No doubt about it. It's the dragon.

Chapter 103

While the members of the Administration were busy, Shi An slowly made its way around to the back edge of the crater.

Brilliant and glittering gold and precious stones piled up into very high peaks, casting deep shadows on the ground.

He tilted his head and looked upward.

Thick volcanic ash condensed into mountainous clouds that piled up darkly overhead, with faint flashes of firelight flickering between the dark shadows.

The sweltering temperatures were stacking up, and the smell of sulfur was thick in the air.

Human chatter could be faintly heard in the distance.

Shi An retracted his eyes.

I don't know if it's because he lowered his head too fast, but he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

A golden heavy shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

"......" Shi An blinks, shaking her head slowly.

...... strange.

He took two slow steps forward, and raised his hand to press it against the pile of treasure before him.

There was a clash of metal, crisp and pleasant, and bright flashes of light crashed down past him, to his feet, to the ground, but the sound grew distant.

The sight was tinted with large patches of golden red and silver light.

Shi An wrinkled her brow.

It's like a heavy hammer hitting deep in the back of your head, making a thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.

It was as if a special ingredient was at work in the air, whispering and murmuring silently.

The teenager's long black eyelashes slightly drooped, his pupils shrunk to the size of pinpoints, and crimson, as if a flame-like golden aura spread in the bottom of his eyes, gradually devouring the blackness.

He took another step forward.

It was as if my knees had lost their strength, and my legs had become so soft and weak that I was unable to support the weight of my body at all.

It's going to fall.

A vague thought flashed through Shi An's mind, but before she could catch it, the scene in front of her suddenly turned upside down, like an overturned paint palette, and all the blocks of color began to fall apart, eventually turning into indistinguishable blurred edges.

"Wow!"

The pile of treasure was knocked over, and the crisp sound of metal pouring out rang out, distant and faint in the large crater.

But Mu Hang, not far away, seemed to sense something.

Subconsciously stopping his layout, he craned his head in the direction from which the sound had come, and then caught the moment when Shi An collapsed.

At that moment, it was as if the passage of time slowed down.

Mu Hang's pupils suddenly tightened.

The body is on the move before it realizes it.

Skillfully compressing space, he took two large, hurried steps and moved to Shi An's side almost in the next second.

The teenager collapsed onto the pile of treasure, his slender form looking fragile compared to the mountain of gold behind him, as if he would be swallowed up in the next second.

Mu Hang's brow furrowed as he took the first opportunity to pick Shi An up and gently gather her into his arms.

His lips pursed into a straight, cold line, and he looked fixedly down at the other man--

Only saw that the teenager's eyes were tightly closed, his face seemed to be as pale as paper, and his soft hair spread out with the change in posture, outlining a clear jaw line, making him look more and more frail and helpless.

"Shi An?"

Mu Hang whispers the teenager's name.

He quickly removed one of his own gloves and stroked the other's forehead and cheek with direct palm contact.

Shi An's skin was cold and soft, without a trace of sweat, as if it were a lifeless marble.

Wen Yao did not expect that the officer would suddenly cut off the tactics while talking them up in general, and the whole person would disappear in an instant.

Even she couldn't help but freeze for a couple seconds.

Wen Yao quickly returned to his senses and walked quickly towards where the commotion had come from.

She parted the crowd and marched up to Mu Hang.

Wen Yao was also slightly startled at the sight of Shi An's unconscious, pale face:

"What, what's going on here?"

Mu Hang frowned and shook his head wordlessly as he pressed his fingertips against the teenager's neck and probed the other's pulse.

Pale green veins were erect and pumping blood under the pale, soft skin.

The jump speed is fast and seems to be trending faster.

Wen Yao turned around and shouted, "Where are the EMTs? Come on!"

Soon, the paramedics accompanying the team hurried in, and they were about to take Shi An from Mu Hang's arms, but were deterred by the cold look in his eyes:

"That ...... sir ......"

