Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

A fierce, dark blue flame roared past.

At the same time, Yao, who had been ignored by the evil dragon, took a deep breath, and every cell in his body tensed up at that moment.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He couldn't care less about what would happen to the army after being engulfed in flames; no, Yao was already in too much pain to do so.

"Gu——!"

Yao had never felt death so clearly before.

The blood in his body boiled, and the excessive pressure caused his blood vessels to rupture, and the blood began to leak out.

The elements that make up celestial bodies are formed.

He forcibly seized control of a planet that did not belong to him, relying entirely on his blood ties with Zhu Yue as a support and bridge.

Indeed, this is still too much of a stretch.

The moment Yao gripped the sword hilt, the blood vessels throughout his body underwent a continuous cycle of bursting and healing.

The dress was soaked with blood.

He didn't collapse; instead, he persevered.

"--Ha ha ha ha."

At this point, Yao's lips curled into a smile.

The intense pain caused his reason and moral compass to be overturned, and he felt delighted to have gained control of the demonic sword.

Faced with this body that pushes beyond its limits yet still perseveres.

How could we not praise it?

"Demon Sword - True World!"

Yao was completely surrounded by true ether.

Demon sword, draw your sword!

The magnificent magic sword emitted a pure white light, its mirror-smooth blade seemingly encompassing the entire world.

Sing praises, for this is a miracle of the stars.

It is the solid foundation that built this ancient age of gods, and one of the origins that transcends countless fantasies.

At this moment, it reveals a mysterious and magnificent corner.

"Aaaaaah...!"

The evil dragon was suffocating.

It's like returning to the embrace of the planet, with both body and spirit dissolved by the aurora.

The brain has already given up thinking.

The flames and fangs could no longer vent their anger; they could only submit to this majesty.

It was a simple and unadorned sword strike.

It was a sword strike that used every ounce of his strength.

Yao gripped the sword with both hands, raised it high above his head, and swung it down, splitting the evil dragon in two from its head to its torso.

The brain and heart were severed at the same time.

This has eliminated any possibility of recovery.

The eerie blue flames that had been eroding the earth gradually dissipated, and the temperature returned to normal.

It disappeared along with the flames.

And the life of the evil dragon.

"Hoo...Pfft...!"

Yao spat out a mouthful of blood.

The demonic sword melted away like snowflakes.

If Yao weren't also one of the Primordial Ones, he probably wouldn't have enough lives even if he had several.

Now, Yao is nothing more than having ruptured blood vessels throughout his body.

The True World of the Demon Sword is a power that even gods cannot control; it's already good enough that they haven't demanded his life as the price.

The most terrifying thing is that this is just a shadow of the true world of the Demon Sword.

This isn't even the full power of the Demon Sword True World.

If one day the planet can be returned to the real world, then this demonic sword will surely be able to unleash its full power.

"But... thankfully we killed it..."

Yao revealed a smile that looked even more like a grimace.

There was no way around it, it just hurt so much.

Ninety percent of the blood vessels shattered in an instant, and less than half of them have been healed and repaired so far.

"Phew...all that's left is to receive the award, but before that..."

Yaoqiang endured the pain and stood up from the ground.

He hadn't noticed anything because he was fighting the evil dragon, but he couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, humans would create opportunities for him.

This was something Yao had never expected.

Although this might just be a coincidence, Yao couldn't treat it as one.

"...Krimshild."

Among those countless burned corpses.

Yao found her on the verge of death.

Humans do not possess the near-immortality of the True Ancestors, nor do they have the ability to resist dragon breath.

The moment humans come into contact with the dragon's breath, there is only one possible fate: to be burned to ashes.

The reason there were survivors was thanks to the large number of soldiers; the evil dragon's flames could not reach every place.

Just as the evil dragon Fafnir had thought.

How can such a fragile species be the planet's primate?

This is probably the thought that comes to mind for every fantasy creature when they see a human.

If there were no luck or miracles.

They have no choice but to die.

"Sigh, consider it something I owe you..."

Yao couldn't help but sigh.

The soldiers and Krimhild created an opportunity for Yao, allowing him to kill the evil dragon with a single sword strike.

Although Yao doesn't care about the life and death of humans.

But, it's different now.

Without a doubt, these people have done Yao a great favor.

He couldn't just pretend nothing had happened and happily enjoy the fruits of victory.

—To repay kindness is the right way.

Even if they only attacked the evil dragon to save the country, their actions ultimately helped Yao.

"I cannot save those who have already passed away."

All I can do is what I can, using my blood to give you a new life.

Yao bit his wrist and flung out blood.

The blood that dripped onto the ground instantly spread out, forming a pool of blood large enough to cover the entire battlefield.

Burnt corpses and dying soldiers.

They sank into the pool of blood as if they were sinking into a swamp.

This is both a curse and a blessing.

What monsters see as a blessing of salvation is, in some ways, nothing more than a curse for humans.

However, this was not what Yao cared about.

Yao believes that such behavior is about saving lives, and whether others can accept it is another matter.

Only one person was not sent to the blood pool.

That person was—Krimshild.

Chapter 42 Dragon Blood Metamorphosis, Dragon Calamity Ends [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

It was truly a tragic situation.

So much so that it's unbearable to look at.

The skin, as white as soft jade, was completely burned away, leaving only ugly flesh and blood in sight.

The nails, melted by the high temperature, looked as if they would fall off the fingertips at any moment.

It was as if what was in front of me was not human.

It was merely a hybrid life form composed of flesh and bones, showing no trace of its former beauty and charm.

Yao felt a deep sense of guilt.

Even if he had nothing to do with the crime.

Did Krimshild not consider the consequences of making an enemy of the evil dragon?

How could that be? She was so resolute and intelligent.

She undoubtedly chose to fight the dragon even after considering the dire situation.

Even so, as human beings, we are incredibly fragile.

Feeling guilty about it is an insult.

Yao was also very clear about this.

However, he was thinking about the girl's noble will and the beautiful face he remembered.

Those who work hard do not always get rewarded.

Yao felt that this kind of thing was too cruel.

Even if the world itself is governed by this coldness, Yao does not want to conform to this ruthless law.

Since no one can save us.

Let him make amends himself.

This is not only a reward for Krimshild's assistance, but also a recognition of her abilities.

Arrogance is too apt to describe smugness.

This trait is also an important component of human nature.

"Well....."

A weak cry was heard.

Krimhild was picked up by Yao.

Yao paid no attention to the bloodstains on her body and led her toward the corpse of the evil dragon.

During the journey, Krimshild instinctively resisted.

But he only moved his fingers.