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

These beasts might swarm in at any moment; their intelligence is not much lower than that of humans.

Devouring the evil dragon strengthened Yao's body, allowing him to wield the demonic sword more freely.

At this moment, he can do more than one sword strike.

There was a second and a third sword strike.

It is estimated that the second sword strike will require all of one's strength, while the third sword strike will bring Yao to the brink of death.

Of course, it is very difficult for the True Ancestor to die.

Once Yao swings his sword a second time, his blood will burn out, and it will take him quite a while to revive in that state.

It will take at least a whole day before you can move around freely.

At that time, he will be nothing more than fish to be slaughtered.

"...Yao!"

Brunhilde felt a sudden tightness in her chest for no apparent reason.

She instinctively wanted to step forward.

Looking at the pained expression on Yao's face, one can imagine the immense burden this miraculous sword strike must have placed on him.

However, seeing Yao's resolute eyes...

Brunhilde stopped.

The man was still focused on reaching the bottom of the volcano; her duty was to stop these mythical beasts.

Yao is not a weak man who needs her protection.

Brunhilde knew this.

At this moment, what Yao needs is not a woman's care, but the Valkyrie's help.

"Here, leave it to me."

Brunhilde said briefly.

Immediately, the primordial runes used for protection were unleashed, transforming into a barrier that separated the divine beast from the passage.

Therefore, only Yao Neng can enter the underground.

Her duty was to guard the gate.

Seeing Brunhilde's attitude, Yao hesitated for only a few seconds.

Then, he charged underground with the demon sword in his hand.

The second sword strike might not be able to kill many divine beasts, and these divine beasts are not idiots waiting to die.

The reason why the first sword strike was so effective.

The biggest reason is that Yao exploited an information gap, making it difficult for them to stumble in the same place.

To be honest, even Yao himself wasn't confident in eliminating these mythical beasts.

Look at Brunhilde's calm demeanor.

Yao immediately thought of Zhu Yue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time; she used to be in the same state.

—For the sake of glory, we will vanquish all enemies.

However, I always felt that there was a fundamental difference between the two, which Yao couldn't explain in a short time.

"What am I worried about... Brunhilde probably agreed because she had her own chances of winning."

Yao banished the jumbled thoughts from his mind.

Even before reaching the crater.

He had told Brunhilde not to fight battles she couldn't win, and not to be reckless.

Only by keeping the above two points in mind.

Only then do they have the right to survive in this cruel world.

“The Great Ancestor Long Tifeng is down there. I need to finish this as soon as possible so that she can have some peace of mind.”

Yao disarmed the demon sword.

Immediately afterwards, they accelerated their journey underground.

The journey is not long.

Before long, Yao arrived at the bottom of the volcano and saw the tomb where the Great Ancestor Dragon was suppressed and imprisoned.

—The boiling, churning water is a dark, turbid current.

The crimson swamp filled the entire underground cavern, where the primordial life broth known as the Chaos Tide existed.

It was prepared by the Greek mechanics to give birth to life, and it shares the same properties as the black mud sprinkled by Tiamat, the mother of creation—it is a substance specifically designed to alter the planet's environment and create new life.

Any living organism that steps into it will be swallowed up by the black mud, which will transform its cells and assimilate it in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Yao is one of the original ones (UO).

It has resistance to this black mud.

The mere primordial soup of life cannot alter one of the original principles.

077 “Tsk...”

Yao stepped into the tide of chaos.

A sense of unease and disgust rose in my heart, as if I could feel countless worms gnawing at me.

Soon, he saw his destination.

Attention then shifted.

"This is the Great Ancestor Dragon, Typhon..."

Yao gazed at the magnificent scene before him and exclaimed in awe.

Dragons are not very large.

It's on par with Fafnir, about 40 to 50 meters high, and looks like a small hill.

What matters is not the size.

What is truly impossible to ignore are those chaotic, storm-like eyes and those fangs as sharp as mountains.