With some difficulty they said, "We'll have to double check ......"

Mu Hang took a deep breath and pressed down the hostile air that was gradually overflowing under his eyes.

Slowly, he released his grip and laid Shi An flat on the urgently constructed first aid bed, then stood up.

As Mu Hang's direct subordinates, the members of Administration were really surprised.

Although Mu Hang has never hidden his particular attitude towards Shi An, especially the unapologetic contact in the corridors of the previous Administration, which almost spread rumors throughout the whole Administration.

Despite this, they still couldn't help but suck in a breath of cool air when they actually witnessed the scene in front of them.

It turns out that the always cold and arrogant officer can actually be deeply affected by a person ......

It's really incredible.

Mu Hang turned to the paramedics and asked, "How's it going?"

"Well, vitals are stable."

The paramedic took off the testing equipment and wrinkled his brow in some confusion, "But it's hard for us to say exactly why we're unconscious and when we'll wake up, we may need to run further tests ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mu Hang.

The man's voice was low and cold, with a hint of unsympathetic arbitrariness, "How long will it take?"

"Half an hour." The paramedic estimated.

Mu Hang nodded, "Okay, I'll give you half an hour."

He raised a pair of cold, blue eyes toward the rest of the Administration members, "Return to your posts."

All of the Administration members could not help but feel a shiver down their spine.

The usual Mu Hang was scary enough, now it's literally twice as scary.

"Yes ...... yes!"

They hurriedly turned away as fast as they could and returned to their original posts.

In the following hours, Wen Yao could clearly sense Mu Hang's absent-mindedness.

During the period of cold and efficient work, the man in front of him was always glancing intermittently in the direction of the makeshift medical office, and his eyes swept down to the watch on his own wrist, focusing on the time more and more frequently.

The half-hour deadline seemed long and hard.

With a little bit of time passing, this point in time was finally reached with great difficulty.

Mu Hang made a gesture of repose and trailed off:

"Excuse me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked in the direction of Shi An.

There are no conditions for medical tents here, so only open-air testing and treatment is available.

The teenager's eyes were closed and he lay quietly on the narrow bed.

Mu Hang's eyes lingered on Shi An's body for a brief moment before drawing back and looking towards Zhuo Fu, who was standing on the side:

"How?"

Zhuo Fuuo frowned tightly and shook his head, "Physically there is no problem, it is very likely that the reason is magical, after all, what is piled up here can be thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years of treasure, in which it is likely that there are some magical props, perhaps Shi An mistakenly touched something, but the facilities here are really too simple, according to the conditions that are already in place, I'm afraid that it is also very difficult to ......"

He was just in the middle of his sentence when he was cut off by Mu Hang:

"I know."

The man narrowed his silver eyelashes slightly and spoke, "I'll be taking him out next, so I'll leave you and Wen Yao in charge here."

Zhuo Fu froze, "Wait wait wait ......?"

Mu Hang didn't give him a chance to retort, but calmly stepped forward and bent down ready to pick Shi An up.

In fact, a strange feeling had arisen in his heart since Shi An had fainted just now.

Dark, brooding, ominous.

Mu Hang is not sure where this feeling comes from.

It was as if something deep in his soul was burning, stirring, fiercely urging him to do something.

Otherwise ......

Something's gonna happen.

Exactly what it was, Mu Hang didn't know, but he could clearly feel his blood boiling and screaming.

It distracted him from focusing.

But, at the end of the day, the only clear thought left in the mind was-

Nothing can happen to Shi An.

Mu Hang leaned down, and just as he was about to pick up the other's in his arms, there was a sudden commotion from outside.

His eyes went cold and he raised his eyes to look behind him.

Strong magical waves were rapidly approaching, coming from all directions in this direction.

At that moment, Mu Hang's communicator rang.

Wen Yao's urgent and intermittent voice came from the microphone, "Sir! ...... We're being attacked, it's mercenaries-"

Mu Hang lowered his eyes, his eyes falling on Shi An's face.

