Digimon: Legend of the Holy Dragon 2

The Fate of the World

Interlude II

Note: This is the improved version of this chapter. The old version was uploaded accidentally. So this is the correct one.

The East Sector was still as pink as it was when the DigiKnights left it. Everything about it was pink - the ground, the trees, and the water - except for the sudden red and orange explosions that shook the earth. They came from a battle that erupted between two Digimon. The first was a Gargomon; a five-foot-tall humanoid rabbit with Gatling guns for hands and a chain of bullets over his shoulders. The second was Jagdmon, the viral robot on a mission.

The battle had reached its climax as Jagdmon attacked Gargomon with his Missile Barrage and Negatron Cannon. Gargomon tried desperately to fight back, but being a Champion he was outmatched by the Ultimate attacking him. The battle had gone on for only a few minutes, and he was already getting worn out, not to mention severely wounded. His left arm was dislocated, and Jagdmon's sword attacks had torn his long ears to shreds. Blood was seeping from his wounds down his dirty and sweaty body. Gargomon ran for cover panting, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he was taken down.

In contrast, Jagdmon was just warming up. Any bullets that hit him simply bounced off his teal and gold armor. The only things that were low were his missile supply and the energy for his Cannon. His red eye focused in on his target that had gone into hiding. The trigger-happy rabbit was not just a normal data source to him. Upon encountering him, Jagdmon instantly recognized him as the Terriermon that fought him in the Central Sector tournament all those years ago. He had easily defeated him then, but the wisecracking and insults he got were like scars to him. Gargomon wouldn't get away with it until he died like all the others.

Locking onto his target, Jagdmon fired a fully charged blast from his Negatron Cannon. The beam of green energy connected with the ground next to Gargomon, and the explosion sent him flying. Jagdmon flew over to the fallen Digimon and picked him up by his chubby neck. His eye met the black, terrified ones of Gargomon.

"Pplease let me go," he managed to say through the coughing up of blood. "I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Jagdmon asked, focusing his eye. "In that case," his eye suddenly opened up all the way as he yelled, "DIE!" He fired the Negatron Cannon at close range, the beam blowing through the chest of the victim Digimon. Gargomon didn't even have time to scream as he was instantly killed and turned into data, which Jagdmon immediately absorbed into his body. "Another thorn in my side removed," he chuckled to himself as he took off in search of his next victim.

Jagdmon was in a rush to gather as much data as possible. Ever since he lost to the DigiKnights – AGAIN – he realized that presently he wasn't strong enough to face them. He remembered the last battle he was in, fighting Master Dracomon and the other mysterious angelic, yet diabolic, Mega. He remembered both sets of eyes; Master Dracomon's – blood red and full of hatred for him; and the other's – blank and expressionless, which really freaked him out. Physically he was able to recover, but he'd never be emotionally. If he wanted to kill his rival and his pathetic friends once and for all, he had to evolve to his Mega form, and that meant absorbing all the data possible. Unfortunately, thanks to the destruction of the planet, sources were becoming scarcer and scarcer.

Suddenly, Jagdmon sensed a huge source of energy not too far away. It was unlike anything he had felt before. Whatever it was, it was powerful - and really dark. All the better, he thought to himself. He flew into the pink forest, avoiding the trees as he went. He stopped a short distance away from what appeared to be a portal. It was pure black, and it was larger than he was. The energy he detected came from within that dimensional rift, but he dared not to enter it. Just then, something came out of the portal. Jagdmon hid behind some of the trees, but still had his eye on whatever was appearing.

Jagdmon was able to get a good look at this creature, now identifiable as a Digimon. It was eight meters tall with a dog-like body and three serpent heads. The eyes were an unholy red color. The Digimon looked at its surroundings. "So this is what's left of the Digital World," it said in a dark voice. "Those DigiKnights think that they've seen the last of me, but they're wrong. If I'm not mistaken, they're probably obtaining the backup crystals to try and restore the planet. But they'll be in for a big surprise when I barge in on their plans." It laughed to itself before walking off.

