The Villain's Story-Chapter [444] Battlefield of Despair.[2]

As soon as Alan shook it's hand, the darkness disappeared.

My eyes, having been accustomed to the abyssal darkness did not appreciate the light that suddenly dawned upon them.

It was blinding, yet it carried a sense of despair with it that I didn't fully comprehend yet...Only when they recovered and I saw the origin of the light, as well as the surroundings did I truly realize.

Where that 'despairing' feeling came from.

All around, not even an inch of the ground around was safe...from blood. It was an endless sea of corpses and blood. Blood of all kinds, and Corpses of every kind of species here.

From the largest of Dragon ands mythical beasts, to the smallest dwarves and elves...Nothing was spared here. They were also killed in such gruesome ways that I could not even fathom the suffering they endured. Their final moments before they were granted with the gift of death.

"Blurgh..."

I could only vomit at such a scene, everything inside my stomach gushed out of my mouth, as the putrid , fetid smell of such a massacre made it only worse. Even the acid was not spared.

"What the...hell?"

'I' mumbled, trying to recollect myself before I was assaulted with a plethora of skills, from god knows where.

They came from every direction, some even from the ground below.

My vision was filled with all kinds of colors of beautiful but deadly light...and yet nothing happened.

I was unscathed, untouched! None had managed to injure me. Even though the mana I had felt form them was immense...The mana that was powerful enough to reduce my body to dust...

That much power, yet I was unscathed. I should have felt some pain...? Right? I must have!

But no...there was none.

A deafening roar made my ears tremble and disturbed my thoughts. My head turned in the roar's direction, towards the sky.

"...!"

What I saw was something just out of fantasy.

In the darkened skies, filled with the smell of blood and despair, a majestic dragon made entirely of gleaming, polished metal appeared with a graceful, yet formidable presence. Its immense form spanning the surroundings cast a shadow over me and the world below it.

The dragon's body is a lustrous amalgamation of steel, silver, and titanium and all other kinds of metals...Each metallic scale meticulously crafted, reflecting the dark world. It's scales were the only light in this world of blood and corpses.

A symphony of gears and cogs resonate within its mechanical frame, producing a melodious hum that reverberates in my ears...causing me to feel enamored by it's magnificent design. I wondered how it was managing to stay afloat, so I directed my gaze to it's wings.

The dragon's wings extended majestically from its sleek, metallic torso. Although I am not well versed in engineering, even I can tell they are masterpieces, each feather-like appendage adorned with intricate, interlocking gears and pistons, allowing for fluid and precise flight. A plethora of runes filled it's body, each serving their own purpose.

"Woah..."

I was so amazed by it that I had forgotten that it was probably here to kill me...

The thought dawned on me yet again when the dragon roared.

12 portals appeared around the dragon, each possessing a greyish color. A mesmerizing spectacle unfolded as twelve razor-sharp metallic swords appeared from the portals, hovering in a perfect, choreographed formation. They were also filled with ornate markings of runes, and pulsed with an azure energy, which was most likely mana. They encircled the dragon like a celestial halo, as if to declare it an angel of machines...or rather they served the purpose of a crown, meant to declare it a king of metal.

I activated ||GODS EYES|| to more accurately gouge the information of the metallic dragon.

{||GODS EYES|| has been activated}

-----STATUS-----

[Name: Abaddon.]

[Titles: Supreme of Metal, The masterpiece of the Ancient Dwarves, Metal Dragon King. Sword of the Dragon King...etc.]

[Age: ???]

[Strength: Supreme.

Agility: Supreme.

Endurance: Supreme+

Wisdom: Supreme.

Mana: Supreme+

Charm: Supreme(Humanoid), Masterpiece(Dragonic).

Affinities: Metal(Supreme)

Description: The masterpiece forged by the ancient dwarves on their destroyed home planet. Abaddon is thought to have been crafted by the First Dwarven King himself, using the most precious metals and almost all resources of the Home Planet. It is said that he may be the reason why the Dwarves first world was destroyed. He has been programmed to protect the dwarves, but as a Sentient being he can over ride his programming. He is, even now, considered to be one of the treasures of the dwarves, his equal among them being [----]. He is deemed the living machine. And a Masterpiece that can never be forged again.]