The three dragon heads lay prostrate on the ground, exuding majesty.

The sealing strips, engraved with divine runes, wrapped around the dragon's entire body, while several iron chains, like thorns, pierced its majestic wings and pinned its powerful steel arms to the ground.

The dragon's jaws were clenched tightly.

Even so, it was spreading pure anger and hatred for the vile gods.

This hatred and anger have not diminished over thousands of years.

As divine power continued to emanate.

"Even in death, the majesty of the primordial dragon remained undiminished. Does it still hate the gods to this day?"

Yao sensed the hatred and anger of the Great Ancestor Dragon.

It is the only monster in the Greek pantheon that inspires fear in all the gods.

Typhon was originally a machine god from outside the universe.

It was born out of the Titanomachy.

It is a phenomenon born to punish the gods, a mechanism that exists to guide evil.

The fusion of the extraterrestrial machine god and the dragon species representing phenomena on Earth ultimately gave birth to the progenitor dragon named Typhon.

—This is the phenomenon of the evil dragon.

It is far more extreme and ominous than Fafner.

The Greek gods gained intelligence and became gods because of humankind.

Typhon was transformed into a dragon by the gods.

It is a demonic dragon that exists to slay gods, and is the ancestor of monsters in many myths and legends.

It is a purebred dragon with extremely high purity.

"In mythology, Typhon, the ancestor of the dragons, once stole the thunderbolts that represented the power of Zeus, the chief god, and also the scythe that could kill the immortal. If it weren't for the intervention of other gods, Greek mythology might have truly come to an end."

Yao's words were filled with admiration.

Faced with this ancestral dragon that nearly accomplished the great feat of slaying a god, all that can be offered is respect.

However, the Great Ancestor Dragon was surrounded by death energy.

There was absolutely no indication that he was still alive.

Looking at the fading tide of the divine era in the outside world, the great dragon Typhon could only rest in eternal rest on Mount Etna.

Mount Etna will also solidify its reputation as the "Graveyard of Dragons".

Just as Yao was convinced that the Great Ancestor Dragon was completely dead, a melody imbued with divine power resounded around them—

"Zeus is but a nobody, and the gods are but a nobody."

They were all despicable people who used despicable means, yet when they came to my tomb, they only mentioned disgusting names.

"Elf, you're really bold!"

Chapter 53 The Anti-Wish Machine, The Girl Who Hates the Gods [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

Her long, blood-red hair swayed gently.

Dark red mud clung to her body like a wedding dress, her alabaster-colored skin glowing with a hint of red, exuding charm.

Like a goddess who has fallen from the heavens into a quagmire.

—Degeneracy, demonic nature, and malevolence.

Words like these immediately came to mind; anyone could tell she was ominous and dangerous.

"You are...Typhon...?"

Yao's past life memories contained no information about Typhon.

There is simply too much information about the Type-Moon universe.

Even in his previous life, Yao couldn't possibly know everything, and Typhon just happened to be the unknown that he didn't know.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

Everything is impermanent; I am merely a phenomenon that should exist as it is, or a natural disaster that should be so violent.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in dwelling on my identity.

The red-haired woman scoffed.

Immediately, the resentment seemed to materialize, and even just their gaze contained an extremely terrifying pressure.

Yao immediately blocked the pressure.

He used the True Ancestor's control over the planet's environment to move freely in this chaotic tide.

However, Yao did not sense any murderous intent from him.

Despite the girl's hatred being the same as Typhon's, she had no intention of killing him, the true progenitor.

This oppressive aura felt more like it was driving people out.

Without much thought, Yao immediately used his computational abilities to analyze the black mud and search the database with the planet's wisdom.

Only a few seconds have passed in the outside world.

Several hours had passed in Yao's mental space.

"I see, I see!"

You are both Tiffany and not Tiffany.

You are the fruit of impermanence that Typhon swallowed. After consuming you, Typhon chose to make you the head of his dragon.