The other man's expression remained peaceful, his pale face like the first snow about to melt, oblivious to the commotion going on outside.

He took a deep breath and touched the teenager's face with his fingertips, then quickly withdrew them.

Mu Hang looked to the combat squad leader standing by and ordered coldly and succinctly:

"Protect him."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outward, a cold and icy sword blade emerging from his palm that hung down at his side.

The mercenaries, accustomed to killing, surged towards the crater, quickly tangling with the members of the Administration below.

As the core force of the mercenary group, these mercenaries already had extraordinary strength, and at this moment, they were even more driven by the interests and became crazy, the power and wealth symbolized behind the dragon almost exceeded the imagination of all human beings, and was so huge that it was capable of dashing anyone's mind - the monstrous power and interests were just a step away from them, and the eyes of the mercenaries were burning with extreme greed and desire. The mercenaries' eyes were burning with extreme greed and desire, charging forward recklessly as if they never knew how to get tired.

Although Administration members are equally battle-hardened, their resistance is especially difficult when faced with such an enemy.

Not far from the volcanic crater.

The black-robed man stood at the top of the pit, looking downward with cold eyes.

He watched the humans greed, madness, killing and killing each other, and a smile hidden in the darkness slowly widened.

The black-robed man's eyes chased the stream of blood below.

Those hot human blood spattered out and flowed on the ground, sizzling with the heat and making a zippy sound.

Yet, it was as if some invisible force was pulling and dragging in the underworld.

Crimson streams flowed at the feet of the fighting humans, dipping a little into the underside of the treasure pile.

That golden glittering pile of treasure looked more and more splendid and beautiful after being drenched in blood, and looking down from above, the position of the Abyssal Stone looked random, but it was vaguely able to complete the shape of a spell formation.

It's craving, and it's spawning blood.

The black-robed man smiled in satisfaction.

That's right, the treasure in this volcanic crater is not the ones the mercenaries looted from the Avon District, but the ones they laid out.

From the beginning, his goal was to draw Administration and the mercenaries together and have them kill each other.

Only enough fresh, fiery blood, filled with fear and insatiable desire, can complete this ancient spell.

And it was at that moment that the man with silver hair and blue eyes appeared.

It's Mu Hang.

His strike was decisive and vicious, ruthless and calm, extremely efficient and simple, that overwhelming power gap instantly and forcefully changed the battlefield, while the blood in the neck cavities of those humans who died at his hands was just flowing horizontally on the ground, half attracted into the spell.

It seems that it is now necessary to intervene.

The black-robed man slowly pulled out ten black and purple crystals from his pocket, which had been simply cut with magic to resemble circles-

These were the very things he had brought out of the earlier abyssal rift.

The black-robed man slowly slipped the crystals onto his wrists one by one on either side of himself, black and red veins swelled beneath his skin like some kind of ugly reptile, bulging and snaking through his musculature, his dry, wrinkled skin becoming vibrant and resilient once more as powerful magical fluctuations spread out from his body.

Below, Mu Hang's eyes narrowed sharply.

He raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sense of danger had come.

In the next second, the attack wrapped with strong abyssal magic power broke through the air and came down hard with a force that was almost capable of crushing a human's internal organs.

Mu Hang raises his sword to block at the first opportunity.

The clanging sword sound resounded throughout the volcanic pit.

The ground shattered and sank deep under the intense pressure, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from under his feet, the hard, dark ground crumbling as if it had been bombed.

A few mercenaries not far from Mu Hang were caught off guard and came within range of the attack.

Their skulls made a crackling and popping sound, their eyes squeezed out of their sockets from the pressure of that cold magic, bleeding from all seven orifices, and after stumbling forward two steps, they planted themselves on the ground and lost their breath.

Mu Hang slowly raised his eyes.

On a pale and cold face, his eyes looked like they were burning with ice-blue flames.

