Fairy Tales

Chapter 121

Wen Yao gropes his way through the fog.

Chaotic magic fluctuations came from all directions, and the magic detector hanging on his waist had already lost its effect, only emitting intermittent zipping sounds.

I don't know if it's because the fog is getting thicker and thicker around us, but Wen Yao is feeling dizzy.

What he saw in his field of vision gradually turned into heavy shadows, and a strong rusty odor filled his nose and mouth.

The thick white mist almost solidified.

There was a blanket of white fog in all directions, and it was impossible to see anything but more huge shadows skimming around, but it was impossible to catch their traces at all.

Wen Yao spits out a mouthful of bloody spit and closes his eyes.

His body was in its customary pre-fighting position, all the muscles in his body tense, like a bowstring ready to strike.

After losing sight, the other senses are enhanced and sharpened.

She listened quietly, feeling the air flow around her.

A breeze trickled gently through the back of his head.

-behind the scenes!

Wen Yao's eyes opened violently, his eyes swept with a stern color, and his blood-stained teeth clenched.

The action of the battle has been done thousands of times before, burned into muscle memory, and without a second's thought, it's all about aiming and pulling the trigger.

There was a brief momentary pause in that huge shadow.

A barrage of magic-infused ammunition poured out, the sound of gunfire echoing through the empty mist.

Wen Yao's eyes flashed with a look of shock.

Though every round in the magazine was straight and accurate into the shadows, her instincts told it--

Missed.

It all fell through.

What happened to ......?

Wen Yao grits his teeth and quickly changes ammo.

The empty clip fell to the ground with a dull, empty thud.

At that moment, a huge shadow not far away approached rapidly, and then suddenly split into several completely different shadows!

Wen Yao could see that the shadow was also a mist, but it was thicker than the surrounding area, and even had a concrete shape, like a huge flying insect or a bat with spreading wings, with hollow eye sockets visible in the white mist, and a strange and crazy light flashing as it swooped down on Wen Yao from all directions!

Wen Yao's heart sank.

The demonic creatures in front of them looked like countless smaller creatures densely crowded and entwined together, as if they were swarming like bees, and although they possessed a solid body, neither the blades nor bullets were able to hurt them in the slightest.

She felt a pang of despair.

It was at this moment that the white fog in front of him somehow came to a violent halt.

The fog was like a thick curtain that no light could penetrate, but for some reason, a little golden-red shimmering light lit up behind the chaotic, viscous semi-liquid.

Wen Yao was stunned.

She thought at first that it was her eyesight, but, after blinking, the golden red color became clearer and more vivid, as if it could burn her eyeballs, and began to spread and spread rapidly.

The sea of fog around him surged furiously.

An indescribable screeching sound rang in Wen Yao's ears, like thousands of bugs rubbing their wings, mournful, shrill, as if countless needles were stabbing at her from every direction.

Wen Yao couldn't help but raise his hands to plug his ears and arch his back so as to block the horrible sound wave.

It was only a matter of seconds before Wen Yao came back to his senses, only to find himself in a sea of flames.

Boiling lava flowed beneath his feet, burning as if it possessed life.

The air was distorted by the heat, and amidst the mournful screams, the mist was consumed bit by bit, ignited, and fled into the distance.

Wen Yao froze and dropped his hand, tilting his head.

In the rare clear sky flew the silver-white dragon, its beautifully curved wings unfolded, the firelight reflected on its cold and hard scales, and its pair of golden-red red pupils looked down on the humans on the ground, looking ancient and beautiful, with a kind of ghastly charisma that captured the hearts and minds of the people.

In that moment, Wen Yao felt as if his heart had stopped for a moment.

"These mists won't pose much of a threat to humans for a while."

The dragon fell slowly, burning flames reflected in its vertical pupils, "Mu Hang is waiting for you outside."

Wen Yao looked fixedly at the huge dragon in front of him.

After a long time, she spat out two short words in an arduous manner:

"...... Thanks a lot."

When she finished speaking, she wiped away the blood dripping from her mouth and nose, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the mist that was becoming shallow.

Wen Yao can't stay long.

After all, she still had to find her companion, who had been separated in the jungle, before the fog rose.

Shi An withdrew her eyes and looked in the direction where the magic fluctuation came from.

