As far as Tiamat was concerned, She had no intention whatsoever of warning Huo Ling.
For one thing, She wanted to see what changes would occur after Huo Ling devoured Bahamut—whether Io, the Nine-Faced Dragon God, would revive within him.
For another, even if She warned Huo Ling now, he probably would not pay Her any heed.
Over these years in Purgatory, Tiamat had long since seen through Huo Ling's nature.
Though this Huo Ling possessed dragon blood, he was born to be an evil dragon. Compared with the evil dragons descended from Her own bloodline, Huo Ling was not inferior in the slightest.
Greedy, cunning, warlike, bloodthirsty!
Those words fit Huo Ling perfectly; indeed, they suited him beyond measure.
In the distance, Huo Ling's aura continued to grow stronger. Tiamat lay sprawled atop a meteorite, watching the scene from far away.
If Huo Ling truly suffered some mishap, Tiamat would turn tail and run without hesitation.
On Huo Ling's side, the situation Tiamat had experienced did not arise. After all, he had not been born from the Nine-Faced Dragon God.
Instead, he had seized this bloodline himself and strengthened it to its current level. Even if there were to be a problem, it would likely only become possible after he finished devouring Bahamut and then swallowed Tiamat as well.
At present, he was immersed in the exhilaration of devouring power.
At every moment, Huo Ling's strength and the laws under his command increased.
Bahamut's corpse before him eventually transformed into fragments of law runes, which Huo Ling swallowed whole.
When it was all over, Huo Ling's body coiled through the void. His form had changed once more from what it had been before.
First was his size. He had now grown to more than four hundred and thirty meters,