Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1301 Mimir and Atlas
This is the first time that the Crimson Calamity has fully unleashed its power.

When the Crimson Calamity was severely injured by the tentacles of the Abyss Heaven, it was already thoroughly enraged.

Therefore, upon seeing the Silver Crowned Dragon again, the Crimson Calamity no longer chose to bite and fight like a beast.

That savage struggle was, in essence, a kind of brotherhood between Arthur and the Silver Crowned Dragon. After all, they were once the same person, and neither wanted to truly exert all their strength to desperately kill another version of themselves.

The battle, which took the form of dragons, was like two human sharpshooters choosing wrestling and two generals choosing boxing.

They were all brothers from before, and they were all people who cared about their reputation.

Now that they've turned on each other and started fighting, they can't just start a real fight, can they?
Putting aside whether this was undignified... they knew each other well and were both aware that the other was no weaker than themselves. If they were truly going to kill each other at all costs, it would inevitably result in mutual destruction.

Ultimately, victory depends not so much on strength, but on perseverance and luck. There's even a high probability of mutual destruction... because their power is equal. The Silver-Crowned Dragon, having attained the position of Pillar God, only managed to suppress the Crimson Calamity... The Pillar God of the Seventh River is ultimately a Pillar God who cannot afford to fail.

That is why they tacitly chose this most barbaric and primitive form of struggle—a contest that does not use divine power, authority, or apostles. It's like a legendary tale of two armies choosing to duel, far better than a bloody, endless meat grinder.

But after being badly beaten by Yuan Tiansi this time, the Crimson Calamity lost its composure.

A voice inside him told him that he had already been severely injured and was now at a disadvantage.

This means that... if he wants to win, there's no room for him to hold back.

Even ignoring the newly promoted Celestial Knight who was weakened after being pulled into the material world, and even if the Silver Crown Dragon was just wrestling and fighting with him as before... he might not be able to win now.

What should we do?

The Crimson Calamity has now become a Pillar God, the true Pillar God of this world! The controller of all rules, the truly supreme being!

Freedom! Power! Unrestrained! Wishes come true!
How beautiful.

To do whatever one wants—isn't that the same determination one had when first challenging the highest heavens?

Rather, it would be more accurate to say that it was precisely through his own transcendental principles that he obtained the secret of the connection from the Celestial Bureau. This allowed him to reincarnate into the material world and seek higher possibilities…

That's me!

It was my suggestion!

The red dragon, frozen in the mountains, cried out countless times.

The Silver-Crowned Dragon has no power to surpass others, how could he possibly defeat the Supreme Heaven! That is the Supreme Heaven, the embodiment of power, the strongest among the pillar gods in this world who can move freely! Isn't it precisely because of his own desire to surpass others that he was able to achieve this miracle of the weak defeating the strong?
But after Bai Long achieved his goal, he chose to betray him.

Yes... betrayal.

They didn't say that before.

They are inherently one, just as war and authority are two sides of the same coin—if a monarch who is loyal to the people does not have military power, then the noble and pure crown is already extremely fragile; if an army hated by the people successfully usurps the throne, then the position is not stable at all.

The red and white dragons separated in the past precisely for their eventual reunion. But when the white dragon seized the position of pillar god, it did not choose to merge with itself—

Isn't this betrayal?!
The calamity red's originally scarlet pupils gradually turned into a hazy, unfocused yellow.

He roared furiously, and the power within him surged.

The red light, which was about to go out, surged again and became even thicker.

With just the spread of its wings, the endless red light tore apart everything around it with its movement—

The snow-capped mountains that had once imprisoned him crumbled like melted chocolate under the destructive force, and the library he had carefully maintained after ascending to the throne was blown to dust by a single cannon shot.

The power swept over the Knights of the Round Table, tearing his former companions to shreds; even when the Knights of the Sky tried to erect a silver-white light shield for the heavily wounded Silver Crowned Dragon, it was shattered by the red light!

"Power, this is it! This is power... power as high as the heavens!"

The Crimson Calamity roared, its words bordering on madness: "You betrayed us first! You found your accomplices first! You struck first with deadly force!"
"—Then don't blame me!"

As the Red Calamity spiraled out of control, the power of "war" gradually began to tilt towards "slaughter" and "destruction".

Countless murderous thoughts simultaneously surfaced in the minds of all the extraordinary individuals on the path of war.

Some people cried out and fainted; others struggled against the contamination from those in power until they bled from all seven orifices; still others screamed and went berserk, launching attacks on those around them without warning.

However, this was not a deviation from the river of "violence," but rather it allowed him to draw enough power from the source river.

...So that's how it is! The secret to the Supreme Heaven's power is revealed!
In that primal rage, the Crimson Calamity, who had seen through the principles of the source river, felt his brain trembling—if he still had a brain.

The purer the violence, the more powerful it is!

He wasn't strong enough before because he had too many concerns!
Even if I am hated by the people, so what? Even if there is no one behind me, so what?