Jagdmon looked on, both in surprise and in anger. So this Digimon knows about those humans and their partners, he thought. And he thinks that HE can kill them off? How DARE he even THINK of it! I'M the one who's destined to bring Vipermon down! I won't allow ANY interference during my quest for ultimate power! He brought out his Negatron Cannon and Sword of Fury and charged the mysterious Digimon.

He first tried to cut the Digimon in half with his Sword, but the creature suddenly disappeared, then reappeared several feet away. It was as if it felt his presence from the start, for it stared back at him with its snakeheads. This only made Jagdmon even madder, and he fired his Negatron Cannon. The Digimon simply raised a hand and deflected all the beams. He launched the missiles on his shoulder armor, and he saw that the stranger did nothing to retaliate. The explosion blew away the surrounding trees and covered the area in smoke and ash. Jagdmon flew back and scanned the area for any sign of the Digimon.

"Looking for me?" Asked a voice from behind. Jagdmon turned around quickly to find the stranger, not a scratch on him. Jagdmon's anger rose even higher as he slashed at the Digimon as fast as he could repeatedly. But no matter how fast or how many times he used his sword, the Digimon simply avoided the attacks, going in and out of vision. Finally, the Digimon had enough, grabbing the sword with its right hand. Jagdmon gasped at this feat, and he tried to pull his blade away. The stranger retaliated by breaking off the blade. He then proceeded to punching Jagdmon in the gut. A high kick sent the robot Digimon flying.

"It's about time I stopped fooling around," the Digimon chuckled. "Dissolving Beam!" Black orbs formed in its three mouths and were fired together as one enormous beam of energy.

Jagdmon wasn't about to give in that easily. "Negatron Cannon!" He fired a full blast from his gun. Green energy collided with black, and for the moment the contest seemed to be at a stalemate. However, the Digimon poured on the power, completely overpowering the Negatron Cannon attack. Jagdmon held up his shield to try and protect himself, but it instantly shattered. He was thrown back by the Dissolving Beam, crashing through several trees and hit the ground.

"FIRES OF HELL!" Shouted the stranger. Four columns of black fire erupted from the earth and combined into one. The attack was sent straight at the robot Digimon. Jagdmon got up just in time to be absorbed by the hellish fire tower. He screamed in pain as his paint was charred and his armor was breaking down. By the time the attack ended, he had devolved back to his Rookie form. All the while, the mysterious Digimon looked on, laughing at the chaos it had committed.

The battle over with, it walked over to see the results. The now-Zakumon was now a burning hulk. All of his body was either burned to a crisp or close to it. His right arm and left leg were gone, and what was left of his exterior armor looked ready to crack. Mech fluid flowed from out of the stumps and other wounds. His head was almost completely crushed. Amazingly, the stranger could still sense life from the body.

Impressive, it thought. Normally my attack would've killed this Digimon. But somehow, he managed to survive. He must have a strong will to overcome death itself. Wait, that's impossible...unless he's under the influence of one of my parasites. Yes...so one of them actually found a host that can produce results. All other candidates couldn't handle such infection. Perhaps I can use this pathetic robot to my advantage.

It picked up Zakumon by the neck and lifted him up so they could see eye-to-eye. The eye suddenly flicked to weak life, as if wondering why he was still alive. "What...are you...waiting for?" Zakumon managed to ask. "Kill me."

"Why would I do something like that, my servant?" The stranger replied. "Don't you realize whom you're talking to?"

"As a matter of fact...no. And I don't give a damn."

The stranger growled at this remark. "For your information, I am the Dark Lord, Desdemon! I am to be the future ruler of this world, and I will stop at nothing to claim what it rightfully mine! You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a simple Virus Digimon with no purpose."

Even though he couldn't move, Zakumon's anger rose. "You don't know squat about me! For YOUR information, I am Zakumon, soon to be the strongest Digimon on the planet! MY purpose is to prove to the planet that NO ONE can defeat me! Not YOU, and certainly not VIPERMON!"

"Vipermon?!" Exclaimed Desdemon. "Do you mean the Virus that fights with the DigiKnights?"

"What do you care?" Retorted Zakumon.

Desdemon dropped the robot and stared down at him. "Those fools stand in my way of conquest, and they are extremely powerful, but they don't stand a chance against my powers. I suppose you've fought against them on several occasions. But I also suppose that you've failed to kill them each time, since THEY STILL EXIST!"