That was all I could read before the Dragon in the skies unleashed a wave of mana so great the corpses, blood and everything else vanished. Reduced to dust.

Yet I was still here. The gears and cogs his body consisted of began to turn and shift, and he opened his gigantic, steel maw.

"Aranus...Are you satisfied?"

..?

'What? Who the hell is Aranus?'

I thought, confused. Aren't I supposed to be in Alan's body? Then who the fuck is Aranus?

"So you refuse to answer me?"

The behemoth of steel in the sky bellowed...and his body began to glow a sinister sheen.

"Then Die."

The large swords in the sky began to descend, and with each meter closer to the surface...The air itself started to shift and turn. The 'space' within the world cracked and the ground was not left behind. It began to be reduced to grains of sand.

'Dodge this Alan!'

Instinctively, I knew that would kill me. It was enough to vaporize bodies the sizes of mountains easily! What is Alan gonna do against it?

Besides...It's a Supreme Being...A SUPREME BEING! The king of Metal dragons and an existence equivalent to Agri! Alan can't go against that no matter what! 'Dodge!'

But, I heard something completely unexpected, and the voice was one I did not recognize as well.

"Fucking hell...insect."

Alan said, and soared into the skies.

It didn't even take a second...I couldn't even process what the fuck he did but...

Just like that, Abaddon was dead, sliced into a million different pieces.

It happened in but an instant, But the sound of the metallic pieces of Abaddon...the gears and everything else which his body was composed of dropping on the ground was crisp to my ears.

'...What?'

Because of the sheer absurdity of the situation...I did not realize that Abaddon was truly dead. I was still stuck in my delusion that maybe...just maybe this was an illusion! Could I be blamed however?

An existence equivalent to Agri, one that could end galaxies easily...died just like that?

Is the tower fucking with me? I refused to acknowledge it...but the scene in front of me was reality. A supreme being had been converted into scrap metal in a second...maybe even shorter than that.

Whilst I was still in shock, 'Alan' went down on the ground, and went towards a large, glowing crystal the size of a boulder.

||GOD'S EYES|| has been activated.]

I activated God's eyes in order to know what that crystal was...Maybe it was the Dragon's engine? It was an artificial dragon after all...

[Artificial Dragon Heart.]

Rank: [-]

[Description: An Artificial dragon heart forged by the first king of dwarves. It took him a hundred years to forge a small fraction of it. It surpasses the dragon hearts of young and immature dragon's and even some Elder Dragons, however it's limit is the Supreme Rank. The inventor wished it would evolve into the primordial rank, and join the ranks of the few primordial beings in the universe but it was never able to achieve that. Because of it's artificial nature, Abaddon was shunned in dragon society unless he proved himself. The heart may be artificial...But it's power is not to underestimated. With it's power, Abaddon has made many beings considered hegemons fall.

It is the source of his strength, and the First Ancient Kings masterpiece.]

The waves of power undulating from the heart seemed to distort the space, shifting whatever power governed it. Bending it to it's rules.

Yet, even with that much power...it was nothing against Alan.

[Sin Of Gluttony: Devour has been activated.]

A black mass extended from Alan's hand covered in a strange armor, and enveloped the massive heart. The black mass was alive, and it slowly devoured the dragon heart.

After it was done, Alan retracted it. And just the like that the heart was gone.

"Ha...."

His voice echoed once again in the desolate domain of this ruined world.

And he sighed.

"Sigh...When are you coming?"

Huh? Is he waiting for someone?

I thought...Who is he waiting for? Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long for an answer.

Alan suddenly turned his head, and a spear of light grazed his cheek, drawing blood.

"About time, Ardoris."

An angel(?) descended from the skies, enveloping the world in a healing, divine light.