Chương 113: Chapter 109- Y Ddraig Goch

"Tch! Get away from me." She pushed Shuri away and tried to be angry, but the corners of her lips kept rising. Who said Shuri was a demure saint? She was an annoying fly. And she could always count on that fly to lift her mood. Because truly, the supernatural world wasn't treating her well.... … |DxD| - Chapter 109- Y Ddraig Goch …... From hazy red skies to flowing lava rivers, the air was hot with grains of red sand that made the neck itch.

The land was vast with many volcanic pools that bubbled with pops and splotches of lava. This world was in shades of red, brown, and black, a never-ending barren land with nary a hint of green. Igor stood with Issei in this desolate space. The boy looked around in shock and wonder, even walking around and crouching down to touch the ground. Igor let him be and also looked around with a pleased smile. He finally knew which gear Issei had.

"Congratulations, Issei. You are this generation's Red Dragon Emperor." Issei perked up like an alert rabbit.

"Red? I like red! Red is cool! Red is fire! Red is awesome!" Issei skipped over to an overpass. Below, a fast-moving lava river rushed across the land. Issei watched with wondrous eyes, and Igor noticed Issei was impervious to the heat. [Of course he would be.] He wryly shook his head and looked at the mountain ahead of them. This mountain was…there weren't really any words to describe it. It was the only elevated structure here and was quite a distance away.

"Issei. Come here."

"Huh? Okay, big bro." Issei dashed back from the small cliff and skipped back to Igor. He took his outstretched hand and they both vanished. The mountain which seemed so far was now right before them. It didn't have a gentle slope, but a steep rocky climb. Issei wanted to walk over and touch it, but Igor held him very tightly.

"I want you to listen carefully, Issei. No matter what, do not be afraid." Issei looked up to Igor. He was confused, but Igor kept staring ahead at a particular spot. Issei didn't really understand, but he nodded. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

"Okay, big bro." Igor was focused. Today would be life-changing for Issei. This red world was the world inside the Boosted Gear. It was a manifestation of the Welsh Dragon's power, and the power was so vast it was suffocating. For a being of this level, respect had to be maintained. Igor closed his eyes and collected himself. They opened again, and he spoke calmly.

"My name is Igor von Dimori. I greet the Heavenly Dragon Emperor of Domination." There was silence…... The ground… rumbled. It was an orchestra of rocks and scattered fragments tumbling down the mountain.... A pressure descended. The seconds passed with the world shaking beneath their feet. Igor held Issei steady, waiting with furrowed eyebrows at the inevitable. He felt the subtle shifts to Issei's soul.

From the very beginning since they entered, he knew the Dragon Emperor Ddraig had been awakened and was observing. If they left now, Issei would be able to wield the Boosted Gear, but what he wanted for Issei was for the emperor to acknowledge the boy… maybe even help him. Igor waited batedly. A force was attempting to force his soul out. As intruding as it was, Igor could not leave.

"Dragon Emperor! I promised the father of this child I would not leave him alone." He spoke sternly with determination. The response was an even stronger force upon him. Issei was staring at him confused and even tugged on his sleeve with fearful eyes, but Igor did not have the mind to answer. Ddraig's pressure was pushing him to his limits. His eyes closed, and all his focus fell on not being expelled. Ddraig was a powerful dragon far-surpassing many gods. He was an existence only below the Great Dragon Gods.

Igor could not contend with an entity like that. There was a chance Ddraig was testing or even toying with him. One could never know with powerful existences. What Igor did know was if he kept hesitating, he would be thrown out and break his promise to Gorou.... The world slowed and his fingers relaxed. In his mind, a giant celestial avatar of himself sat cross-legged in meditation. It was in a dark universe with twinkling stars.

Spirit energy had long spread all over the body, leaving only the hands and feet free of the silver colour. It was his preparation before entering this world. In that moment, the stagnant spirit energy finally moved forth like dribbling paint and coloured the hands and feet. When the last toe and finger were christened with the energy, the universe shattered, and his eyes opened.... … |DxD| …... Issei did not know how it happened. He swore it had been only been literal seconds since Igor had spoken.

Between now and then, nothing happened. And then, he was… flying? Issei found himself hovering midair. Igor was several metres away with his hand outstretched towards him. As Igor lowered his hand, Issei found himself lowered as well until his butt touched the ground. He looked at Igor, wanting to question what just happened. But when he saw Igor's silver eyes, his mouth hung open. Watery aura like mercury oozed to life around Igor. The wind chimes Issei heard came from that aura.

Igor was facing ahead, and the moment his fists clenched, his aura flared out like a brazier. Long fractures spread from his feet. They were wide enough to place a finger in. Igor's voice came again, but Issei barely heard it beneath the roaring chime of his aura.

"Heavenly Dragon Emperor. I will not leave this child here alone until we have spoken." A heavy, rumbling sound like a hundred hammer strikes echoed so loudly Issei covered his ears. The sound was grating and he struggled to wince through it. He curled up with his knees to his head and hid his face between his thighs. The sound went on for hours, but in reality, it barely lasted a few seconds. It faded as fast as it arrived, and Issei slowly raised his head. The rumbling had faded, but something…

something else was there that set his heart pounding in fear. That… that mountain… wasn't a mountain. A single crimson eye as large as their home had opened, and all strength he had in his legs had faded. He stared wide-eyed as his lungs forgot to draw breath.......

"You roar of life and soul."

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