He looked to the black-robed man in front of him.

The lower half of the black-robed man's face was similarly covered in black and red, twisted veins, and his greenish-white lips curled and pulled back to the sides in an insanely terrifying smile.

Mu Hang grunts his opponent away with a flick of his wrist, and his entire body lightly leaps backward, pulling away.

He narrowed his eyes:

"It's you."

"Me?" The black-robed man repeated in a hoarse, age-inaudible voice:

"No, it's us."

He said slowly "We have no names, we have no identities, we are everywhere, we are everything, we are the same person and we are hundreds of others, everyone you have ever met has been me and many more you are about to meet will be me."

The veins in his face were fiercely erect, and his voice became progressively more frantic and unhinged:

"You know, we have waited for hundreds of years. Just to wait for this day, for the fantasy species from the ancient past to shower the world with pure flames, for the purification of sin, for a glorious rebirth-"

The black-robed man said as he attacked even more frantically.

Magic fluctuations swelled wildly in the air, colliding like a hurricane wrapped in a powerful force.

No one dared to approach the area around the duo.

Mu Hang frowned.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in the body of the black-robed man in front of him, forcefully energized with a strong desire to destroy, and he could even hear the sound of the other party's internal organs shattering under the overload.

However, the black-robed man acted as if he didn't feel the seem and still attacked frantically.

His voice was harsh in the howling wind, "...... And then, do you know what our Savior, answered?"

"It refused."

It's a calling they've been preparing for centuries.

Secretly accumulating power, he manipulates the Toki family and even the birth and growth of the human Shi An.

From its inception, the human Shi An was a doll in their hands.

His 0magical talent, his pain, his sadness, his despair, all of it was secretly monitored, even maliciously created by them.

They patiently guided, waited, and then delivered the solution to this human teenager when he broke down.

A box.

The fiend inside ate a book before catching it inside.

This book was their pick.

And driven by its hunger instincts, it will give the only solution of them to the human Shi An.

Next up is Shi Rui.

They used this pawn to foster the dragon's hatred and enmity towards humans.

However, when they proposed extinction to the dragon, the dragon refused.

Rejected!

After two massacres by the gargoyles, not many of their members remained.

But the pawns they had planted in the Administration were still there, and so they heard the rumors, the whispers that spread without restriction.

So they knew what had happened to the dragon.

"It's you, it's your fault for allowing this perfect, ruthless, cruel symbol of power and divinity to be poisoned and polluted by you filthy, cowardly, ignorant worms-"

The black-robed man's voice was vicious and mournful.

Mu Hang frowned.

In the moment of distraction, a thin gash was sliced across his pale cheek by a wind blade.

Scarlet blood dripped down, looking especially wickedly gaudy on his cold, pale face.

His voice was extremely cold and muffled:

"What do you mean?"

A strange sense of unease grew deep in his heart.

It was as if an invisible hand had opened up and slowly squeezed his heart and started pumping choking venom inward.

The black-robed man "cackled".

Like crazy.

"It's okay, it's normal that you can't understand."

"Because this undeserved phenomenon will end today, completely cut off.

I will show it the real and ugly side of the world.

Humanity in its, truest and ugliest form."

"Greed and Viciousness."

The black-robed man's eyes fell on the mercenary.

Slowly, he dropped his eyes to Mu Hang, slowly, meaningfully:

"Betrayal and Anger."

Mu Hang's voice became cold and harsh, like a sharp blade of hardened ice, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

The black-robed man cackled out.

"It's obvious that I have so much power that I could kill all of your team members, but do you know why I have to fight you?"

There was an undisguised pleasure in his voice, "To hold you back, of course."

"Shh, wait, it's almost ready."

The black-robed man's attack was even more terrifying and frantic, as if he didn't care about his own slowly collapsing body, all for the sake of dragging Mu Hang in place:

"Voila--"

He looked behind Mu Hang.

