Chapter 7: Untitled

The sky was tearing apart.

No, I was tearing through the sky as I flew.

The atmosphere screamed just from my massive draconic body grazing against it, and space twisted like a crumpled sheet of paper.

It was a speed unimaginable back when I was human.

Supersonic speed was nothing more than a joke now.

Pain that seemed to shake the very roots of my soul burrowed into me at every moment, accompanied by the sensation of infinite expansion of power beyond that pain.

"Grrrrr... This is exquisite."

A grotesque sound, echoing as if from an abyss, burst forth instead of my original voice.

The sensations I had as a human had faded long ago.

My five senses had dulled, replaced by something else.

The taste and scent radiating from the souls of all living things.

The me of now could only feel two things.

The euphoria of absolute power capable of destroying everything.

And the endless thirst for souls required to maintain that power.

Far in the distance, a massive buffet was spread out before my eyes.

Legions of Angels with pure white wings, Fallen Angels with pitch-black wings, and Devils with hideous forms.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of souls had become a massive vortex, slaughtering one another.

The dregs of emotions flowing from their souls—fear, rage, hatred, despair—assaulted my nose.

They were the finest spices.

And at the center of it all were two colossal existences that overwhelmed everything else.

The Crimson Dragon.

The White Dragon.

"So those are the Heavenly Dragons."

Ddraig and Albion.

They were certainly on a different level.

Comparing them to the miscellaneous souls around them was an insult.

Just the aura they exuded distorted the surrounding space, and even High-Class beings were swept away by the aftershocks, vanishing like dust.

One amplifies power infinitely, and the other divides the opponent's power in half.

I heard they possessed countless abilities other than those, too.

They are truly broken, cheat-like bastards.

But because of that... just how delicious must their souls be?

My mouth watered.

Of course, the current me didn't possess salivary glands, but the feeling was there.

Thirst boiled over.

I hesitated no longer.

One needs no etiquette when heading straight for the banquet hall.

Toward the center of the battlefield, where no one had noticed me yet, I opened my maw.

All the powers rampaging inside me like nuclear fusion—light and darkness, Demonic Power and Light Power—I coalesced them into one.

Energies of opposing natures devoured each other and went berserk, transforming into a mass of chaos that even I couldn't control.

A mass of chaos of indescribable color was compressed in front of my jaws, and soon, it became a single beam of destruction that cleaved the battlefield.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM────!!

The Breath didn't just pass through.

It erased the very laws of the space it touched.

There were no Angels, no Devils, no Fallen Angels.

Everything simply ceased to exist along with the light.

Between the Alliance of the Three Factions and the Two Heavenly Dragons, a massive canyon of void appeared, as if an entire civilization had been deleted.

Only then did all eyes turn to me.

Shock, terror, and pure questioning directed at an incomprehensible existence.

"That... is the bug I was reported about?!"

Lucifer's voice, filled with shock, rang out from afar.

I could taste the irritation and rage flowing from his soul.

"My, my. This far exceeds my expectations, doesn't it? How is that thing even alive? Magic and Light Power coexisting that stably... no, is it actually coexisting unstably?"

Azazel's voice, muttering as if intrigued.

He smelled of intense curiosity.

"Chaos where all powers are mixed... Wait... The power I feel from there is...?"

The God of the Bible's voice was cold and firm, yet laced with a sense of anomaly.

His soul smelled like a finely honed blade—cold, yet filled with questions.

And the two Dragons, the main characters of this battlefield, were also looking at me.

[Foolish creature! To dare interrupt the battle of the Heavenly Dragons! I will burn even your soul to ash!]

The Crimson Dragon, Ddraig, roared.

Rage from his wounded pride was heating his soul even further.

[A dragon I've never seen before... No, it is something merely shaped like a dragon. What is that ominous aura? It matters not. Die.]

The White Dragon, Albion, analyzed me coldly and activated his ability.

[Divide!]

However, the Worthlessness of Belial within me activated, nullifying the reduction.

I could feel a faint taste of confusion from Albion's soul.

Every gaze was pinned on me.

I savored those gazes and growled low, as if satisfied.

"Grrrrr... A fight? Don't misunderstand."

My voice resonated throughout the entire battlefield.

It wasn't just a sound, but a vibration that seemed to imprint itself directly onto their souls.

"This is a one-sided hunt."

I spread my massive wings wide.

As the wings of light and darkness flapped, the surrounding space screamed and twisted once more.

"And all of you are merely the main dish of my banquet."

My thirst reached its peak.

Those two Dragons.

And the leaders of those factions.

If I eat them, just how strong can I become?

My entire body trembled with ecstasy at the mere thought.

I waited no longer.

The target was set.

"I'll eat the tastiest ones first! Two Heavenly Dragons!"

I kicked off the ground, charging across the battlefield toward the Heavenly Dragons.

The greatest flashpoint of the Great War was transforming into a chaotic banquet hall, a new phase never seen before due to my arrival.