The Villain's Story Chapter 613: [613] Dragon Tongue



The first language to have existed in the universe, as old as ti itself. The language of the oldest and first beings of the universe, perhaps, Dragon Tongue. A mystical and ancient language, one that was imbued with magic properties that Alan couldn't decipher at all. The root of all magic.

It was changing, despite having been written in black stone, the letters, or rather runes changed all the ti, they were like a liquid, they were like a solid, and sotis even gas. It changed continuously, the runes would sotis join together, or be separate. The language was a sorcery of its own.

It was confusing, very, very confusing, yet I didn't need to worry about translating it. It was the language of the dragons, and I am a dragon. Only we and so individuals who had devoted their entire life to it, or had a high aptitude to magic, could hope to understand this. My hand, driven by a force not my own, moved up and touched the writings.

A source of power filled , I took a deep breath and instantly, I felt refreshed, brimming with power.

"... Dragon tongue, huh."

I continued to stare at it with amazent for a mont, my gift did not need to translate this at all. Despite having never seen it before, I knew what it ant. What every word ant, what it could ever an. All the different anings of his specie's complex language... Its secret laid bare.

"Shape shifter of the divine..."

He read the text, the words that ca out of his mouth weren't English, nor any Earthen language. It was a language that influenced the world around him. It was amazing. Alan never felt so powerful, and this was simply the result of reciting written words.

'Shape shifter of the divine...'

That was rely the first.

"Trickster of the Profane..."

These words, filled him with power and also took sothing from him, perhaps it was mana, or sothing else. He ignored the refreshing feeling, accompanied by sothing else and continued.

"Thou committed a sin, thou broke the pact, consud with sinful wrath, you struck the dragon of Shivalkulan, The daughter of death."

Alan stepped back, not of his own volition, but a force having acted on him. He felt his dragon heart churn out more mana than is body could handle, as if the damn thing was excited.

"A being of primordial might, you were, yet failed to control your sin. A sha among the mightiest. Thou broke the path, and now, war will follow. One second only to the one waged against the void."

It was strange, wasn't it? The writings on the stone weren't this long at all, they were so short. In English, the space they covered was rely about fifty average sized words. But the aning they held was much more vast.

"With your divine and profane children, you struck the daughter of death for reasons unknown, and thus incurred the mighty dragon's wrath. You brought war."

"You betrayed us once, and we forgave your transgression. But not now. Death will co. And indeed it ca. What did you feel when her majesty, death itself, brought down the crucible of the end to your children? Reaping their lives, of their existences, as her chains held her back, she slaughtered your children for your transgression. Forcing upon them a lifeti of endless tornt."

"But what did thou do? How did thou respond? Thou did not apologize, Thou forgot sha once more, Thou forgot guilt once more, Thou beca no different from the void we vanquished. Thou committed the gravest sin once more."

"Thou betrayed, and thus, for your betrayal, your children shall weep, an endless tornt they will be condemned too. Death will erase your bloodline, your legacy, your lineage and will make sure you

regret. Regret her daughter's pain.

"How did thou feel when her majesty ended your existence? Did your forms help you? Did your lies help you? Did they deceive? Or did they seal thy fate?"

"And thus, you died. Death ca, and your primordial might could not stop it. Now, of your children, only the serpent of the World remains, and it shall et the sa fate. Death has now inherited your cursed sin, but it will not stop death from enacting her vengeance."

That was it, the aning behind the words ended right then and there. Wisps of mana left Alan's nostrils and mouths. Alan's heart had gone into overdrive, and produced ungodly amounts of mana in response to its tongue. The entire church was filled with a blue hue.

That single line, held such a vast aning. Once, he didn't know what it could even an completely. Yet...it wasn't it.

The runes changed once more... No. They rewrote themselves, lower than the first line. On the floor beneath Alan. The runes this ti were much more than the first. Alan bent down, fell to his knees, still reeling in from the amount of mana that now populated his vessel. Did he break through a minor rank? His aura had shrunk down, and was now afraid. It retreated to the dantian, and did not move a bit. Even trying to circulate it didn't help. It would just not move.

Alan's glowing eyes t the runes, and he began to recite them as well. The line was much longer, but it did not possess a vast aning.

"The God beasts have been forgiven due to the Fire bird, Shivalkulan recognizes the voyage of the fire bird to redeem the sins of the species. And thus, the Blood of Fire bird is granted safety among Draconian lands."

"The house of Death will not forget the voyage into the unknown taken by the Fire bird."

This ti, it was not just his mana, but his blood also had a strange reaction. His cold body grew hot...and his aura increased. Fighting against his mana, it was finally given the confidence to rage forth, aided by his blood.

"... This one is even more confusing."

Even though the previous passage was confusing as well... He could understand it sowhat due to him having so context...and his own mind to draw conclusions... But this?

He didn't think he would understand the aning behind this at all.

One today, two tomorrow. Also, If the text is in italic, like this, it ans dragon tongue is being spoken. See ya later :D.