Mu Hang's pupils clenched, and he jerked his head toward his back.

All of the fighting members of the Medical Branch are dead, except Shi An, who is alone, lying unconscious in his bed.

A group of heavily armed mercenaries were approaching him.

*

Seeing the black-robed man holding Mu Hang back, Xu Feng began to command a team of mercenaries and acted according to the previous plan.

In the well-protected hinterland, they could see the slender form of the unconscious teenager.

Intense greed burned at the back of his mind.

That's him.

That's the dragon.

The dragon is ours.

The group of mercenaries carried scent-obscuring gems that ensured that they could sneak closer in the middle of a battle without being detected by Mu Hang.

They don't need to attract the attention of Mu Hang in this case.

The goal of this battle has always been clear.

It's dragons, only dragons.

The rest is all smoke and mirrors.

Soon, they finally approached the place.

After a melee, most of the crew died, and the medics and researchers who were incapable of combat were mercilessly and rudely shoved aside to cower in a corner.

In the end, only the unconscious human teenager remained still.

His face was pale and serene, as if he had fallen into a dream from which he could never wake up.

The mercenary in the lead pulled out a dagger from his arms, with a crazed greed on his face.

Made of special ores, the magically-enhanced metal appeared pitted and rough, but the tips were sharpened and shiny.

All this was reflected in Mu Hang's eyes.

His pupils narrowed to pinpoints as an angry, cold and cruel roar spilled from his throat:

"No--"

The black-robed man was caught off guard by the other party's sudden outburst of powerful force, and immediately thumped back a few steps.

He was obviously very surprised, not realizing that Mu Hang could actually tear through the magical web he had woven--

However, the black-robed man did not go after them.

He stood still, folding his hands into his sleeves, a grimly quick smile on his face:

"It's okay, it's enough."

The pile of treasure behind them had drawn enough blood to color half the crater blood red.

The sharp dagger fell straight down between them, stabbing the teenager steadily in the heart.

The passage of time seemed to change in an instant, slow, sluggish, each second seeming like a century.

It was at this moment that the teenager suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of golden ruddy, inhuman vertical pupils.

Splendid and scorching, like a flame burning in the darkness, the pupil was thin and narrow, like a sharp blade that cut through the darkness and sliced into the blazing flames, carrying a terrifying pressure from the distant past.

He clutched the dagger just before the sharp blade was about to tradition his chest.

The sharp blade sliced open his palm, and golden-red blood dripped down, as if it contained a strong flame.

The moment he came into contact with the other's blood, the mercenary let out a mournful, miserable howl.

The voice was extremely terrifying, and the pain contained within it seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul.

His entire body began to burn.

It was as if the flame possessed life, wrapped in a powerful and terrifying demonic pressure, engulfing all the mercenaries beside him in an instant, like a beast that could never get enough, hungrily feeding on human life.

The flames that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years throughout the continent burned uncontrollably.

Reflecting the red of the releaser's face, it leapt silently in the depths of the other's thin, narrow vertical pupils.

In the next second, silvery-white scales began to emerge on the teenager's white and soft cheeks.

It was hard, sharp, and shimmered with a metallic-like sheen.

The dragon scales spread rapidly.

It started below his eyes and extended deeper into his neck until it covered every inch of skin.

That originally harmless and beautiful face alienated towards inhumanity, becoming dangerous and evil, like a monster from ancient legends, bringing up a subconscious panic and trembling, an instinct deep in the soul when confronted with a top predator.

"Stab-"

The clothes on the back were torn.

Huge silver-white dragon wings spread out behind him.

The place where the teenager had previously stood was replaced by a terrifying monster.

Huge, beautiful, brutal, evil.

Overhead it was dark and dreary, shrouded the sky in volcanic ash, smoke and sparks floating in the air as if it were a visualization of the breath of fear.

It craned its neck and let out a deafening roar.

No doubt about it.

It's the dragon.