"Only because they keep gaining power!" Zakumon yelled back. "If I want to defeat my rival once and for all, I NEED to gain my supreme form!"

Desdemon turned around for a moment to think. This Zakumon seems determined to get his way. He does have the potential, but it fails to say if he can do the job. Then again, he can help me get what I want - the death of the DigiKnights. Itturned to face Zakumon, who was still looking at it. "You want to gain your supreme form, eh? You'd need a lot of data to achieve it, and from the look on your face, you don't have it. But I can give it to you, and more!"

"What's the catch?" Zakumon said bluntly.

"You shall serve me in my Army of Death, and all of your fights from here on out shall be for me."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I shall kill you right here and now. In your state, you're of no use to me."

It was Zakumon's turn to think, now. I can't believe it! If I agree, I'll FINALLY be able to gain my most powerful form. That pathetic Vipermon won't stand a chance, even IF he merged with his flesh bag. When I'm done with him, the rest of his friends will meet a similar death...

But, if I do agree, I won't be able to fight on my own anymore. I'll have to take orders from this bastard. But then again, it'll kill me, and I'd never get my revenge!

In the end he said, "Okay. I'll join your Death Army."

Desdemon smiled. "Then feel the touch of HELL!" It fired a large beam of black energy at Zakumon. The robot Digimon flinched, but instead of feeling pain, he felt himself being repaired. He then felt new data flowing through him, and the false memories created by his unknown-to-him parasite flashed before his eyes. His fury rose beyond its peak, and he screamed as his body was re-formatted. A bright light filled the area, and Desdemon had to cover its eyes to escape blindness. When the light faded, it revealed a new and horribly powerful Digimon.

The new robotic creature stood roughly as high as Desdemon. The armor had completely changed, especially in color. It was now a dark red with black trimming, which gleamed eerily in the light. Engines were visible underneath his feet and leg armor, and two small jetpacks were placed under his shoulder armor. The main jetpack on his back now housed a pair of missile launchers, and two other rod-like structures stuck out underneath it. The head had gone through a makeover - it was now like a helmet, spreading out in the back. There were two crests; a long one that stuck out backward, and a U-shaped one over that, crowned by a rectangular emerald. The eye was now a dark green, but it still had the ability to glow blood red.

"Behold you supreme form, Sazabimon!" Desdemon announced. Sazabimon looked down to himself and admired his new look. He took time to experiment all of his movements, on the ground and in the air. The packs under his shoulders and his leg armor allowed for incredible maneuverability, and he could now fly at really high speeds. He practiced his fighting tactics with an imaginary opponent, and he was amazed by the speed of his attacks.

Sazabimon then materialized his weapons. His first was a long black rifle with red trimming, called the Fusion Rifle. He fired a shot into the air and recoiled from the enormous yellow blast that came from it. He tried grasping it with both of his hands and firing, finding it easier to control. The second was a simple sword handle, but when he flicked the switch, it became a bright yellow blade with a wide base and a thick everything else. He slashed the air with his Satan's Blade, satisfied with the power it possessed. He now felt that he had the power needed to bring down his opposition once and for all.

All the while, Desdemon looked on. "I now see that he does have the potential," it said to itself. "He will serve my purposes well, and he's just as expendable as the rest. When the time comes, I will be the only one who will be truly victorious."

Sazabimon landed by Desdemon. "I can't tell you how grateful I am for you giving me this power," he said in a deeper, darker voice than before.

"There's no need to thank me," Desdemon replied. "Now you have the power to kill off your opposition once and for all. Speaking of which, you should be off in search of those DigiKnights."

"Where can I find them?" Sazabimon asked.

"Knowing them, they'll have collected all the backup crystals by now. Go to the Crystal Shrine. You will meet them there. Now go, and KILL THE DIGIKNIGHTS!"

"Yes, sir," Sazabimon laughed. He took off like the wind in the direction of the Shrine. "VIPERMON!" He yelled. "TIME TO FACE YOUR FATE! YOU WON'T ESCAPE MY WRATH!"

Notes: This chapter was written by mario72486, my co-writer and creator of Rick, Vipermon and Zakumon.

To be continued...