A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Bahamut...

Bahamut...

God said that there should be birds, beasts, and fish in this world.

That's how it happened.

Everyone praises your great achievement for bringing life to the lifeless dead water by giving God's commandments.

Then you choose two animals.

One is Longka, the other is Bahamut, and they are separated from each other.

The four-sevenths, where the water gathers, may not be able to accommodate them.

To Lonka you give the four sevenths, that is, the dampness, and allow it to devour what you dislike in due time.

To Bahamut you give the remaining three-sevenths, that is, the part that is exposed and dried, and there it dwells, where there are a thousand mountains, and you allow it to tread on what you hate when it is appropriate.

——Ezra, Old Testament, Book 6 (Chapter 47, verses 52 to )

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The continent of Kalandia.

A certain time and place in an unknown year.

Thousands of giant dragons soared in the sky, lingering around the highest peaks for a long time.

The sound of dragon roars was heard, and the sky and the earth changed color.

"Bahamut...Bahamut..."

It seemed to be expressing regret, but also like venting anger, resounding mercilessly for thousands of miles, deafening.

If it is a slightly weaker creature that is close to the dragon, its liver and gallbladder will tremble and its lungs will be shattered to death by the dragon's roar.

Dragon language is such an extremely powerful language.

The export can cause harm...

Today, many dragons gathered here without any prior arrangement to see off a certain ancient fellow dragon.

They keep calling out the names of the deceased, which is the most basic respect for the elders.

But at the same time, the ceremony is also a celebration.

Celebrating the victory of the crusade...

On the top of the mountain, a giant dragon covered in wounds was crawling on the ground, breathing weakly.

All around are the victors of this internal struggle.

"Bahamut, King of Sand... Is there anything else you want to do?"

"......My name is......Abandon......"

"It is impossible to change a name that has been used since ancient times. Even though you have betrayed the entire tribe, this name has already been engraved on the immortal stone."

The giant dragon at the head had a complicated look in his eyes, witnessing the end of an era.

"Lower your proud head, Bahamut. Look around you. You are killing your own kind. It's all because of your corruption and greed..."

The huge, dying dragon closed its eyes and remained silent, letting its long life slip away bit by bit.

The leading red dragon didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to watch, and turned around to leave the scene.

"Sakwen..."

The fallen dragon had not yet opened its eyes, but it opened its mouth to speak.

"I'm listening, Bahamut."

"I have never acted out of selfish desire... Durtied clearly knows everything... but you are still... lying to yourself..."

"...No matter what the future holds for the Dragon Clan...whether it survives or perishes...I will shoulder all the responsibility, but I will never collude with outside forces...You are courting your own destruction..."

"Collusion..."

Bahamut's tone was mostly one of helplessness.

"Even now... Sakwen... you are still... so..."

As if he didn't want to say anything more, Sakwen flapped his wings and flew into the sky without looking back. The other dragons that were watching also left.

Bahamut's huge body slowly curled up, preparing to meet his own end.

"Bahamut."

Finally, a familiar voice sounded.

The dragon named Durtied remained at the end, and still had something to say to Bahamut.

"I did see the end of the world."

"But that is not your responsibility...it is humanity's."

"Perhaps you still don't understand, or even know what it means to be human..."

"It's a pity that it's too late now. You still committed the unforgivable sin that I expected... even though I warned you long ago..."

"In comparison, Longka's choice might be the right one... even though you two have never reached a consensus..."

"I know that you will not die completely...but will continue to exist in another form."

"Perhaps in the distant future, Bahamut, you will be able to witness with your own eyes the world that belongs to the ants..."

"Soon, this tallest mountain will be leveled and restored to its former state, just as it was before you destroyed it..."

"Not all the victims of this war have yet to die..."

"Farewell, Bahamut. Farewell, my blood brother..."

"May your eternal glory live forever with the dragon soul..."

Durtid left these words and turned into a silver flash. Although his body was dwarfed by Bahamut's, it was still quite large and disappeared on the spot.

Bahamut closed his eyes and said nothing. After two lines of turbid tears flowed down the scales at the corners of his eyes, he gradually lost his breath, and his burning dragon heart stopped beating...

Soon after, a dangerous red light appeared above the clouds, covering the entire area. Then, the light of destruction came crashing down...

The sea turns into mulberry fields, and the mulberry fields turn into the sea again.

Just like the vast area in the middle of the Kush Mountains, which was once an ocean, was later filled with mountains by Bahamut.

Now, it will be reconstructed under the light of destruction...

Will it turn back into an ocean, or will it remain a barren land forever?

Not important anymore.

After all, in the long course of time, such small changes are not worth mentioning at all.

That day, whether it was the dragons who did not have time to leave, or the elves who came as temporary allies to wipe out the remnants of Bahamut, all turned into nothing under the light of destruction.

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Time flies, and those who remembered that war have long since turned into dust.

The sacred mountain of Dukush has also undergone several changes and is now divided into two parts, north and south.

It was once the highest mountain and the heart of the continent, but now it is called "Muchashar", which means "Sea of ​​Death".

Countless people passed by here or died here.

In this scarred sea of ​​sand, countless stories, both happy and sad, have taken place.

Some determined the rise and fall of a civilization, some affected the rise and fall of a dynasty, and there were also large and small changes that led to the demise of a tribe, causing the complete annihilation of a caravan or a team of adventurers...

But no matter what, these things cannot objectively erase the trauma left by the Dragon War...

Or maybe it is... "hidden danger"...

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Freedham, the city walls.

"Barrier! City protection barrier! Set it up again quickly! The sandstorm is coming!"

The dwarf soldier on the lookout lowered his telescope and shouted downward.

"Nonsense! I saw it from a long distance away! Damn... why was there no sign at all..."

"It's different, shit! There's something in the sandstorm!"

"what?"

"...A figure...and...what is that..."

The dwarf soldier on the lookout raised the telescope again, took a closer look, then shook violently and almost dropped the telescope into the city.

“…shit shit shit shit…damn it, that’s a fucking dragon!”

"Earthworm?"

"Earth dragon! Have you ever seen such a big earth dragon?"

"Go and inform the various departments in the city, especially His Majesty! Quickly!"

There was chaos on the city wall.

The city protection barrier was also opened at the first opportunity.

No one has ever seen a sandstorm of this magnitude in recorded history in the Muchashar Desert.

And it’s not a simple sandstorm; to be precise, it’s a “dragon-shaped” sandstorm.

The yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun actually formed a clear-cut giant sand dragon. Even though the sandstorm was still far away, the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard in the city, mixed with the whistling wind, making people feel instinctively uneasy.

Bahamut...

Do not......

Behemoth...

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