Chapter 340: Fighting Resentment and Accommodating
On the vast and desolate plain, the huge throne bears the vicissitudes of time.
"This is it?" Dumbledore looked at the rotten giant nailed to the throne in front of him.
“Ahem, the King of the Deep—Chaos, a monster that has been entangled with your Dumbledore family for thousands of years.
You are also the culprit that caused the downfall of your nephew and sister."
Two streams of cold air came out of Aiden's nostrils, and the surrounding black sol could not get close to him due to the intimidation of his dragon might.
"So what should we do now, let it out?" Dumbledore swallowed.
Aiden did not answer Dumbledore, but narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to resentment.
Purple particles began to gather in His mouth, and the breath of His mind mixed with magic power spurted out.
A huge beam of light streaked across the sky and collided with the throne.
Boom——, the white beam produced by the explosion engulfed the entire plain.
Crack——, the arrow of love that was nailed into the heart of hatred completely shattered.
"Roar!" The roar of the King of the Deep pushed away the air, and Aiden used his wings to protect Dumbledore.
The shock wave collided with the wings, and the friction between the tips of the wings and the air made a humming sound.
The black colloid rushed towards Resentment, helping him build a huge axe.
The dragon opened its mouth and pounced without showing any weakness, and the mythical battle was repeated here.
"Woo~" Aiden let out a long dragon roar.
Magic power emanated from the mysterious symbols on His scales, and His body began to expand rapidly.
He raised his claws and pressed the resentment into the soil. The next second, the resentment that was hurt swelled up and in the blink of an eye became as big as Aiden.
"Tsk, the ability of revenge?"
Aiden spat, flapping his wings and taking off into the sky.
Resentment raised his head, and a slightly human expression appeared in his empty eyes.
The next moment, the colloid surged, and a large black bow appeared in Resentment's hand.
The same black particles began to gather, and a black arrow carrying resentment was placed on the longbow.
Let go, and the arrow roared towards Aiden.
"Roar!" The dragon roared, and the symbols on its body flashed again, and a layer of gray mist enveloped Aiden.
Then, the black arrow pierced Aiden, but he slowly turned into a shadow and disappeared.
Resentment sensed the danger, and with a flick of his hand, the longbow turned into an axe again and swung it behind him.
Faster than Him is the thunderbolt from Eden,
"Judrasium"
Lightning flashed on the dragon's body, along with its huge mouth.
The sharp teeth bit through the axe of resentment and also bit His head apart.
Taking advantage of Resentment's opportunity to retreat, Aiden grabbed his arms with both claws.
"Volzanbell"
Black and red flames spread from Aiden's claws toward Resentment.
More black sol wanted to surge up and extinguish the flames.
Unfortunately, the magic of Hellfire was developed by Aiden in combination with the ability of Insight.
The flames are able to identify the enemy's mental weaknesses and burn them in a targeted manner.
Resentment fell helplessly in the flames. Although he tried to recover several times, he was stopped by Aiden's continuous breathing of flames.
Stretching out its claws, the sharp dragon claws dug open the heart of resentment and dug out his core.
The resentment that lost its core became weaker.
And Aiden, who had become an Insightful One, for the first time clearly observed the agreement that Ms. Rowena had told him at the core of resentment.
In essence, the King of the Deep is an emotional consensus among many social creatures.
The reason why it has evolved into what it is today can perhaps be called the original sin of life.
Seeing that the battle was over, Dumbledore walked over in the scorching air.
"How is it?" Dumbledore looked at Aiden.
"Here, this is it. How do you plan to use it? My personal suggestion is to eat it directly. It should be very chewy."
Aiden handed over the heart of resentment. The black and broken heart was still emitting colloid.
"Gulp!" Dumbledore swallowed and took a step back.
"Can you split it up? I think the complete core of the Deep Realm King is not something I can handle."
Dumbledore hesitated, then made his request.
"Ok."
Aiden made an OK gesture with his paw and opened his mouth to bite off most of it.
The system quietly emerged, trying its best to extract something conceptual from the core.
This time, the subtle fluctuations in the system's behavior were finally discovered by an insightful person.
"System, you are not honest." Aiden's teasing voice was transmitted to the system.
'Hmph~'
Aiden, knowing what the system was doing, did not stop her and allowed her to extract the characteristics.
Handing the remaining Deep Lord Core to Dumbledore, Aiden looked at Dumbledore like an old farmer.
Come on, eat it, my friend. This thing is so delicious.
Dumbledore looked at Aiden with surprise, and finally, with his eager anticipation, he grabbed the core in his hand.
"Alas~" Long showed a disappointed look.
The fragments of the heart gushed out black colloid and pierced into Dumbledore's arm. The blood vessels in his arm bulged and black things were wriggling under the skin.
As the power of resentment continued to flow into Dumbledore's body, his left eye had turned black.
Aiden looked at Dumbledore with some concern, and his whole body quickly shrank back into human form.
"Perhaps, I don't need to chew it with my mouth." Although Dumbledore's body was slightly curled up, he still turned sideways and made a joke.
"It's already this late and you still have the time to joke around." Aiden covered his forehead with his hands.
He reached out and placed his hand on Dumbledore's forehead, blocking his five senses.
Dumbledore heard Aiden's last words before everything went dark.
"First, block your five senses to avoid hallucinations or body spasms that might injure yourself."
Aiden watched as the Othala (?) rune in Dumbledore's body was stained black, and he also sat down cross-legged beside him.
In Dumbledore's consciousness, endless black fog enveloped him.
He kept falling until he reached the end of darkness.
A faint light came on, and a silver-haired boy appeared beside him.
"Why, betray our ideals, Albus."
"No, I--" Dumbledore just stretched out his hand, but was swept away by the black mist again.
"Brother, I'm so cold. It's the killing curse. It's so cold. My soul is trapped."
The sound of a young girl crying continued to flow into Dumbledore's ears.
"Ariana!" Dumbledore turned around suddenly, but there was nothing behind him.
"Professor", "Brother", "Albus"...
More and more noisy voices enveloped Dumbledore.
The power of the King of the Deep took him deeper and deeper.
As if facing the original sin of the human world, Albus Dumbledore, through some of the protocols, came into contact with the deepest, darkest side of humanity.
The black fluid formed a vortex, and the resentment of countless people flowed in this big pot of soup.
