Deception and betrayal must end in blood and killing.

Chapter 104

A loud and deep dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

The powerful, suffocating pressure spread out without any restraint.

Humans in the midst of warring and fighting instantly fell into an instinctive wariness.

They stopped their hands almost simultaneously and turned their heads towards the center of the power fluctuation.

Scarlet sparks floated and flickered in the thick, thick black ash that enveloped the dragon's silvery-white scales.

The golden-red pupils burned with an unquenchable flame, like a merciless god looking down on the world.

Shock, awe, panic.

Black emotions spread through the air.

In an instant, the battlefield was briefly plunged into a deathly, horrifying silence, like a dam that would collapse at the touch of a dike and swallow all living beings in a monstrous torrent.

The mercenaries clenched their weapons, their knees trembling under the terrible pressure, fighting the urge to retreat.

What's going on?

It was clear that the damn black-robed man had assured them that the dragon's human form would not awaken by the time they arrived!

Zhuo Fu fell to the ground.

As the closest human to the incident, he had witnessed what had just happened.

In the midst of the melee, the mercenaries' sneak attack caught them off guard, and it was a gruesome, unsurpassed massacre.

However, the mercenaries did not go after the non-combatant members.

Not kindness, more like disdain.

They knew that the group would not survive five minutes on the battlefield without protection.

Plus, they have more important, more urgent things to do.

The sharp point of the dagger glinted with a cold light, and descended ruthlessly.

"No ----" Zhuo Fu eyes wide, rushed forward.

The depths of his eyes reflected what was happening not far away.

The screen looks like it's playing in slow motion.

The searing fire in the blood, the mercenaries burning and screaming in the flames.

and ......

Dragon.

Just a few steps away from him, an intense wave of magic power exploded, and the slenderly built teenager turned into a terrifying dragon.

Too close.

It's just too close.

Close enough that he could smell the scent of fire and steel on the dragon, and feel the strong currents of air that rolled up as the other man's wings unfurled.

That dragon's roar brought up a strong earthly chorus.

Zhuo Fu fell to the ground dumbly, tilting up a miserable face with a dull and bewildered expression.

He could hear the roar in his head, the war cry as his muscles and bones rubbed together, but otherwise ......

Nothing.

He felt like he wasn't thinking about anything.

It's also as if the thinking is just too much and burns out the central processor in your head.

The first to react were the mercenaries.

One of the mercenaries picked up the dagger from the ground that had fallen on the floor when it hit the ground, his fingers trembling with extreme fear, but a mad light burning in his iron-gray eyes.

He leapt up and slashed his dagger into the dragon's back.

The dagger slashed along the hard silver-white scales, and a thin trail of blood appeared on the dragon's body.

Dragon's blood dripped down the gaps between the scales like a winding golden-red river.

The dragon let out a deafening roar.

Its wings flapped hard, and the mercenary was immediately lifted out, his spine slamming into the mountain wall beside Zhuo Fu, and he could even hear the sound of the mercenary's bones snapping above his head.

In the next second, the dragon looked in that direction.

"......"

Under extreme panic, the human body is unable to move.

Zhuo Fu shuddered as he locked eyes with the giant dragon, and he saw that there was an inhuman ferocity and cruelty in those reddish-golden vertical pupils.

The next second, it opened its mouth.

Raging, fiery flames capable of melting rocks rushed in.

Zhuo Fu subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for his impending death.

The charred smell of burning fire surged through the air, and he could hear the zippy sound of cracking flesh and skin, the mercenaries' miserable howls of pain and misery, and the brief seconds seemed to have been stretched into an entire century.

Zhuo Fu felt like he might have died.

Or it cycles back and forth between life and death several times until finally there is not a single remnant left.

But then he opened his eyes.

It was a hell of a picture in front of me.

Humans were reduced to ashes and dust floated in the air.

Stars and sparks burned in the ashes, radiating residual heat outward.

......

Alive?

I'm alive?

The thought rose in the depths of Zhuo Fu's mind, but it seemed so incomprehensible.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind himself.

The paramedics were hugging each other, shaking, shedding tears, and scared out of their wits.

But alive.

It was at this moment that a deep, long-distance vibration once again sounded from afar.

The dragon tilted its head, its golden-red pupils looking in a certain direction in the distance.

Zhuo Fu realized that he just heard the sound of the ground is not an illusion, the ground under the feet of the vibration is gradually becoming violent, the air filled with the smell of sulfur gradually become clear.

Engaging in most of your life's accumulated knowledge base automatically comes to the surface.

Zhuo Fu heard himself tearing his hoarse and broken voice and yelling in a mournful voice, "The volcano is going to erupt--run--"

Volcanoes in the Rossiter area are not unusual.

