Super Righteous Player
Chapter 906 - 443: Devouring World Demon

Chapter 906: Chapter 443: Devouring World Demon

It no longer bore much resemblance to a giant dragon.

It was a colossal solid demon with wood for bones, stone for flesh, and earth for blood—

a monster born from devouring the world!

It looked like an extremely obese lizard—because Nicholas II could not fly, this "Dragon Gundam" didn’t even have wings.

Contrastingly, its tail was exceptionally thick.

Yet speaking of lizards... it had eight legs and six arms, and its upper body rose up to stand, continuing upward until it surpassed thirty meters.

It wasn’t that it didn’t wish to grow larger, but if it kept growing, it might get stuck in the ravine.

After all, they were still within Blood Butterfly Valley... This size was maintained for agility. If a centaur could be called a "centaur," then it could perhaps be dubbed a "centipede lizard man."

"—Blood of warriors. The battlefield that knows no retreat. Bones of gold..."

He kept on chanting tirelessly.

He was crafting himself vast, solid weapons and armor.

Annan’s frosty breath finally reached his head at that moment.

His upper body froze and cracked open.

"It’s useless."

He chuckled and easily broke off the earthen "dragon head" with a casual twist.

As he absorbed the earth beneath him, a new dragon head was rapidly reformed.

Seeing this, Annan ceased his attack.

Even dragon breath, a natural weapon, had an energy cost, evidently. It was not like an archer in a game who could shoot endlessly with a quiver of arrows as if they had unlimited ammunition...

Therefore, engage in a war of attrition against Nicholas II, who possessed the technology of the Philosopher’s Stone?

Annan wasn’t that foolhardy.

He spiraled in mid-air, beginning to consider new strategies.

"Think all you want, Annan."

But Nicholas II didn’t care in the least, "You may not have lost, but you can no longer win."

In their brief skirmish just now, Nicholas II had already discerned Annan’s weakness.

Annan resorted to the complex Divine Arts ritual to bombard him.

Because he lacked the sufficiently strong siege capabilities.

And this problem didn’t significantly improve even after Annan turned into the Frost Scaled Dragon—this white-winged Crowned Dragon might be able to kill an army of more than a thousand in an instant, but it was completely incapable of solving a problem like him, who had now morphed into a mobile fortress.

Annan’s dragon breath easily cracked his body apart.

His skin was riddled with fractures, fragile to the point of crumbling and collapsing on its own... but what of it? He could heal wounds of this caliber whenever he pleased.

Everything in this world could be consumed.

The earth. Trees. Bricks and stones.

Or even people.

In the eyes of an alchemist, even the omnipresent air and light were part of the materials.

Everything within reach was wealth.

Yet for those ignorant of Alchemy, this was an obstacle they could never exploit for their entire lives.

Using "Hermes’s Triple Great Dust of Poison" to banish those warriors from other worlds; transforming himself into the body of a dragon to prevent being so fragile a mere touch could kill him; enveloping himself within nature itself to avoid being directly hit by Annan’s attacks.

This was an impeccable tactic.

Annand had no attack against the soul, let alone mastery of the shaping abilities, nor the ability to instantly pierce through the thick earthen armor and directly kill the destructive spell within.

The layers of rock and plant life weren’t thick, just a dozen meters in diameter, and their durability was far inferior to that of city walls... but they efficiently insulated against temperature.

If any part were damaged, it would be segmented and expelled from the body. Then it would immediately absorb new "nourishment" to repair the breach.

"If you have to hate... then hate that you didn’t kill me with one blow from the start,"

Nicholas II, issued a mocking voice.

Even while Nicholas II was enduring the "Silver Flame Assault," he had been considering how he should counter such temperature-based bombardment abilities.

And now, he had completely compensated for this weakness.

He believed that Annan no longer had any means to kill him—as long as he could outlast Annan’s transformation time, he could win without fighting.

So he began trying to distract Annan’s attention, to delay his transformation time.

To forcibly turn into a draconic body with a silver soul could not possibly come without a price.

The sheer level of energy consumption was on a different scale.

Although he felt Annan couldn’t win anymore, it was still safer to drag it out a while longer, let Annan completely lose his ability to resist...

"I asked you before. Do you know who Hermes is?"

Nicholas II said slowly: "Clearly, you do not.

"It’s knowledge only alchemists possess. Those fools of what’s now called the ’Transmutation Faction’... they probably still think Hermes was a person!

"Transmutation Faction—I really don’t want to mention this name. But I have to say, those people are idiots! They gave up the great art of alchemy, gave up the power of Genesis...all for combat?"

The Black Dragon snorted.

This was not an act but genuine contempt.

"Forces that desire to kill and destroy, there are plenty. But the power to create, that is far scarcer.

"They don’t even realize their own identity as creators, so naturally, they won’t understand what Hermes is."

The black dragonling wrapped in a monster of mud, rock, and wood let out a muffled sneer and kept talking: "What is Hermes?

"Hermes is nobody—he’s just an image, a code name.

"Alchemy is the study of creation... but to create the future, one must first understand the past. Compared to the bright future brimming with endless possibilities, the past is dim and insignificant.

"In ancient times, all alchemists would call their inventions ’Creations of the Hermes Faction’ after their deaths. They wouldn’t leave their own names in history because compared to the brilliance of creation itself, they as mere mortals were full of flaws.

"These flaws were enough to make their creations less divine.

"Therefore, Hermes had to be a person without mistakes. A person who would never err, a sacred and unshakeable symbol. It was never, nor could it be, any living person.

"He is the incarnation of the Sage’s Wisdom—"

"—Then why do you call yourself Hermes the Second?"

"I didn’t call myself that, it was decided by those fools who won’t even look at history, chattering away. Hermes the Second, Nicholas the Second... I couldn’t care less about those."

The Black Dragon sneered: "My inventions could naturally bear the name of Hermes, I don’t mind. I have no intention of using them to prove my perfection as a supreme, almighty being...

"I am Hermes, I am also Nicholas.

"I am never any Second! I am simply myself—"

"...That may not necessarily be the case."

A faint voice arose within the dirt monster.

It was the voice of Philip.