Bello and the others were terrified of Tyrant's ship... The technology was at least a century beyond us.

He was going to tear us apart.

On a giant screen, Tyrant.

"Dragons.... Shall I congratulate you for your courage or your boldness? Or should I punish you?

Never in my existence for millions of years have I had such a tough opponent.

But I am a jealous god! And furious!

Unfortunately I feel Enka through you. Our Enka has been gone since time immemorial... She was Tiamat...I still remember when she was torn apart..and fallen into the infernal duchess... I guess you saw her in my collection!.

I would have reached out to you to join my empire but you stole more than your due.

Your children... I can still see you on your knees begging to be taken to safety...can't you...Hans???

Me: "Tyrant... there is something you don't know... Hans... is dead... I am only his memory... I am Carnage, the Son of ENKA..."

Tyrant turned to one of his noble generals who appeared on the screen.

"Let's see... Carnage..... And that calls himself a GOD!!!"

"Listen to me... Infernal Beast!!!! this will be your one and only chance.... Surrender! and you can all go back to earth safe and sound "

Me: "A God of lies I see... I have seen your collection. I've seen what you have in store for my children and my family... just like what you've done to my little ones and the other dragons whose horns you've sawed off....

Your sport: Dragon hunting!... I know all about it..."

Tyrant: "The masks are coming off... I'm finally going to have some fun for millennia.... Dragon hunting...tracking the son of the destroyer...Mmmh beautiful prey...but first...I love breaking toys!

FIRE!!!"

Lasers rained down on the Repressior and despite the thick armor, we still took damage.

We turned on the rear engines and the ship accelerated to escape the rain of fire poured down on us.

My magic shields were holding but until when?

Deep down, I wanted to hold the little ones but they were traumatized and Kate was taking care of them, removing the eternal ice residue and warming them up. She did the same for my two human children who had been promised a new paradise world to rebuild... Ummite lies.

Me: "Fire the runic cannons from the turrets!"

We were in T with Tyran's ship as cannon and salvo after salvo slowly but surely ruined the Repressor.

The turrets could rotate and fire but they were outnumbered by the monster in front of us.

However, this allowed us to reduce our angle of attack and thus offer fewer targets.

As long as they were operational, it was at least to reduce the damage on our side.

The upper part of the ship was decapitated and our antennas and communications were lost. Only our spells remained.

Tyran's attacks were turbolasers but also reinforced by his magic that emanated from his entire being.

Just like me... we were mana batteries.

But I feared for my people, especially the little ones and my two wives.

Enka couldn't come here... not yet... And Darkia was seriously burned. She had taken the divine power of the Ummitte monster full force.

After a lively exchange of blows and shots, the Repressior charged straight at the Daimakan.

At the last moment we turned away and the oars were broken.

Then, in a desperate maneuver, we managed to turn around and our big revolver cannon fired its runic plasma salvos and destroyed the enemy ship's firing center.

The Daimakan seemed lost, victory within our grasp, but Tyran smiled and I felt immediately that he had not yet played his trump card.

A kind of organ came out of the front of the ship and a powerful cannon pointed at the Repressior and fired, without missing.

The fuselage melted and the damage was terrible.

All our weapons were gone, the engines were damaged and we crashed. It was the end.

If we got out, they would pulverize us and we were trapped.

The Doom wouldn't stand a chance and one hit and it would be broken. And only the mental link between Waspy and the Black Fairy allowed us to warn them of the danger...

They had to go on to plan B: Hack into the back posts and contaminate the farthest colonies by laying eggs in the bellies of the enemies... A real Zerg job for Vespalians... It was the work of a wasp hunter in the end...

(a next volume will tell the annals of the Vespalian Swarm)

The Repressor was unrecognizable and punctured on both sides. It was a miracle that the deck and hangar had held up. Probably the thickness of the barrel guns.

There were fires on board and smoke filled the entire ship. We didn't even know if it was going to explode.

I looked at all my options... and there were only 2 left. Surrender and end up on ice and dishonoring my blood and my race... or die gloriously for Mother...

Darkia turned her head... to see that I was gone...

"HANNS!!! HANNNSS!! nooo!!! I love you... your promise to have little ones... but she fell back, supported by Kate who was also crying after me..."

I was in human form and a secret compartment allowed me to enter the useless weapon of the Repressor: The drill.. A weapon that would ram the ship and leave a deadly explosive charge... An ancient weapon for a space galley!!!

But the Repressor was out of the air, the weapon was useless...

I was enraged but I was also crying... I would have liked to hug Arnold and Louise once again... my two human children and also my dragonets... the worst thing is that we were so tired that we couldn't even think of giving them a name... So young and already so much suffering...

With all my magic, I propelled the spur towards Tyrant...

He fired...but the alloy was very hard, thick and contained all my magic...filled with rage. The rage of a super dragon .... the progenitor.

I then entered the Daimakan..smashing everything in my path, puncturing, tearing out engines and power circuits.

Even the Tyrant's throne room had collapsed.

He concentrated, held out his hand, and time began to turn back. The projectile unscrewed and returned to the Repressor.

The generals knelt before the almighty power of a god.

He breathed and the repaired ship rose again, positioning itself to finish off what was left of the Repressor.

Then he sat down in his throne, to savor his victory.

And he took his best glass of wine.

"To your health. Carnage."

Then, surprised, he heard the clapping of hands.

I was in the form of Hans...in my white kimono suit.

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP.

Dear Tyrant...as you can see...the dragons...especially those that will repopulate the universe after your reign will be far stronger and more intelligent than those you slaughtered...not to mention your act of cowardice that cost an entire race their lives.