The depths of the volcano are extremely deep, hot cores of magic, burning and rushing all the time.

Theoretically, the fluctuation of strong magic power would cause an abnormal surge of magma, but the actual chance of that happening was extremely low.

But perhaps the appearance of the dragon caused a chain reaction - the volcano was about to erupt, and the hot lava would engulf an entire region.

*

Shi An felt as if he were suspended in a half-awake, half-dazed state.

He was vaguely aware of what seemed to be happening, but nothing much felt real, like his soul was floating outside his body.

It's almost as if he was summoned back in the first place.

Until the tip of the dagger sliced through the scaled armor and a sharp pain came.

Shi An now, as if suddenly awakened, he angrily killed his attackers and burned the disgusting ants.

Shi An hesitated and stopped before the flames touched the other humans.

But, in the next second, a strong, watched feeling came from the side.

That magic wave was just too familiar.

Shi An subconsciously turned her head in that direction.

Heavy volcanic ash pressed down like a heavy weight of living black smoke, shrouding everything in a shadow that could not be dispersed.

Searing gusts of wind wrapped in the scent of sulfur tore through the ash.

The man's slender, upright figure was shrouded in streaming clouds of smoke.

He took a step in that direction.

The hunting wind swept up the corners of his coat, as well as his long, quicksilver hair.

Mu Hang's face was frighteningly pale.

It was as if the snow of the extreme winter had no semblance of blood.

His pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and those cobalt blue eyes looked like ghostly fires burning in the darkness, with an icy hue that chilled the body all over, like knife blades that sliced through the thick smoke in front of him, and noiselessly lodged themselves in the not-so-distant gargoyle.

In his palm he held the long sword with its cold glittering light, the frozen transparent blade hanging low, dark red blood dripping down the edge and landing on the ground.

Mu Hang walks towards the dragon.

And it was at that moment that a rumbling ground rumbled beneath the ground.

It was like something was rushing, roaring, and thirsting for release meters below his feet.

The gargoyle tilted its head and looked toward the distant volcano.

Just then ......

Zhuo Fuuo's heartbreaking voice came from far away - "The volcano is going to erupt - run -"

This sudden turn of events caused Mu Hang to pause in his tracks.

In the next second, the silver-white dragon in front of him spread its wings, rolling waves of heat and dust and smoke were swept up, and the sound of flapping wings brought up a violent wave of sound.

The dragon flew.

It flew toward the smoke, the edges of its silver-white dragon wings cutting through the volcanic ash as its massive form was engulfed in an instant.

At that moment, the black-robed man's "cackle" sounded:

"The lava won't spread to this area."

"The dragon won't allow it."

The black-robed man smiled even more pleasantly, "But this act is not merciful, and it is by no means kind, but because its treasure is in this volcanic pit, with us."

"Your men won't die, so ......

Don't worry about chasing it."

The second half of his sentence was slightly upturned and carried a great deal of incitement.

The strongest of mankind delivered their hearts to their enemies, casting aside their pride until the lies and disguises were torn apart to reveal the brutal, bloody truth.

It's not just an insult, it's a betrayal.

--Deceit and betrayal must end in blood and killing.

All it takes is a little push and all the false peace will fall apart.

And our God finally and completely sees it.

It is hatred that is the deepest bond between these two races.

Only destruction is the ultimate destination of the entire world.

However, before the black-robed man could say anything else, a piercing silver aura suddenly pierced through the firmament, coming straight at him like a meteor that had suddenly exploded.

The black-robed man's pupils shrank as he hurriedly raised his weapon to block.

"Ka-ching-"

One of the ores on his wrist made a clear cracking sound, and a black and red vein disappeared from beneath his skin.

That small patch of young skin loses its elasticity and reverts back to its original dry, chapped appearance.

Mu Hang didn't say a word.

The depth of the pupil cold flame intense, pale thin lips pursed into a cold straight line, the face does not have half a bit of emotion, like a merciless marble statue, surrounded by a thick hostility.

Unlike just now, his attack was crazy and savage, wide open and vicious.

The blade of the sword let out a clanging sound, and the sword energy brought up harsh white lines in the dark and sticky air, leaving terrifying sword marks on the ground that were several inches deep.

It was extreme violence.

There was no emotion, only pure fury and killing intent.

The black-robed man had a hard time blocking and had to retreat back and forth.

"Ka!"

Purple-black crystals are strewn with cracks.

As if it had finally held up to its limit, it shattered at first in the horrifying waves brought up by the magical rush.

A black and red blood sprayed out of the black-robed man's mouth, and his entire body floated backwards like a kite with broken strings.

His clenched teeth and furrowed brow seemed to have not expected Mu Hang to be able to get the upper hand in such a situation.

I'm afraid I'm no match.

