Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 641 Encountering "Choices" (Part 2)
"Is this the prophecy you, as the Chosen One, bestowed upon us?" Adaloni stood with his feet firmly planted, leaning forward, glaring angrily at the Chosen One, but clenching his teeth, making a "crunching" sound that was particularly noticeable due to his anger.

"This is not a prophecy, but something that is about to happen. Every ruler needs to sacrifice some insignificant ants, and gods are no exception." The Chosen One's face began to twitch and contort slightly, a wicked and greedy smile playing on his lips, his body swaying back and forth like a rattlesnake writhing wildly to listen to beautiful music.

“Since I cannot become the dragon youth who leads the Flame Empire to supreme glory, then let everything be destroyed first, and then build a nation belonging to me and the Lord of Night from the ruins. The new federation can be called ‘Darkest Realm,’ or even ‘Dark Lord Kingdom.’” The Chosen One suddenly stopped swaying.

He walked slowly up to Adaloni, pinched his chin as if toying with a pet, and sneered:

"Haha, I've had enough of being driven forward by fate, so I wrote everything the Lord of the Night told me about the universe and the extraordinary supreme principles into my diary. Unfortunately, the humans of the Steam Age are too obsessed with machines and science, and turn a deaf ear to these sacred objects that are well-versed in the supreme principles of the universe."

"Now, when all the punishment began with the Creator, with the Lord of Night, they all died in the mouths of the 'Heartless' and the Lost, turning into a pile of broken pieces of flesh. It is truly tragic, yet also gratifying."

"What's so sad, what's so joyful?" Darke glared angrily at the decision-maker and questioned him.

However, compared to Adaoni, his emotions were much more stable. The Chosen One kept trying to provoke the stupid dragon, hoping to anger him. In this way, the dense "sorrow" here would erode Adaoni's body, gradually wear down and devour his consciousness, and eventually turn him into a powerful puppet.

Although Dark could see the Chosen One's purpose, the dark and water-based powers within him made his emotions as stable as water. However, he could not directly admonish Adaloni, who was on the verge of anger. He could only stall for time by talking about other topics, giving Adaloni's mind a buffer and preventing his anger from accumulating further.

"It's pathetic, of course, pathetic that humanity has never been able to comprehend the great wisdom of the Creator and the supreme principles bestowed upon humanity by the Lord of Night. Even though the Zhrine Empire cultivated a large number of apostles of the Lord of Night, it still ultimately fell into ruin." Clearly, the smug chooser was gradually falling into Dark's linguistic trap, beginning to steer the conversation away from "provoking Adaloni's anger" and shifting the topic elsewhere:
"The gods will naturally rejoice that they will eventually share their wisdom with the 'wise beings.' Humanity, as the rulers of this cycle, possesses 'wisdom,' but it is not enough. The Lord of the Night is orchestrating the 'Heartless Virus' to force humanity to evolve voluntarily."

"The goal is to eliminate the inferior and usher in a collective leap in 'divinity.' At that time, the gods will no longer need to go through specific leap channels to travel from the divine realms scattered throughout the universe to the continents and planets bound by gravity. Humans will no longer need to eat, excrete, breathe, or drink to be able to soar through the universe alone and visit various temples to worship the gods."

"That's just wishful thinking on your part. Without humans, there's no power for the gods to exist. Without the reverence of true humans, the gods will soon perish." Adarone awoke from his brief, bewildered rage. He forcefully pressed down on his agitated right paw, raised his head, and looked at the Chooser with his now-mutated vertical pupils, retorting:
"Before the Creator fell into slumber, perhaps He created only this one group of humans, all of whom possess the same supreme spirituality as the Creator. Even though when I return to the world, I can only live in human form for the time being, I can still feel the 'intelligent spirituality' existing within this body."

"You have destroyed the old, spiritual humans and replaced them with the lost who act on instinct and are in constant torment. Then, the 'spirituality' and 'divinity' of the world will soon disappear, the world will soon wither, and the entire planet will become a sea of ​​lava, entering the next cycle. Don't forget, it is precisely because of the 'spirituality' of humans that Cthulhu and Deepse in the deep sea have been suppressed."

