Right behind him!
And it was closing in on him at a speed much faster than his own.
The thought of a certain possibility made David's blood, which had lain dormant in the uninhabited depths of space at minus two hundred seventy degrees for nearly thirty years, seem to surge with his suddenly racing heartbeat.
But all he could do was suppress the unknown excitent and agitation in his heart. He continued to accelerate, correcting his trajectory and narrowing the gap between himself and the other.
Finally, after three months and seven days, thirty years later, David, in this uninhabited vastness of space, finally encountered the other...
However, when they drew near, the words David had been brewing in his mind could not be transmitted by magic.
For what was gradually approaching him was not the smiling Attilicia he rembered, nor the dazzling Magic Ship that had caught his eye.
It was, instead, a micro-teorite made of various tals completely fused with the twisted remains of a dragon, now drifting alone in the universe due to inertia.
Upon witnessing this scene, David's pupils first dilated sharply. It took quite a while for them to return to their normal shape before he let out a resigned smile.
He first used teor Magic to continuously reduce the other's speed. Then, he carefully erged from his own teorite shell and, like a gecko, clawed his way onto it. With a light flick of his tail, he patted the 'Dragon Dad Ash Fossil's' spine and communicated voicelessly in the vacuum of space:
"Dad, your starry sky delivery was successful; I've received it."
At the sa ti, he finally understood what had been ceaselessly calling out to him: it was the Magic Spirit Attilicia had created to aid his flight, similar to a Tower Spirit that controlled the chanisms in a magic tower.
Only, Attilicia probably never expected it to turn out this way. The Magic Spirit was still there, while he himself was gone.
David could even imagine how proud Attilicia must have felt after using the sun's gravitational slingshot to complete his acceleration and trajectory correction.
Then, as he was about to depart, facing the sudden eruption of solar flares, Attilicia must have felt utter frustration and Despair watching the outer shell of his construct lt away.
Indeed, Attilicia had used the soul projection of a Bato Devil, but that didn't an he couldn't feel physical pain.
On the contrary, Attilicia, whose projection was pulled back to Barto Hell, would only feel even more spiritual tornt.
In the following twenty years, Attilicia must have tried countless tis to contact David, only to repeatedly fail due to the imnse distance.
But all this pain and torture were about to end, because David had seen it.
He had seen The Slaying King Star, that notorious orb.
And at the mont of seeing it, an unprecedented chaos and impulsiveness surged through David's thoughts. Fresh chapters posted on novel·fire·net
David knew it was the influence of Dragon Madness, but he couldn't imdiately change form at this mont.
So David continued to tug at his Dragon Dad's starry sky delivery, incessantly using his draconic thrusters to correct their course.
They would officially arrive at The Slaying King Star in eighteen hours.
The Magic Spirit on the 'Attilicia' had already inford David:
Attilicia had ingested the Quantum Dot Ink just before the solar flare erupted.
So, to so extent, the 'ash fossil' left by Attilicia was that alchemical mark.
Whenever David thought of this, he always found the notion sowhat hellish...
When they were still about a million kiloters away, David, like an aircraft dropping bombs, pushed himself away from the construct wreckage.
It would collide with The Slaying King Star in four hours.
And David would be the observer of this collision.
After all, he was still a living being. Who knows if my approach will awaken the Elf God's incarnation on it?
This impact certainly couldn't destroy it directly. Not unless the delivery sent by Dragon Dad was several dozen tis larger; then the difficulty of sending it into space would have increased exponentially.
But the alchemical Quantum Dot Ink, fused with the dragon's remains, would surely embed itself within.
That would be billions of particles, each 2 to 5 nanoters in size!
A shot that will pierce the soul!
Even if the Elf God realized sothing might be amiss afterward, they might not have a way to deal with it.
Just like an Elf who had been defiled by an Evil Dragon, they could only spend the long ensuing period in anxiety and fear, wondering if they might carry a Half-Dragon Elf to term.
Unless they obliterate the entire Slaying King Star from physical space... well, hehehehe.
I am going to take on The Slaying King Star today!
This was the Dragon Madness Arrow, secretly crafted by the Moon Elves over four millennia—the weapon that had nearly exterminated the great dragons of Toriel.
And he, David Uthos, would initiate the countdown to destruction with his own claw!
Ti trickled away, mont by mont.
But thoughts that were once re flashes in David's mind now surged forward en masse, fueled by an unprecedented focus and tension:
Although this thod is already quite covert, Tiamat herself confird there are two incarnations of Elf Gods on that cot—one of them possessing interdiate divine power. What if this fails?
No, no, no, it cannot fail! The enemy might still be slumbering.
But what if the Platinum Dragon God is really on The Slaying King Star? Can Father handle such a ntal shock? And what will beco of his relationship with Dragon Island?
No, the bigger problem is, if it's true, wouldn't that trigger a second Dragonfall War?
After all, having reached the edge of the Toriel system, I can't possibly return to the Pri Material Plane with evidence. Those tal Dragons will never believe that the benevolent king they worship, the king of good dragons, could commit such atrocities.
Thus, the four hours that should have been brief felt sowhat agonizing for David.
As countless thoughts boiled over in David's mind, he drew nearer and finally caught a clear view of The Slaying King Star.
Its surface was covered in dim yet blood-red magical runes, a result of the Dragon Mad Lock.
However, aside from these, it was just a barren cot.
No Elf God incarnations were to be seen, nor the so-called Platinum Dragon King, Bahamut.
This outco brought all the conflicting thoughts in David's mind to a simultaneous halt. They transford into a ringing in his ears, yet he also heaved a sigh of relief.
In the next mont, he witnessed firsthand his Dragon Dad's construct remnants crashing into The Slaying King Star like a micro-teorite.
There was no sound, but the mont of impact still produced a brilliance comparable to the flash from Dragon Mother Pafila's fusion Dragon Breath on the shores of Skanis. Debris, dust, and gas were ejected simultaneously, forming a long cotary tail.
Such a spectacle would surely be visible if observed from Toriel's Ghost Soul City with a custom-built 'Astronomical Telescope.'
Seeing this light, you should be at peace now, Father...
David thought, his eyes finally adjusting to the dimming glare.
He saw that the face of The Slaying King Star had been struck, leaving a huge impact crater.
A bit of a pity.
The energy from the collision was equivalent to tens of thousands of tons of TNT, yet it had only carved out a crater.
But it was the most destructive power I could muster right now.
Ti to go back.
Let's see, by my calculations... huh, I'm a young adult dragon now!
Just as David thought he had completed his mission and was preparing to 'log off'—to return his consciousness to his main body in Barto Hell, embracing the anticipation of his young adulthood—
Perhaps it was the shockwave from the collision, reverberating through the cot's interior, that eventually cracked open a fissure.
David instinctively looked over and saw, deep within the crevice—
An azure eye opened.
The two stared at each other in silence across the expanse of space.
But David's pupils suddenly contracted.
Because, as a dragon, he was certain—that was a dragon's eye!
Bahamut?!
Wrath.
Engulfed in an instantaneous, furious rage, David was about to use Magic ssaging to confirm the other's identity when a magical gleam from The Slaying King Star swept over him.
David's projected body in this world, the sole observer, was silently turned to stardust.
...
「At the sa ti, on the great incline of Malboggi in the sixth layer of Barto Hell.」
BOOM!
A large bulge appeared on the stone surface, then suddenly burst open.
After thirty-two years of slumber in hell, the Red Dragon David finally 'rose from his coffin.'
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