On the spur of the moment, he ripped another piece of crystalline from his wrist and crushed it with force.

Alchemical patterns rose beneath his feet, glowing scarlet under the powerful enchantment.

The black-robed man fled before Mu Hang's sword with its murderous aura struck again, leaving only a low, muffled laugh in the air.

-The bureau has been laid.

The rest is just waiting to be killed.

His figure disappeared into thin air.

Mu Hang stood solemnly in place, twisting his head towards the direction where the giant dragon had disappeared, his pair of chilling eyes transmitting a bit of heart-stoppingly terrifying color.

The tip of his sword dripped blood, as if he were a god of death.

*

Shi An heard the wind whistling in his ears.

He flew so high that he was already high above the thick black volcanic clouds below.

Not far away, one could faintly see the scarlet crater, which was currently spraying flames and black smoke outward.

What just happened was just too fast.

It always feels like, one second you're standing behind a pile of treasure looking up at the sky, and the next Shi An is transformed back into his original form, looking down at flames and corpses and ......

Shi An's flight slowed.

In his mind, Mu Hang's eyes flickered.

For some reason, he was suddenly a little sad.

Maybe it's because he won't be able to curl up in a nest made of human arms anymore, or maybe it's because he won't have any more ice cream to eat after he loses the Shi An identity ......

Shi An settled back, somewhat exasperated, and brushed that point aside.

Whatever.

If you don't have it, you don't have it.

In the future, he could find a lava vent to make a nest, that temperature was much warmer than humans, and he could just snatch back whatever he wanted to eat, he was strong anyway, so he might be able to have more ice cream to eat in the future.

Shi An flew in the direction of the crater.

Either way, the volcano can't erupt or that crater down there will surely be flooded.

His treasure is still there.

Other than that, there is absolutely no other reason.

After all, apart from the treasure, the rest of the things he cared about completely, not one iota.

Trying to suppress a volcano's eruption is much harder than catalyzing the process.

Shi An tried to press it back down at first, but he soon realized that this was nearly impossible to accomplish, so he changed tactics and began trying to dig into the rock with his claws, directing the searing magma to flow in the opposite direction of the crater.

The plan was finally complete after both of his paws were stained with volcanic ash, no longer visible in their usual silver-white color.

The crimson lava flowed with tangled gold, erupting from the crater and flowing down the pit in the direction of the Avon snowfield.

Hot magma collided with blue-white snow and ice, the magma gurgled and became charred and dry, the snowfields nourished and melted, and were frozen by the low temperatures, and more magma roamed again, and so on and so forth, until the volcano's violent eruptions became slow and gentle, until at last they were no longer any more threatening.

Shi An flapped his wings and stood at the crater.

He felt a sharp pain only moments before it fell.

"Ow!"

The dragon let out a cry of pain and hastily reared up.

He lowered his head and looked toward his right paw.

From the tips of his claws to the center, there was a deep, massive indentation across them, and the silvery-white scales were dripping with a mixture of blood and mud.

The magic-laden blood fell into the midst of the magma, instantly provoking another small eruption.

Shi An then vaguely remembered that he seemed to have held something sharp and hard in his hand when he first woke up, and this wound seemed to be left from that time.

But I don't know why, but I didn't feel much of it just now when I was digging into the rocks.

It hurts.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Shi An carefully blew into her paw.

The burning wind swept over the wound, and he couldn't help but shiver in pain and stifle the tears that soared out of his eyes.

Large tears fell from his eyes and he couldn't stop them.

The one-legged dragon buried his head in his wings, his tail wilted and drooped with a sniffle.

*

Zhuo Fu sat crouched on the ground in a grayish state, his face mingled with half-dried blood and dust, looking both bewildered and wretched, his eyes empty, as if he were a bereaved dog.

Behind him, the remaining Administration members were counting the wounded and disposing of the bodies.

And not far in front of him, Wen Yao was arguing fiercely with Mu Hang about something.

To be precise, it's Wen Yao who's arguing:

"...... Shi An's something we have to report, sir."

Her face was extremely ugly, as if she had been beaten severely, "I didn't expect that, for such a long time, the giant dragon has actually been hiding by our side, listening to our plans ...... No wonder our search for the giant dragon humanoid has not yielded any traces up to now, the principle of the light is just a principle of the dark. "

"This is a disgrace to the Administration, to humanity."

Wen Yao's voice was extremely cold and hard, and Zhuo Fu had never heard his opponent speak in such a terrible voice:

"You leave this to me, and I will liaise with my superiors."

Zhuo Fu was a little distracted.

Wen Yao's thoughts were all too normal, and frankly, so were those of everyone on the scene who witnessed that scene.

