Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

Craters littered the ground, and a scorching inferno spread and devoured everything in its path. The massive black and gold dragon slowly walked through the destroyed landscape, his eyes and magma in his armor shining like bright reflectors through the air filled with dust and smoke.

He was getting colder and chillier, the frostbite and the fire in his body constantly fighting, ravaging his muscles and organs.

The magma leaked from the massive cavities and fissures in his armor left by the angel’s blade, slowly sealing and mending them.

‘The battle lord was a right choice. I no longer have to be so passive. I can now freely move through battles and switch between defense and offense.’

He ignored the pain, the desire for more power easily overpowering it as he saw the glowing remnants of the ice in the huge valley-sized crater.

The desire for revenge and the anger from the curse finally settled as the battle from centuries ago that never really ended finally ended, this time for real.

He kept slowly but surely bearing through the devasted battlefield, the ground shaking under his steps, the massive luminous iceberg getting closer and closer. The ice was parting in his path, slowly revealing the enormous body that had been buried for centuries.

The dragon’s corpse, almost as large as Vesuvius, lay motionlessly, the ice and scales protecting its body littered with black seared holes, the biggest one in its chest. Its golden and blue eyes were dull, like these of a dead fish.

Its five majestic horns looking like they were made of ice, were cracked and broken.

‘I wonder if I will one day end like this… all the might they had, but they still perished.’ Vesuvius felt weird, his old forgotten dread of dying returning back to haunt him. However, it only reaffirmed his determination to take the power of space for himself and gain the power to face any danger.

Ding!

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You have finished the inheritance quest! Please claim your reward.

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The icy, cold aura burst out of his body and the dragon’s corpse, mixing together. The entire land froze, and the white layer of frost painted everything white. The atmosphere turned cold as dead.

The dead dragon spoke one last time, their words sounding like from far afar and quickly becoming even more distant, ”What was once mine is now yours… now I can go sleep for one last time” it almost felt sad until one final whisper came, ”And build me a monumental statue.”

‘How can they be so calm about them dying?’

Only the silence remained and the freezing cold breeze. For a brief moment, the dragon’s body stirred, and blood again started flowing through its veins.

The reawakened blood burst from the body. It extended high and levitated in the air, crystalizing into a blood-red piece of ice. The air was so frigid around it that it started to liquefy and pour down like a freezing rain of death.

The crystal roared and shot toward the dragon’s chest like a rocket. Before he could even blink, it passed through his armor and scales as if it wasn’t even physical and buried deep into his cursed heart.

The freezing coldness in his body intensified, but this time there was no pain, this time his body changed, the blood and the fragments of the frost dragon’s soul dissolving into his own blood and soul.

He was getting reborn again. A drowsiness shrouded his mind, his eyelids slowly closing as he sprawled beside the dead dragon.

POV ???:

The crimson-red flames burned in the sky. Formations stood on the ground, their weapons gleaming under the red light.

Dozens of varied banners fluttered in the wind, but the soldiers stood like one. Some of them were praying, while others trembled. But none of them wanted to leave.

Their eyes burned with determination, the runes on their armors weakly shining.

Tall golems of stone and metal towered above the rank and file. The sky-ships floating above their ranks were throwing their shadows over their formations.

Players and NPCs all stood united against the force of evil.

Suddenly small dots of white holy light flashed all over the horizon. The next moment the sky lit up and hundreds of rays of light cut through the black canvas of the night sky above their heads, heading far away toward the burning inferno of red.

A powerful voice boomed through the army, “To war! We will punish and push back the demons! This is our land, and we will not cede to any force of evil. Soldiers, do not retreat! Your wives, mothers, and children are behind you. We are the wall of humanity!”

Loud cheers followed after, the soldiers waving their enchanted weapons!

‘Pchh, such cheese lines.’ A single player in red grinned, his face hidden under the hood, ‘They are cheering while the real culprit is getting stronger and stronger.’𝑜𝗏xt.𝗇t

Pyromaniac was still in shock, he expected the various churches and kingdoms to move slowly, but instead, they formed a massive coalition too fast. But he felt no worry, his faith fully in the wits and power of the dragon he served.

“Hahaha, you must be a fellow priest of fire church!” Suddenly a hand grabbed him by his shoulder.

Behind him stood a group in red, their red robes burning in fire.

‘You have broken the fire. Your holy fire isn’t even a proper fire, you idiots! Fuck, how can you call it a fire when it doesn’t even behave like a fire! Damn, it can even heal wounds… that is not what fire is supposed to do! All the fire is supposed to do, is burn and incinerate! You can’t just slap word fire at something just because it looks like a fire!’

He wanted to smack him and yell at the pathetic player behind him, but he couldn’t blow his cover, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, “Yes, fellow brother pyromaniac, the fire, the holy fire, is the best fire…”