Even if it's an evil dragon or a demon king... so what?
With enough power, and as long as one is in harmony with the source of violence... then one can defeat all heroes.

Those who disobey will be killed! Those who resist will be killed! Those who rebel will be killed!

Those who submit memorials to the emperor will be killed! Those who flatter and fawn will also be killed!

Kill! Kill! Kill them all!

He will fight until no one in the world dares to speak out no matter what he does, until no so-called hero can stand before him, then he will...

"—Then it became the highest heaven."

A cold, divine voice appeared before him.

It was an individual far smaller than the White Dragon and the Red Dragon... even compared to the Celestial Knights. It had long, pure white hair like moonlight, amber eyes that were similar in color to its own, six huge, pure white wings behind it, and a white halo above its head that symbolized the position of the Celestial Knight.

"……oh?"

The Crimson Calamity ceased its indiscriminate destruction in all directions, its gaze turning cruelly to the person before it, its eyes filled with undisguised jealousy: "Aivas... the one loved by the gods... Heh heh heh..."

"How ironic. How ironic! I am the best warrior! I am invincible! I have killed dragons! I have bathed in dragon blood... Do you know how painful that was? I honed my martial arts skills for decades to ascend to the dream world, and then abandoned everything to fall back into the mortal world... I tried my best, but all I ended up was being buried in an iceberg."

"And what about you! You're just a mortal, you haven't done anything great, yet you've obtained the power of the Heavenly Court—so many people are watching you! Savior, savior... what kind of world are you saving! Does the world need you to save it?"
"—What about me? Someone save me!"

“They’re not looking at me. I’m not some savior…”

Aiwass raised his left hand, and the Book of Laws appeared.

He did not describe the suffering he had endured, nor did he describe the sacrifices he had made of his loved ones, his past lives, his power, and his life.

He did not describe his nine lifetimes of confusion and painful struggle, nor did he describe what all he did was ultimately for.

He simply looked at the red dragon, which had been corrupted by nothingness and driven to madness, and said softly, "The flame has been passed to my hands, and countless people have been burned by it. They are the true saviors; I am merely a manifestation of their will."

“Even if I am not the last one to carry the torch, I will pass on my flame to the next generation—I have long been prepared for this.”

"—Abandon existing victories in order to achieve even greater ones."

"And you..."

As Aiwas turned the pages, a dazzling light gathered before his eyes.

Don Quixote appeared, drew his holy sword, and looked fearlessly at the enormous red dragon.

"Roar----!!!"

The Crimson Calamity roared furiously.

His roar gradually lost its meaning, becoming meaningless, as if it had truly transformed into a colossal dragon capable of destroying everything. It opened its massive maw, and foul-smelling saliva flowed from between its sharp teeth.

This time, the Crimson Calamity did not reveal its scales, but instead spat out a thick beam of blackish-red light from its mouth!
However, Aiwass, who stood in front of the Silver Crowned Dragon, neither dodged nor avoided it.

at this time.

"Ugh……"

With a sigh, a deep blue rune wall suddenly appeared before Aiwass.

It looked as thin as a sheet of paper, yet also seemed to possess four phases. A beam of light capable of destroying everything was completely swallowed up before it without a sound, as if it had been banished to a void where it could "never hit its enemy."

The Crimson Calamity paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.

He grew even more enraged, his scales turning a dark, reddish-black color, and roared: "Mimi!!!"

"You too—even you dare to defy me?!"

Beneath that uncontrollable rage lay a hint of fear.

If it were just Aiwas... even if we add the Silver Crowned Dragon who has lost his divine position, and the Celestial Knight, He is confident that He can easily suppress them.

But what if there are other pillar gods involved—

Following the gaze of the Crimson Calamity, there stood an old man with a hunched back, draped in a black cloak and robe.

no doubt.

Those were his former comrades who fought alongside the White Dragon against the Supreme Heaven. Even though it was the White Dragon who did it, they were two sides of the same coin, so the Red Dragon also retained those memories.

Now, He has appeared once more... to fight against the Red Calamity alongside the White Dragon.

This similarity sent a shiver down the spine of the Crimson Calamity.

Is history repeating itself?
"it's me……"

A voice that didn't sound very old rang out from the other side: "But it's not me."

He removed his cloak, straightening his back as he did so.

His long, graying hair was accompanied by a young and handsome face.

Behind him were two wings, one black and one white, which proudly spread open. His right eye, however, remained empty, flashing with azure lightning.

“I am Mimir… but also Atlas.”

Wei Zhe's voice gradually became younger, uttering each word clearly.

His back gradually straightened, and more feathers sprouted from his black and white wings, which were then covered with new golden feathers.

"I said I would wait for you at the end of the world."

He looked at the crimson calamity, and a voice, growing younger and more confident, rang out: "You've come, Arthur."

"I knew you would come."

(End of this chapter)