But ...... it is not they who most deserve this feeling of anger as if they have been betrayed, fooled, and insulted-...

Zhuo Fu raised his eyes and looked toward Mu Hang.

Mu Hang didn't say a word from the beginning.

His expression was as cold as ice and snow, and he carried an extremely terrifying hostile aura, but his face was devoid of any expression.

No matter how carefully Zhuo Fu scrutinizes, he cannot see what the other party is thinking.

As long as Mu Hang wanted to, he could control his emotions without letting anyone realize what was going on in his mind, and there was not even any trace that could be used for guessing.

Zhuo Fu also really can not guess.

Especially when the other guy is a dragonslayer ......

It was almost impossible for Zhuo Fu to imagine what Mu Hang was thinking right now.

"The Toki family must be thoroughly investigated, and on top of that, all places where Shi An has lived, so humans who are related to him, who have been touched by him, must be controlled-"

Wen Yao's voice sounded again, pulling Zhuo Fu back from his trance.

He staggered to his feet and walked forward, interrupting Wen Yao, "So according to you, shouldn't we all be under control?"

Zhuo Fu's voice was weak and dry, but with a rare seriousness.

Wen Yao was stunned and turned his head in Zhuo Fu's direction.

She frowned fiercely and said, "As a researcher, this is none of your business."

"Why does it have nothing to do with me?" Zhuo Fu asked rhetorically, "Didn't you just say you wanted to put me under control?"

Wen Yao Weedon.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhuo Fu shook his head, volcanic rock powder falling from between his hair like a shower of puffs of ash:

"Maybe it's because I'm an anarchist by nature, Libertarian, anyway, whatever you guys say, I think we should, maybe, keep this out of the papers for now ......"

Wen Yao's face became more ugly, "What do you mean?"

Zhuo Fu : "I mean ......"

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Wen Yao's harsh voice, "Zhuo Fu, don't tell me that you are now instead starting to empathize with that non-human? Even after being deceived with lies for so long?"

She stepped forward, an aggressive look in her brown-black eyes:

"I think you've stayed in the institute for too long, do you actually know how much damage a giant dragon is capable of doing to our world? How terrifying an earthly inferno it can create? So many of my men died-"

Zhuo Fu blinked and asked:

"Which one is the dragon burned?"

Wen Yao: "......"

She was suddenly stuck.

"Maybe we can come up with something better, maybe dragons are actually ......"

Zhuo Fu stopped himself from speaking upside down.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to cover his face, rubbing it hard.

Only after a few seconds did Zhuo Fu look up and say with some difficulty, "I mean ...... I don't know ...... ugh."

If he had been in his previous position, he would have agreed with Wen Yao's words two hundred percent.

After all, a giant dragon with terrifying power, a monster capable of turning two-thirds of the continent into scorched earth, would definitely be best for humans to eliminate.

Especially after he had witnessed the destruction that a giant dragon could cause.

Intense fear should have overwhelmed everything.

But ...... he turned his head and realized that he and all the medical staff were all safe.

The dragon's flames bypassed them.

If it is the monster that Wen Yao claims it is, all of its behavior in front of them is camouflage and deception, and it saved them from the eruption only to protect its own treasure.

So ...... why are you deliberately avoiding them?

Zhuo Fu couldn't figure it out.

However, he realized that when he couldn't help but think about this question, what came to his mind many times was not the huge, powerful dragon, but the lazy, pouty and smiling teenager.

It's really weird.

Eventually, both men turned their attention to Mu Hang at the same time.

Wen Yao took a deep breath and a look of exhaustion passed over her face as she said, "Sir, you make the decision."

Mu Hang raised his eyes to Wen Yao, his voice cold and low: "Don't report it."

Somehow, Zhuo Fu was relieved.

But the next second, he only saw the man in front of him slowly twist his head to look at himself, staring at him with those emotionless, almost cruel eyes, and extending his hand to him, "Shi An's bag."

Zhuo Fu froze.

He didn't expect Mu Hang to be so amazingly observant that he actually found him picking up that space extension pouch from where Shi An had just laid down.

Zhuo Fu sighed and handed over the bag.

The bag was handed over to Mu Hang.

Mu Hang dropped it to the ground and slowly drew the longsword at his waist.

Not a magic gel, but a real one, a sword used to slay dragons.

He picked open the pouch with the tip of his sword.

In the next second, the three demons scrambled out.

"What the hell happened, we were worried sick!"

"Yeah, yeah--"

The three demons got stuck at the same time.

They stagnantly looked at the tip of the long sword that stayed in front of them, shining with a cold and chilling light, and slowly raised their heads, looking toward the silver-haired man standing in front of them with a sword, full of fierce aura, and all of them were dumbfounded:

"........................... ..."

I grass.

I grass ？？？？？