-dragon slits its throat with his claw, then throws the body into a large container.
In the dark, the fluorescent blood slowly flows, filling several cups below the container.
He then unhesitatingly slices his palm, letting Dragon blood fall and mix with the Demon Snake Blood.
Finally, he looks toward the crowd before him.
These people are all humans.
Behind him is a group of creatures with varied appearances.
"Drink the Demon Snake Blood, you will possess an Extraordinary Bloodline, losing human appearance, becoming an Extraordinary Creatures."
"There’s also a great chance you will die from it..."
"Will you abandon your soul and be a ek sheep, or cast aside the fear of death and beco an ugly struggler..."
"The choice is yours."
He calmly says.
After listening to him.
The humans below, after a mont of silence, one by one step forward, raise the cups, and drink the Demon Snake Blood.
Buck is among them.
Soon, changes begin.
Many start to cry out in pain, with various traits of Extraordinary Creatures erging on their bodies.
Growing wings, scales appearing on the skin, bodies starting to swell, horns sprouting on the head...
Many can’t endure, falling dead, becoming lifeless masses of flesh.
Those who survive have completely lost human traits.
However, without exception, they all show traces of magma on their bodies.
"From now on, you are mbers of the Lava Legion."
The Magma Sub-dragon slowly opens his mouth, the magma and fire symbol on his forehead glows faintly.
"Burning will... eternal!"
The high voices of the Lava Legion’s mbers echo through the Golden Curtain.
...
Thereafter.
Buck Demon Serpent follows the Lava Legion, fighting everywhere.
Even if their strength is not particularly great, they still firmly oppose so local Church forces, aiding their forr compatriots.
Yet their power is ultimately limited.
Eventually, the leader of the Lava Legion was badly injured, leading everyone to the western side of Yudona, resting in this legendary Sea of Lava, waiting for one day to continue their unfinished goals.
However, none in the Lava Legion expected.
Their downfall was not due to the enemy Church, but rather an unrelated organization - the Secret Organization.
The Lava Legion was annihilated.
The leader Magma Sub-dragon faced the Secret Organization, standing no chance, defeated in struggle.
They had no entanglent with the Secret Organization, and hatred was irrelevant.
But the Secret Organization needed certain Monsters to guard their treasure...
All of this is just as Buck Demon Serpent had said... laughably absurd.
The Secret Organization’s possession of power justified anything they chose to do.
The Golden Curtain slowly vanishes.
At this mont, Rogel recalls the Dragon Scale of the Magma Sub-dragon.
Perhaps that Dragon Scale originally ca from the leader of the Lava Legion.
Rogel lifts his head, gazes at the Source of Knowledge and Wisdom Faith before him.
"I still want to know about the Secret Organization."
But this ti, after a mont, he feels the emotions that It has fed back.
User Comments
0 comments from readers