Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 752 752- White Dragon

Chapter 752 752- White Dragon

Now, as these grotesque entities, once human children, emerged from the ground, it was a grim revelation.

The answer to one of those haunting questions lay before him, and it was a harrowing sight. The Abomination, the source of unimaginable despair, had now broken free from its prison. It was obvious what happened next, a scene of mayhem and destruction unfolded.

With the emergence of the Abomination and the monstrous legion that it led, it triggered a series of events. Numerous groups and nations rallied together to confront and defeat the newfound threat.

However, the grim reality soon became apparent. Despite their combined might, the assembled forces were no match for the sheer terror unleashed by the Abomination and its grotesque minions.

It was a slaughter, a relentless onslaught that left no room for hope. Multiple nations, each with their proud histories and formidable strength, were reduced to little more than rubble in the wake of the nightmarish legion.

Like a record that played in fast forward, Simon observed everything that transpired in that land. He was like a bystander who couldn't intervene and could only watch as the world crumbled.

No group, no matter how skilled or well-equipped, stood a chance against the overwhelming power of the Abomination and its monstrous horde. It was a relentless march of death and destruction, and it seemed as though the entire region would be turned into a graveyard.

When it appeared that the land was destined to be doomed, the sky darkened all of a sudden. An unusual transformation occurred, thick arctic clouds appeared in the sky as if a storm was brewing.

An enormous shadow loomed above the thick, roiling clouds, casting an eerie pall over the already devastated landscape. The temperature in the surroundings began to plummet, it was so fast that those on the battlefield hardly had any time to register it.

A bone-chilling cold settled over the area, causing the warriors facing the legion to shiver uncontrollably. Then, without warning, the skies opened up, unleashing a snowfall unlike any other.

These were not ordinary snowflakes, delicate and harmless. No, these flakes were enormous, each one the size of a man's hand, and they fell in a blizzard so thick it was almost impossible to see beyond a few feet.

Within moments, the ground was blanketed in a pristine, unbroken layer of snow. It was a transformation of extraordinary speed and magnitude. The land that had once been a lush and vibrant expanse was now submerged beneath a sea of white.

Trees, buildings, and entire landscapes vanished beneath the onslaught of snow, as if nature itself was reclaiming the territory. The transformation was so fast that everyone was left bewildered, including the bystander Simon.

For such a vast expanse of land to get covered in snow in just a matter of seconds, was clearly unnatural, ominous even. Some kind of force had to have intervened.

The clearly sentient Abomination and the warriors facing the legion must have also realised it as they turned to look at the enormous shadow looming above the clouds.

Simon followed their gaze and looked at the sky, at that very instant, his heart stopped beating. The reason—Inside the billowing clouds that now shrouded the heavens, a pair of piercing, luminous eyes had manifested.

They were eyes that held the weight of the world, a gaze so overbearingly oppressive that it seemed capable of crushing the very spirit of those who dared to look upon them. The effect was instant and devastating.

Among the warriors on the battlefield, low-leveled ones crumpled to the ground, blood oozing from their seven orifices, as if their very minds had been shattered. The stronger individuals clutched their heads, their eyes wide with madness, behaving erratically as though their sanity had been robbed.

It was not only the side of the resistance that was affected, the legion led by the Abomination was not spared either. These subjects who were already taken over by insanity, after losing their mind went completely berserk. They no longer followed the command of the Abomination and started tearing each other apart.

A single glance at those eyes and the tide of the battlefield completely changed. There was no way of knowing which side was winning now. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

It begs mentioning that this was not an attack, not in the conventional sense. No magic or skills were cast, and no weapons were wielded. Just the sheer presence of those eyes of the entity hidden within the clouds, was enough to inflict excruciating mental strain upon all who beheld them.

It was as though an unbearable weight had settled upon their souls, driving some to the brink of madness and rendering others helpless in the face of this overwhelming force.

Even Simon who was witnessing the [Historia], felt his heart stop and his soul shudder the very moment he gazed at those enormous eyes. It was as if he was being pressed by an oppressive force and was slowly being crushed.

Thankfully, he did not continue gazing at those eyes and shifted his attention away, causing the oppressive pressure to disappear. Simon sighed a breath of relief, that kind of intense overwhelming feeling left a deep mark on his face.

It was as if he had momentarily glimpsed the true depths of despair. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what he had just witnessed. This was supposed to be a record of a distant history, a mere glimpse into the past. Yet, even though he had only seen an image of that entity recorded in the [Historia], the overwhelming sense of dread it had invoked was unparalleled.

There was no doubt in his mind that the entity looming above the clouds was anything but ordinary.

While Simon sorted his thoughts, trying to suppress the lingering dread from the scene before, the [Historia] continued. Chaos reigned on the battlefield, the relentless pressure emanating from those eyes had sent both sides into a frenzy.

Some warriors had lost their sanity entirely, attacking anything in their path, while others cowered in terror, unable to lift their weapons. Then, as if in response to this pandemonium, the very heavens themselves seemed to stir.

The clouds above rumbled and roiled, a portentous omen that something momentous was about to occur. The atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation, and the air crackled with the agitated mystical energy.

RUMBLE… Suddenly, a loud thunderclap resounded and the clouds in the centre parted away, giving way for an awe-inspiring head to emerge. It was a colossal dragon head, its silvery white scales gleaming like polished armour.

The sheer presence of this titanic entity could overshadow this entire land. Its eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, held endless profoundness and power, exuding overbearing regalness as they fixated upon the chaotic battlefield below.

Eight majestic horns protruded from its regal head, each one a testament to its ancient and unparalleled power. Its powerful jaws, adorned with rows of razor-sharp teeth, hinted at the devastating might it possessed.

The dragon opened its mouth and gave a deafening roar that reverberated through the core of existence.

At that instant, a miraculous and unbelievable event occurred. Time itself seemed to come to a standstill, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Everything, from the falling snow that suspended in mid-air, forming a crystalline canopy over the battlefield, to warriors and monsters who looked like lifeless statues. Blood spurting from their wounds suspended in eerie crimson stalactites. Everything froze in an instant.

And then, a crackling noise resembling the sound of ice forming, pierced through the air and a wave of freezing coldness washed over everything. It was as if the very land had succumbed to the icy touch of the bone freezing frost.

The warriors, the grotesque subjects, and the Abomination were all encapsulated in a sheath of ice, forever frozen to their bones. Even Space itself was no exception to this phenomenon. It, too, was frozen, with even the mystical energies that coursed through it brought to a standstill. 

Watching everything from his position as a bystander, Simon could hardly believe his eyes. Everything was over just like that? The Abomination and the nightmarish legion that represented an eminent danger, was resolved just like that?

It all happened in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was trapped in a grand montage of suspended animation.

"Unbelievable…" Simon muttered under his breath.

The arrival of that dragon, their awe inspiring visage and unfathomable power that could even freeze the time, it was a display of breathtaking dominance.

He finally found the answer to the question—how this seemingly beautiful land changed into the barren Snowlands it was now.

It was because of the dragon that came to stop the abomination and its legion. Its powers were so great that it even affected the land and its climate, altering it forever into a winter land.

It took Simon a moment to take everything in, by the time he gazed at the sky again, the dragon had already disappeared. That silvery white visage, that regal appearance, although it was only for a very short period of time that he looked at that dragon, but it left a deep impression on him.

It was not like he had not seen a dragon before, the Earth Shattering Lower Dragon in his dungeon was also a dragon and although it obtained some dragon bloodline through a lucky encounter, the Lightning Draconic Serpent can also be considered from the dragon lineage.

However, the ones in his dungeon couldn't be compared to the white dragon he just saw.