Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

But its significance is far more profound than providing bodies for these three fairy knights.

"The Road to Becoming a God."

——That was the path to becoming a god that was cut off directly after the emperor's death.

But with the emperor's "resurrection", it opened again.

And Uesugi Erie, the girl who was created as a vessel for the White King, met her "destined" enemy.

Should she continue to fight until she had completely consumed the power within that wreck?

Yuan Zhisheng was a little hesitant.

But Uesugi Eriya didn't think much about it.

The power of [Word Spirit Judgment] was already emanating from in front of her—correspondingly, the fairy knight flying in the sky also abandoned her human form, revealing her true form.

Not a fairy, not Melusine, and certainly not Lancelot.

But it is - a dragon.

Silver-white scales gleamed a cold light in the darkness, and her enormous dragon wings spread out, obscuring half the sky. Her figure was slender and graceful, yet imbued with an overwhelming sense of power. Golden flames burned in her dragon pupils, seemingly able to penetrate all illusions.

She is strong.

In terms of bloodline alone, her origin even surpasses that of the [Blue-Eyes White Dragon].

She was a dragon born from the remains of the Albion Dragon—the [Oldest Dragon], the [Origin of All Dragons].

Although her noble bloodline did not bring her any good luck.

However, at least at this moment - this dragon that inherited the bloodline of the [Oldest Dragon] of the Type-Moon world launched an absolutely fatal attack on the "descendants" of this world that were also created by the Oldest Dragon.

"boom--"

The fairy knight Lancelot flew high into the sky, then fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

She hit the corpse of the White King with her own body,

The dragon skeleton's wail resounded through the sky.

The Fairy Knight Lancelot—no, at this moment, she should be called [Echo of the Dragon of Albion]—slammed into the spine of the White King's corpse like a falling meteor. The silver-white dragon scales and pale bone armor collided, emitting dazzling sparks, like two stars colliding.

The skeletal dragon roared in fury, its decayed body unexpectedly tilted by the blow. Its shell, formed from the resentment of the Age of Gods, began to crumble. Pale bone fragments peeled away like an avalanche, revealing the writhing dark red flesh within—the true form of Izanami, sealed away for millennia.

Eri's pupils suddenly contracted.

Her body reacted before her mind did.

No one taught her how to do it, but no one needed to teach her how to do it—because that was the instinct engraved in the blood of every dragonborn.

Devour and evolve.

Step by step, towards the supreme position.

"Shh-"

The five fingers of the dragonized right hand spread out, and the word spirit of [Judgment] ceased to be a blade, transforming into countless scarlet threads, entwining the exposed flesh of the White King's corpse. Like living creatures, the threads burrowed into the wound, frantically drawing strength from it. The White King's flesh withered at a visible speed, while Eri's dragon scales grew increasingly crimson, as if drenched in blood.

Yuan Zhisheng watched all this quietly.

He knew that he could no longer stop this process.

——No one can stop this process.

"First ascend to the sky, then fall to the earth."

This is the method of becoming a god recorded in "The Jade Road".

This is also the road to becoming a god for this girl named [Uesugi Erie].

——It has begun to exert its strength.

Chapter 291: Giving Death to the Enemy with Mercy

Eri's breathing became hot.

With every breath she took, the power from the White King's corpse flowed into her body along scarlet threads. With every breath she exhaled, the blood vessels beneath her dragon scales swelled a little, as if lava were flowing beneath her skin. Her bones crackled under the weight, the skin on her back tore apart, and her two jagged dragon wings tried to break free from the constraints of flesh and blood.

She is transforming.

Gen Chisei gripped the Spider-Sword tightly, the lines on the handle searing into his palm. He should have stopped this—stopped Eri from sliding into that abyss of no return. But when he saw the girl's eyes, burning with golden flames, he suddenly realized that Eri was more lucid than ever.

She knew what she was becoming.

She accepted it all.

By now, she is no longer the naive little girl who was always afraid that one day she would be killed by Ultraman as a little monster.

Of course, she is not the "middle school" girl who is determined to become Ultraman and destroy all the evil monsters in the world.

She is Uesugi Eri.

He is the [Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto] of the Snake Eight Clans and the [King General] of the Fierce Demon Clan.

She is the vessel of the White King, but she is also her father's daughter and her brother's sister.

She is loved by everyone.

And of course I love everyone.

And the “everyone” here of course also includes——

"Mother."

The White King's corpse struggled violently, the crash of bones clashing like thunder rolling through the sky. Lancelot, the dragon-like fairy, wrapped her silver-white body around its cervical vertebrae, her claws digging into the cracks between bones, forcibly twisting the deformed head backwards. The skeletal dragon let out a shrill scream, and dark purple light burst from its hollow eye sockets—that was the last resistance of the [Divine Transfiguration], the desperate curse of Izanami before she was devoured.

Uesugi Erii raised her head and looked at the remains of the White King, which was only a few inches away from her but could no longer move forward.