"So what? Without destruction there is no rebirth, and without rebirth, I cannot succeed the Lord of the Night as the new supreme god." The Chosen One's face once again revealed a greedy expression. This time, he didn't even pretend anymore and actually jumped backward, landing steadily in the center of the multi-layered platform on the high ground.

"Everything can be sacrificed. At worst, we can cooperate with the 'ancient gods' of the deep sea and create a brand new 'dark civilization.' The sunlight is so blinding and annoying. Since I became the destined one at the wrong time, then let me become the wrong one at the right time... no, the wrong god." As the Chosen One spoke, a ghostly blue flame, completely out of character, ignited on his body. It was like a strange ointment, melting with the heat and gradually covering his flaming clothes, forming clumps of nauseating, writhing substance.

The person making the choice, however, remained completely oblivious, continuing to reveal his inner thoughts without any restraint, saying:

“Adaloni, no, Longyuan, obey me, and I will relinquish the soon-to-be-acquired position of the dragon chieftain, allowing you to succeed that dying dragon and become the new god. You only need to become my mount, serve me, and satisfy me.”

"Don't even think about it!" Adaloni roared as he stepped forward, raising his mutated right claw and slashing at the Chooser's chubby face, which had been nourished by divine power.

wipe!
Three bloody streaks emerged abruptly from the white background, oozing thick blood.

Strangely, the blood did not flow down his face and onto the ground. Instead, it seemed to come alive and throbbed at the wound, scrambling to escape the supreme body of the god like cockroaches exposed to the sun.

Soon, driven by "Sorrow," the blood actually grew hands and feet, like tiny elves, and began to crawl and flee on the faces of the choosers, leaving behind bloody footprints, but ultimately "losing their lives" in the palm of the god.

Snapped!
clap clap!

After slapping himself hard across the face several times, the blood finally returned to normal, flowing down the chooser's cheeks to his neck, and then dripping to the ground, until platelets accumulated and the wound gradually healed.

“Adaroni, since you’re so ungrateful, there’s no point in trying to reason with you. Let me tell you, the Lord of the Night has already modified my body. Although I’m no longer human, I possess half dragon blood, plus the other half divinity. I can easily tear you and that brat with dark power apart and crush them, using them as nourishment for my return to this world.” As the Chosen One spoke, he plunged two fingers into his eye sockets.

Click!

With a sound of metal snapping and flesh tearing, the Decision Maker ripped out its eyeballs and tossed them aside.

Then, magical energy began to gather at his fingertips, and a spider lily grew from the missing hole. As it grew, bloomed, and finally withered, a dragon's vertical pupil, similar to that of Adaloni, filled the missing part.

"I am also a dragon, and I possess the power of the dragon race. Whether in the past, present, or future, I am the supreme dragon!" the Chosen One roared in a somewhat childish, ethereal tremor. Immediately afterward, a pair of tattered dragon wings, about five meters long, sprouted from his back. They were black and red, but looked like worn-out rags, dripping with golden liquid.

His arms and legs began to be covered with a layer of dark, fine scales. His originally dignified and handsome fire robes were torn apart by his expanding muscles. Because he lost the protection of the gods, they were completely burned under the torment of the fire magic source power. After swirling a few times in mid-air, they turned into ashes.

The Chosen One's body swelled to more than twice its original size, its muscles becoming unusually strong, but appearing exaggerated and terrifying. A black dragon eye grew from each of its shoulders and thighs, and two flesh-colored dragon tails grew out of its chest in a strange manner. They were pitifully small, yet they were swinging powerfully, striking the newly grown, uneven, and sturdy scales, producing a metallic clanging sound.

That face, which was originally cute, mysterious, and slightly majestic, belonging to a god, looked particularly comical because of its two eyes of different sizes, and was ruined by the "selective" growth of scales.

From Dac's perspective, it looks exactly like a piece made by a Putoa abstract painter when he was drunk and spilled paint, just to get the job done.

"I am... a dragon, that's right, I am a dragon. 'Hateful Skin' has granted me immense power, and 'Return of the Dragon' has given me the opportunity to wield the power of the dragon race." The Chosen One stretched out his arm, showing off his newfound power to Adaloni and Dark.

