The world-devouring dragon

In the human world, deep in the mountains next to a remote small village.

Everyone in this small village knows that there is a mysterious witch living deep in the mountains. She never shows up, and no one has ever seen her appear. No one knows what she looks like. Only when someone tries to ask her When seeking help from prophecies such as marriage, hunting, and driving away ferocious beasts, she would use her voice to give some revelations to others through a wall in the thatched house where she lived.

When the seeker receives the revelation, he will leave a sheep, a cow, or some other precious goods to the witch as a reward.

This life has continued for decades and has not changed.

On this day, another confused seeker came here, seeking enlightenment.

"Mysterious witch, please tell me what will be the future of this child..."

The old farmer in simple clothes asked in awe, holding a goat with one hand and a young boy with the other.

This farmer's awe of witches started from his childhood. At that time, he didn't even remember much, so he heard many rumors about witches from his parents and elders, so he had a deep understanding of witches in his heart. Deeply in awe.

And I came here to ask the witch about the future of my beloved son, whether there is any danger, and whether it can be avoided.

And in front of him, inside the simple thatched house, a deep and old female voice came out after a long time.

"He will become a brave warrior, and in the future, his name is destined to be resounding everywhere. However, when he reaches adulthood, an unspeakable misfortune will befall him, causing him great pain. ."

After hearing the first half, the old farmer's face showed joy at first, but after hearing the second half, he became panicked.

"Then...then what should I do..."

The bewildered farmer suddenly panicked, while the little boy on the side looked at his father in confusion. He still couldn't understand all this, and he didn't understand what was being said in the thatched hut in front of him and what his father was saying. .

"...remember that he must not kill a pregnant doe, and thus escape from this future."

The people in the thatched house pondered for a long time before speaking out.

After thanking him profusely and leaving the sheep respectfully, the delighted farmer left the place with his little son.

Suddenly, calm returned to the outside of the thatched house, with only the sound of the wind blowing.

After a long time, the simple wooden door was pushed open, revealing the slender and white arm behind the door, and the owner of the arm - a woman covered in a black cloak.

The silent woman wearing a black cloak couldn't see her face clearly. She just walked out of the door, then led the goat into the thatched house and closed the firewood door.

It was dark inside the simple thatched house, with only a little light coming in from the narrow window.

And everything inside is even more pitiful, with a few necessary daily necessities and a bed made of dry straw. Even the pottery only has a pot for water, nothing more. There is no doubt that this kind of Life was definitely hard, but the witch didn't mind. She was used to such a hard life.

A glass of water and a few pieces of black bread, this is the witch's entire diet for a day.

She let go of the rope, and then took off the cloak covering her head, revealing a young and beautiful face.

Bright and calm pupils, long crimson hair, draped softly on her shoulders, combined with her well-proportioned body shape, make this witch look more like a peaceful and quiet young girl who is not tainted with the aura of fireworks. He is not a mysterious prophet who answers people's confusions and reveals prophecies.

The young red-haired witch faced the pure gold statue on a small altar in front of her, slowly knelt down, then clasped her hands and placed them on her chest, muttering something in prayer.

In front of her, the pure gold statue on the mysterious altar almost did not match the entire simple thatched house. The statue looked like a coiled snake. The snake's posture and momentum revealed an aura of indifference and coldness. , exquisitely lifelike.

In order to make this statue, a statue worthy of her master's identity, for hundreds of years, this mute woman who once saw the worldly python Jörmungandr spent all her efforts to have enough. In order to finance the production of such a pure gold statue, he had to scrimp on food and clothing, and it became a habit.

And all this is just to be able to offer her reverence and faith to her master.

After the simple prayer was over, she took off a sharp dagger from the altar.

"Mea~"

Beside, the sheep barked blankly.

…

Without too much effort, her skillful skills allowed her to easily dismember the sheep into pieces of fur and meat.

She knew her master would like the flesh.

After respectfully offering the flesh and blood as a sacrifice on the altar, the girl began her long prayer again.