Among the dragon clan, it has a resounding name.

【White King】.

But in Japan, in this country, she has another name that is more widely known.

【Izanami】.

She is the mother of creation of this country, she is the mother of everyone - and as the "Tsukuyomi" of this generation, Uesugi Eryi first felt and understood the sorrow and ambition of this "Mother Goddess".

Just like the Knights of the Round Table also truly understood Morgan's ambitions for the first time.

It was the despair and hatred that had been carried within this wreckage for tens of thousands of years—it was the obsession and rage that, even though the body had been destroyed, the spirit still remained in this world.

"revenge."

Eri could totally sense her emotions.

However, understanding does not mean support; recognition does not mean approval.

Just as described in the myth - Izanami, who sank into the underworld, wanted to be resurrected again, but a huge rock called "Doban" blocked her way to the human world.

"I'm very sorry."

"But please rest in peace."

Uesugi Erie stretched out her hand and tied the red silk thread around the pale skeleton dragon - the overall effect was a giant bow.

Eri was smiling.

At this moment, she was no longer a "plunderer" plundering the power from the remains of the White King - but with a truly compassionate heart, she was saving the soul that had lost its original nobility and elegance due to being stained by filth.

There are no little monsters or Ultraman in the world.

There is only a sad soul wandering between evil and justice, madness and elegance.

……

The White King's skeleton stopped struggling.

The crimson threads wrapped around it no longer absorbed power, but instead began to flow in the opposite direction—Eri's dragon blood was flowing back through the threads into the cracks of the skeleton. The dark purple cursed light was dyed a pale gold, and the filth on the skeleton's surface peeled away, revealing the jade-white pristine skeleton beneath.

This is not devouring, but purification.

Gen Chisei stared at the scene in amazement. He had never imagined Eri would make such a choice—she could have completely absorbed the White King's power, becoming a being superior to all living beings. Yet, at the most crucial moment, she chose to use this power to appease the resentment of an ancient spirit.

The skeleton dragon's head drooped.

Curses no longer gushed from its eyes; instead, wisps of silver light drifted, like white mist on a moonlit night. Eri's fingertips gently touched its forehead bone. The moment her dragon-like hand touched the pale bones, ripples spread out. The sea suddenly calmed, even the surging waves froze in mid-air, as if time had stood still.

Then, Eri saw a woman.

It was a woman standing in the fog.

Her long hair flowed like the night, its tips stained with starlight. Her pale kimono was embroidered with dark golden divine patterns, and as the hem fell, it felt as if tiny petals drifted from thin air. Her face was blurry, as if separated by a layer of flowing water, but Eri could clearly feel her gaze—gentle, sad, yet filled with a certain sense of relief and calm.

Eri knew who she was.

Izanami, it is her, and it can only be her.

The white supreme being who was once high and mighty, second only to one man and above everyone else.

Now he appeared in front of her, looking at her with a very complicated and lamentable look.

"Make a deal."

After a long silence, someone took the initiative to speak.

But the person who took the initiative to speak was Uesugi Erii.

As for this matter, the woman standing in front of her did not seem that surprised - but seemed to have expected it. She first shook her head 3.3, and then nodded.

She shook her head because she didn't want to make this deal with Eri at all.

She nodded because she had no other choice now.

——The reason why this is called a "deal" is because the child is kind and is willing to give her obsession, which is not even a remnant soul, a final bit of dignity.

And she didn't even ask what the deal was.

Because at this moment, the only thing she could show off was that "thing".

【name】.

——Her name.

It's not [White King], but [Izanami].

"I will follow the prophecy that the White King will eventually be resurrected and become the new Izanami."

"May I?".

Chapter 292 Pigeon: Hmm? Are you thinking about me?

Eri says she wants to be the new Izanami.

But this is actually a wrong proposition.

No one can become the real Izanami - because that noble yet tragic life has long been melted by the bronze stele that symbolizes sin, and has been tempered by volcanoes and ice seas.

The "Holy Remains of the White King" who survived later could not be called the real "Izanami" at all.

That could only be described as Izanami's resentment—a pathetic instinct inherent in all life.

And now, even the few remaining traces are about to disappear.

"Wow—"

The skeleton dragon began to collapse.

Rather than a disintegrating collapse, each grain of bone powder shimmered with a silvery-white light, like fine sand in an hourglass. Those points of light climbed upward, forming a swirling, star-shaped ring around Eri. Her dragon wings were fully extended, and every scale and feather was coated with the hue of moonlight.

Izanami's shadow was dissipating.

She raised her hand, her fingertips nearly touching Eri's cheek—but just as they were about to touch, they transformed into countless butterflies of light. The translucent butterflies flitted past Eri's eyelashes, leaving behind a sigh-like fluttering sound in her ear. Eri saw teardrop-shaped crystals fall from the swarm, blossoming into tiny white lotuses as they touched the sea surface.

"Father."

At the very end, Eiry heard these mumblings.