In Adaoni's eyes, the Chosen One at this moment was nothing more than an incomplete, flawed human-dragon hybrid, corrupted by "ancient" and dark forces, with not only a bizarre physical body but also a mind that had begun to go mad.

After all, because the muscles in his upper and lower limbs expanded at different rates, although the Chosen One's body had grown to 2.8 meters, he was unable to straighten his spine. The rotten, dragon-scale-covered muscles piled up in his chest forced him to bend over.

Even the canines that grew wildly in his mouth pierced his lips, preventing him from speaking any further.

In short, it was a failed collaboration, and even more so, a failed… “work of art”.

Seeing that Adaloni neither praised his new body nor knelt down and submitted to his power, the Chosen One suddenly raised his head and let out a sharp dragon roar towards the sky.

Immediately afterwards, his body emitted a brief "intimidation" characteristic of the dragon race, rendering Dark and Adaloni unable to move an inch due to physical fear.

Soon, the Chooser's eyes turned from chaos to rage, and it charged toward the two with its heavy body, causing the solid ground to tremble.

boom!
The Chosen One bulged the well-developed muscles on his right arm, which were covered with dragon scales, and with the strength of his waist and abdomen, he turned half his body and used the force of his body to punch Adaloni's abdomen, which was already covered with a large number of red scales.

Fortunately, at the last moment, because the "Khitan Lis Ring" continuously absorbed the surrounding "sorrow" and the divine power that escaped from the Chosen One, the dragon bloodline in Adaroni's body recovered to about 20%, thus transforming his human body.

This allowed his body to break free from the dragon's "intimidation" at the last moment. Just a second before the Chooser's fist landed, he spun around at lightning speed, causing the fist to slightly "deviate," only knocking him away and causing his back to hit a stone pillar.

The remaining force of the Chooser's fist struck the mechanical coffin of the Upper Spirit Emperor squarely, leaving a hole the size of a head and a lot of splattered blood.

As the coffin of Emperor Shangling was destroyed, half of the fixed searchlights on the ceiling went out, and the entire underground palace shook violently for a moment, but then eerily fell completely silent.

As the smoke cleared and the flames died down, the Chosen One, regaining his senses, took a few steps back. Only then did the three present realize that the mechanical coffin was completely empty. The Khitan Emperor who had released the dragons had not only left no remains, but not even his so-called skin.

His remains, along with his magnificent attire and the treasures buried with him, had long since turned into a pool of black powder, writhing wildly under the influence of demonic power, under the corrosive influence of "sorrow" and ancient forces.

“In the dark and deep ancient cosmos, nothing remains but nothingness, nothing exists. ‘Solidity’ is merely a clown, ‘eternity’ brings lamentations, and ‘death’ has lost its meaning.” Dark, who was watching from the sidelines, recited terrifying “verses,” but when he saw the broken mechanical coffin, he suddenly looked up, met the vertical pupil of the Chooser’s eye for a second, and then put on a look of sudden realization.

“I understand, I remember now,” Dark exclaimed.

"You...you remembered something, kid! Who told you that sentence?" The Decision Maker looked down at Dark, who had "suddenly realized" something, with slight surprise and confusion.

"These are the words you told me, though of course, the you of this timeline didn't say them. 'Zero' once showed me the ends of two cycles of reincarnation through the 'Crest of Reincarnation'... They weren't in the 'Crimson Illusion Ruins,' but within this underground palace." Dark slowly walked to the Chosen One, boldly reaching out to touch the arm that was still slowly writhing and slightly swelling, stroking its scales, and said:
“I misunderstood. The red hair and the halberd are not the Lord of Eternal Crimson, nor are the dark eyes the [Orderer] himself. They are all your incarnations from the previous cycle. This prophecy left by Depser was also told to me by you in another time and space.”

"The dream that the 'Crest of Reincarnation' leads me into makes me forget many important things, but as long as the time points begin to overlap, I will pick up my memories again. MB-112: 'Hateful Skin'; MB-167: 'Dragon's Return', are both ordinal monsters taken in by that banned organization within the territory of Khitanris."