Tyrant was no longer laughing.

He dropped his glass.

"How!" How are you not in the time loop? Tiamat was defeated and she was the only one able to escape with ENKA from this power...

He pushed a button on his throne and a monstrous sword came out vertically.

A flash of light later, I was in the form of a hydra and my invoked armor stuck to my vulnerable parts.

My tail grew and split into multiple whips, all ending in black swords.

My back legs grew and I assumed a bipedal stance.

My front legs ended up as oversized human arms with talons the size of spears.

I had 8 heads and the 7 secondary ones wrapped around the main one to protect it.

A transparent shield appeared on my left arm and a flail with 7 different colored balls appeared in my right hand.

A helmet... no, a helmet of brilliance appeared on my head.

I was as monstrous as a giant 25 meter atrociraptor.

The end of the shaft of the helmet was like a club made of intertwined blades and spikes.

Tyrant had lost his smile and was now focused on the worst opponent he had ever faced.

GROAAAAARRR!

And under the explosion of my aura... the ship fell into dust... with everything inside...

There was nothing left but steam..and Tyrant in front of me...

I saw that he was sweating... The God was finally afraid...

He also grew to my height and a duel began.

No time for magic.

He twirled his weapon

"You don't stand a chance... this splitting sword is the one that broke Tiamat!"

"And my flail is a soulblade! A spiritual weapon!"

It ignited with a primary fire of prismatic colors

The sword collided with the mass of the flail which stopped the blade!

But my tail whips came with the speed of sound and slammed into Tyrant's sword, who had to step back and saw a gash on his cheek.

He was bleeding!

Me: 'You are bleeding! so you can die!"

I was the very first one who managed to wound the god.

The wound closed instantly and I frowned.

Immediately, I blew ice, acid, lava and plasma fires from all 8 heads.

Burning Tyrant's hand, which regenerated just as quickly. But I wasted no time and swept the God away, but he jumped and arched his back.

My neck armor exploded an antitank plate that deflected the blade a bit but managed to cut off one of my heads...

A trickle of blood flowed from my throat.

I clenched my teeth and my shining palm shot out prismatic rays... That cut through the mountains behind Tyrant and turned the surrounding area into lava lakes.

Tyrant swung his sword to pull me back into the lava.

"Go back to hell, you monster of the abyss!"

"My hell... is you!"

And he was pawed in the chest and thrown several dozen meters to crash into a rock that exploded on impact.

Then I remembered my youth and the jousts of Hodège, the medieval fights where I had the second place against the experienced fencers thanks to my weapon of choice. I could have won first place if the judges had let me use my triple flail.

I had invented a technique based on my knowledge of Kung Fu before I started my medical and engineering studies...

"Hit with the edge and the balls follow...but when they bounce, their trajectories are unpredictable unless you know billiards..."

I was trying...

And with lightning speed, I slammed my mace against the sword and then fired with a sharp blow.

And... the sword of Tyrant came with his hand...

I tore off his hand and his sword...

I took it with my left hand...

"A beautiful sword...but...I am not fair... Not with you. Why would I do that for you???"

Tyrant turned a ring and a blinding beam attacked me... His hand was pushed away and he wanted to take his sword back. He did so, but he realized that the sword had pierced his heart. Yet he was holding the sword...

His face showed that he did not understand.

"Tyrant... I am also a mage and kung fu also uses illusions... you are holding your severed hand... The hand I was holding was your sword. Now taste your own medicine... I am a doctor myself...but I don't have a cure. Sorry."

Tyrant fell to his knees... "But how did you resist the temporal reset? My astral attack?

Then I snapped my talons, erasing my appearance.

I had 5 heads all of different colors...

Tyrant: "But...how??? I killed Tiamat. There is no more Tiamat in this world..."

Me:" IDIOT... I AM TIAMAT... the new TIAMAT.... !!!!!

No dragon or hydra or empire could have defeated you! But I can! Because... I am the true son of ENKA and the Emperor of the Electrons....

I snapped my fingers and the sky brightened, showing the stars...

"They are here.."

Tyrant paled, feeling his strength leave him. A god would not die so easily.

"Carnage scum... I will have my revenge... ....

But he didn't finish his sentence when a black hole invaded the sky and a shadow with eight heads slid down.

Then, like a balloon attracted by a hurricane, it was caught by the sky and disappeared at the bottom of the Enka gorge.

In front of mother's power and size, I knelt down and implored her clemency, remembering all the Tiamats in the eternal ice of her crystal palace.

"Mercy mother..., I did not fail... I return my divinity to you..."

Then Enka laughed.... "I have appreciated your offering...You have paid your Djizira...This is your world now...at last you will be its emperor when I have my little children in my hands..

The next moment, everything had disappeared... and... I returned in the form of a giant hydra to the Repressor.

They were all very afraid, nobody had recognized me.

I didn't know how to get back to my human size. I had evolved and I had to go into hibernation to get my powers back... well some of them.

"REPARO!"

And the engines of the Repressior and the holes in the hull were restored.

Kate: "It's him! but he's changed again... he's not Hans or Carnage..."

Darkia: "Yes, it's a Tiamat! He was really the son of the Destroyer... And she cried.

Darkia was very small in front of me but she was inside the ship. Which was too small for me...

I was exhausted, but I really wanted to hold my little ones and live with them for a human lifetime... and make up for all those lost years.

I started to pray to Enka... and begged her (and blackmailed her to reproduce) and... I was able to grow to my human size.

From space I could see a clawed thumb raised in encouragement.

Enka wasn't as bad as they said...well, it was relative...

And so we resumed our long journey home where everything had to be redone and rebuilt.