159: Chapter 159 The Abyss Lord's Envy, Jealousy, and Hatred

Abyss Land.

At the bottom of a dark and scorching volcanic crater, the heavily injured Inferno Magic Dragon Bahamut was soaking weakly in the boiling lava.

It kept its single eye closed, enduring the intense pain of its broken wings and claws while cursing the living yama driving that tank and eighteen generations of his ancestors a hundred times over in its heart.

Just as it was grumbling and cursing...

Suddenly, in the pitch-black void of the abyss above its head, a blinding blood-red magic circle lit up without warning!

A thick surge of scarlet blood qi, almost condensed into substance, locked directly onto Bahamut below like an inverted waterfall.

"Holy crap!"

Bahamut snapped its single eye open and let out a shocked exclamation.

Immediately after.

That massive amount of violent blood qi, like a flood bursting through a dam, surged frantically into its body through the magic circle!

Broken bones began to restructure, and the bottomless blood hole on its back sprouted granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The depleted mana within its body filled up rapidly, like a volcanic eruption.

At the same time the blood-red magic circle lit up.

The deep sea overlord Leviathan and the Abyss Giant Turtle Zaratan also instantly felt this outrageously massive life energy.

The two behemoths were like sharks smelling blood; they converged on the edge of the crater almost as if teleporting.

They stared wide-eyed, fixedly watching Bahamut greedily absorbing the blood qi.

Their eyes were practically glowing green with envy!

Sour!

So damn sour!

There is nothing more painful than watching a colleague get promoted when you're down on your luck!

Now, these two brothers were experiencing exactly that...

"Wahahaha..."

Feeling the power rapidly returning to its body, Bahamut threw its head back and let out a burst of extremely arrogant, wild laughter.

"Comfortable!"

"So comfortable! Come! Give this King some more!!"

"Wu-roar!!!"

The majestic blood qi continued to pour in steadily.

Lying on the edge of the crater, Leviathan's two long whiskers were almost curling up from jealousy.

It spat sourly into the lava.

"What kind of dog-shit luck did you stupid dragon run into!"

Leviathan's eyes were bloodshot with envy. "How many human blood sacrifices were needed to generate such a massive amount of energy?!"

Bahamut comfortably stretched its new wings, which had just grown halfway back.

It glanced triumphantly at its two colleagues.

"Not many, not many."

Bahamut grinned with its hideous dragon mouth and shook a single claw.

"It's only a blood sacrifice of three hundred thousand humans!"

Three hundred thousand?!

Hearing this number, Leviathan and Zaratan almost fainted on the spot from jealousy.

Bahamut felt the blood qi within its body, mixed with endless despair, and smacked its lips performatively.

"Pui!"

It spat out a puff of black gas, its face full of disdain.

"Although the blood of these humans is a bit stinky and full of disgusting resentment and toxins..."

"Considering the quantity is enough to satisfy me, it's barely enough to recover from this King's injuries!"

Looking at Bahamut's shameless face, acting as if it were doing them a favor after getting such a bargain.

Leviathan and Zaratan rolled their eyes simultaneously, wishing they could rush down and pin it into the magma for a beating.

A moment later, the blood-red magic circle in the sky gradually dimmed.

The blood sacrifice teleportation officially began.

Leviathan looked at the magic dragon preparing to cross the boundary and cursed irritably.

"Stupid dragon, don't get ahead of yourself!"

"This King wishes that when you cross over, you run into that blood-red tank again!"

Hearing about that red nightmare, Bahamut's massive body instinctively shuddered.

But immediately following that, it shouted back in fits of shame and rage.

"Bullshit! You stinking salted fish!"

"I might as well tell you!"

"The ones summoning this King this time are the players from Zone J!"

"This Zone J is a full hundred and eight thousand miles away from that living yama in Zone C!"

Bahamut snorted coldly, raising its chin proudly.

"Since these ants from Zone J have offered such a generous gift, this King naturally must go out and maintain their prestige."

"You two just stay here being sour! Hahaha..."

"This King will be back shortly!"

With that, Bahamut's entire body erupted with terrifying dark-red mana, forcibly tearing open a spatial rift in the abyss.

The massive dragon body leaped in, disappearing from the spot instantly.

Leaving Leviathan and Zaratan behind at the crater, eating lemons in a frenzy.

...

Wasteland World.

Far East Grand Hub, Zone J Base Service Area.

Accompanied by the sky being crudely torn apart like a piece of rag.

An abyssal pressure a hundred times more terrifying than when Yamata no Orochi descended earlier crashed down upon the entire safe zone!

Wild winds howled, and lightning raged frantically within the rift.

Then, the Purgatory Magic Dragon Bahamut's terrifying body, as massive as Mount Tai and blotting out the sun, slowly descended from the rift.

The entire Zone J safe zone was instantly shrouded in darkness.

And just then.

It might have been because that Emperor, in his haste, made a slight error in depicting the location of the blood sacrifice magic circle.

Or it might have been because Bahamut's size was simply too massive.

This Abyss Lord, who had just recovered eighty percent of its strength, crashed down from mid-air.

Its backside landed squarely and heavily right in the middle of the most densely populated refugee camp in the safe zone!

"BOOM—!!!"

The earth trembled, and countless crude buildings were instantly reduced to powder.

Pity those fifty thousand plus Zone J players who had just luckily survived the massive explosion.

They didn't even get a clear look at what the black shadow above their heads was.

Before they were sat upon and turned into fifty thousand piles of meat paste by the supreme god they had so longingly summoned!

With a squelch, they were wiped out cleanly.

"Eh?!"

Bahamut was stunned for a moment, then didn't care at all about the few ants it had crushed underfoot.

It held its hideous dragon head high, two streams of boiling sulfurous smoke puffing from its nostrils.

"Who is it that summons this King?!"

The dragon's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, exploding throughout the ruined Zone J safe zone.

On the debris of the sacrificial altar.

The Emperor crawled out, his face covered in dust and dirt.

When he looked up and saw this terrifying Dragon King, several times larger than the previous serpent and with dark-red lava flowing across its body.

The Emperor fell into a state of extreme fanaticism and madness!

This was the truly strongest lord of the abyss!

This was the supreme god who could bring victory to the Empire!

"Great Dragon King! It is I!"

The Emperor was like a madman, dancing and gesticulating on the high ground, shouting at Bahamut with a strained voice.

"It is I, the Emperor, who sacrificed the souls of three hundred thousand Imperial subjects to summon your descent!"

The Emperor held out his blood-stained hands, opening his arms wide, his eyes filled with thick, indelible malice.

"There is a group of reckless thugs outside who destroyed our home and killed our warriors!"

"Great Dragon King!"

"Please bring down endless karmic fire and burn those lowly swine outside into ashes!"

"Avenge our Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere!"

Listening to the human below screaming hysterically in a frenzy.

Bahamut lowered its head slightly.

That massive single eye stared coldly at this filthy, blood-stained little shorty.

The high-and-mighty arrogance of an Abyss Lord was revealed in its entirety at this moment.

"Emperor?"

Bahamut snorted a puff of scorching white smoke from its nostrils, its eyes filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"A mere ant that only knows how to hide in a dirt pit and bark."

"You actually dare to call yourself Emperor before this King?"