"'AI_C_GNAIIH, Y_GOF'NN, Y_HRII_ULN! (My creator, your descendants and your servants are calling you here!)..."

The girl prayed devoutly, and even though the person she prayed to never responded to her, and the flesh and blood she sacrificed was never used, she still persisted in praying.

Over the past hundreds of years, even though human kingdoms have prospered and destroyed, villages have been born and disappeared, and generations of people have been born and died, she has never given up praying and offering sacrifices, because she always firmly believes that her master and her creator must listen. to her prayers.

The evidence is the tiny snake scales behind her ears, the snake scales growing in every inconspicuous corner of her body, and the erect snake eyes.

Whenever she prays, those snake scales will tremble slightly, as if the murmur of some giant beast is responding to her in this way.

These snake scales have proved that she is no longer the mute human girl she once was. In other words, after she witnessed the magnificent scene that shocked the world, the mute human girl had died and was replaced by the mute human girl. Female flesh, an inhuman life mixed with human soul and the power of a giant snake.

The youthful appearance and immortal lifespan...are just accessories of this product.

Just like her prayers, the serpent Jormungandr is her creator, her father, and her master, and she is the descendant and servant of the serpent.

It was no longer possible for her to go back, because her entire body and mind already belonged to her master, Jormungandr.

After finishing the long prayer, drinking a little water and eating a small piece of black bread, she began to prepare for bed.

Lying on the bed made of straw, the girl murmured a short prayer again, and fell into a deep dream.

On the altar next to her, the pure gold snake statue looked down at her as coldly as a living creature.

…

"..."

In my ears, it felt like someone was singing, and someone seemed to be whispering.

The sound was vague and indistinct, only making people feel melodious and shocking, as if it was the sound of nature coming from the sky. Accompanying the sound of nature was the breathing of some kind of giant beast when it was sleeping. That kind of low breathing made people feel uncomfortable. People felt a shiver from the bottom of their hearts.

"..."

The area around her was blurry, as if shrouded in white mist, and her groggy consciousness prevented the girl from clearly feeling everything around her.

The heavy breathing of the giant beast sounded in the ears, accompanied by inexplicable murmurs and sounds that sounded like sleep. The girl wandered blankly in the white mist, as if she was in the clouds, and she seemed to be in a dream.

The sound of breathing that would make ordinary people tremble, made the girl feel an inexplicable sense of relief and obsession.

After wandering for an unknown amount of time, the girl suddenly remembered something that she had subconsciously ignored.

"where is this place……"

And the moment this thought came out, everything that was originally peaceful suddenly shattered, and was replaced by a ferocious, terrifying, and violent state, as if it was awakened by a giant beast sleeping in the white mist.

An inexplicable sense of huge fear and trembling instantly enveloped the girl's heart. The calmness and wisdom accumulated over the past hundred years were not worth mentioning in the face of this deep fear originating from the most instinctive nature of life, and were torn into pieces in an instant. smashed.

The body fell limply to the ground.

Her teeth were trembling and her body was shaking, but along with the fear was a deep and fanatical admiration. The girl realized that she had finally seen it again...

"Roar!!!!!!"

The roar that shook the world tore apart the white mist that shrouded everything, revealing the reality shrouded under the white mist...

In the vast sky, the terrifying and ferocious pupils looked down coldly at everything under them. The body covered with countless scales quietly stretched out, covering almost everything in the field of vision. The long tail It was swinging lightly in the air, causing the whole world to stir up a storm.

As far as the eye can see, from directly above the head to the farthest horizon, the entire sky is covered by this incredibly huge beast.

In other words, it is the sky.

Looking at the giant beast in the sky above her head, the face of the girl paralyzed on the ground showed deep excitement and fanaticism.

Just like what the girl had seen before, it was the same scene that she would never forget...

The master she believed in with all her heart finally felt her call.

(The prayers in the article are not in any language on earth, but in the R'lyeh language from the Cthulhu Mythology, written by the author himself, purely to add to the atmosphere.)