Chapter 233: Dead Red Dragon (2/2)
“Humans. So puny regardless of eras.” Sakasugi thought even as it watched as everything unfolded.
And soon enough, human soldiers armed to the teeth advanced towards the peak, and immediately found the resurrected creature.
One must mention here that in appearance alone, the draconic might of the half-rotted Sakasugi was still palpable, not to mention that it looked as vile as it looked grotesque. As it stood on the slope at the mountain’s peak where the landslide just occurred, it absolutely looked the part of an evil Superboss.
Naturally, the human soldiers—sacred corps of the Temple of Glory had attacked Sakasugi first, and were wiped out just as naturally. One certainly shouldn’t be fooled by the zombie dragon’s pathetic appearance, because Sakasugi was still much more powerful than most other dragons despite how it looked now.
And after slaying those humans, Sakasugi cast one of the few spells available to it after its zombification, raising their relatively complete corpses as undead creatures. Then, from the conversation with them that started with ‘My Lord, the times hath changed’, the red dragon received some information about the current era.
It appeared that there had been another divine war after its death, with an empty gap wedged into the civilizations of almost all sentient races as a new era dawned.
And from then onwards, no gods ever came to the Prime Material Plane—there was even a different God of Death now.
What was more, the ability of those accursed gods to bless humans had weakened as well, a piece of news that was undoubtedly a surprise delight for Sakasugi.
“I see… with the gods unable to descend here, I am one of the most powerful creatures in this world. Is this why I was revived—to use my power?” Sakasugi couldn’t hold back a ferocious grin before rearing its head towards the skies and roared. Everything from rotting chunks of flesh and pus was rolling off it even as it moved but it couldn’t sense anything at all… aside from the immeasurably joy in its heart.
‘Hahaha! You fellows who call the shots up in your might perches! How wonderful that every last one of you ended up like me—nothing more than dust in the pages of history!’
“I don’t know who revived me or their purpose in doing so, but I’m not going to be someone else’s puppet!” Sakasugi the Red declared. “I shall reclaim my domain from this day forth!”
But before it could completely oversee its present domain, another bunch of humans had come to die.
That being said, they were not like those human soldiers before who called themselves believers of the God of War—the sacred crops at least had a uniform set of metal armor and appeared to be armed in every way possible. Each of them appeared to have awakened their combat auras as well, and would have made a fine squadron even in the previous eras.
And yet, the second batch of humans was wearing a variety of equipment, with most of them adorning incomplete sets of armor. For example, one of them was wearing a thick steel plate over his chest and spittoon-shaped helms over his head, and yet he was wearing a kilt for his lower half that exposed his hairy legs, a stinging sight to the eyes—even though Sakasugi didn’t have any eyes.
Others were actually wearing headgear that resembled a fish’s head that looked absolutely laughable, and Sakasugi had the feeling that this bunch might have come to kill it by making it laugh to death.
“You have insulted me—the great red dragon, Sakasugi!” It bellowed, even as it slapped several humans to death which prompted them to cry out (Marni’s dead again!). “Is that all you’ve got!? Come then, have at me!”
But as soon as it finished bellowing, it noticed more of those ragtag bunch of misfits swarming towards itself from beneath the mountain, surrounding it like an army of ants.
Being surrounded by over a hundred humans wasn’t a problem for Sakasugi, but what really troubled him is the look in their eyes even as they leered at his gruesome body.
Those were leering of unmatched greed, as if they had found treasure.