Not far from where he landed was a chasm the width of his hand.

Wisps of purple mist spread out from it, and the demons in the mist that had just been burned out by the flames slowly began to gather once again.

There was something familiar about the scent.

Shi An lifted her claws, the sharp tips of her claws ripping through the crack.

Only to hear a "click" sound, the entire piece of ground were brought up, revealing the lavender color spell formation below.

In the center of the spell was a crumpled, dried up, half-deformed piece of limb.

The lines of scales could be vaguely seen in between, as well as the sharp tips of the claws.

Shi An was startled, and his thin, narrow pupils subconsciously dilated.

It's a dragon's stump.

Half a claw tip, to be exact.

In that moment, Shi An suddenly understood something.

Dragons are honored by their strength.

A dragon that would be killed by another race could only mean that it was simply too weak, and death was where it deserved to be.

At the time of a dragon's death, the dragon flame within them goes out of control and burns from the inside out, and such a cremation is able to free the dragon's soul from the confines of its flesh//body.

Unless ...... is treated and crafted with special spells.

It is able to prevent cremation and preserve the dragon's body, including the powerful magic contained within, intact for use in a wide variety of experiments and spells.

But a dragon whose body is desecrated in this way will have its soul bound to the continent forever, and will not be able to leave to enter the other world.

It's an insult.

The silver-white dragon lowered his eyes, a wisp of anger rising in the bottom of his eyes, turning to ignite the golden-red pupils of the dragon-like eyes in an instant, and fiery flames wrapped in raging power spewed out from his mouth.

But in just a moment, the limbs in front of him were annihilated in flames.

Shi An was able to feel the power of the unfamiliar dragons pouring into her body.

It was a young, probably only a few thousand years old, fire dragon, and for a brief moment the remnants of that soul made contact with his magic, and a pale red wisp of smoke rose.

Perhaps sensing its long-lost kin, it circled Shi An's pawtips once, then slowly dispersed into the sky

Shi An, however, did not feel much pleasure in regaining her strength.

Shi An looked up.

He could hear the distant and subtle cries of the souls imprisoned in the remnants of the fire dragons that were scattered in the middle of the continent.

It's wailing in sorrow and joy at the same time.

--For the first time, after tens of thousands of years of tormented oblivion, its cry for help was heard by one of its own kind.

The silver-white dragon tilted its head and let out a mournful keening.

*

Zhuo Fu, inside the Institute, heard the instrument's alarm.

The magical fluctuations on the screen broke through the limit with a piercing buzz and screech, and the entire lab was shrouded in a deep red light.

What?

What, what's going on?

Zhuo Fu stumbled over to the console and was about to fumble for his communicator to call Mu Hang, but, before he could dial the other party's number, a call with higher authority was urgently inserted into it.

The serious face of the Director of Administration appeared on the screen:

"There's an emergency meeting at the top, come on."

Zhuo Fu froze, "What happened?"

"The dragon has appeared." The Director of Administration threw down four words succinctly before cutting off the video feed.

Zhuo Fu was shocked.

Grass.

What's going on?

Is there a problem with Mu Hang?

He hurried toward the conference room on the top floor of the Administration while trying to reach Mu Hang.

But Administration, having suffered a loss in the previous mole incident, apparently took a series of precautions, including isolating the signal of the entire building in case of emergency, so that Zhuo Fu could not dial the other side's cell phone at all.

"...... Shit."

Zhuo Fu gritted his teeth and cursed, pushed the door and walked into the conference hall.

All the rest are here except Mu Hang.

Or rather, they haven't had time to leave yet.

The eight people in front of the table all looked grave, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"What happened?" Zhuo Fu asked.

But no one answered his question, so he had to sit down in his place full of doubts.

While this was happening, images emerged from an entire wall of the conference hall.

It wasn't an image coming through any communicator, but was conducted directly by magic.

A huge silver-white dragon appeared in front of the crowd, the pair of red-golden vertical pupils lit up with an undying fiery flame for eternity, and even though it was thousands of miles away, it still made all of the humans present breathe and instinctively have a desire to retreat.

Zhuo Fu could feel a nameless fear festering in his heart.

He had seen all manner of gargoyles over the course of time.

Those in battle, those sleeping peacefully, those lounging in the sun, and even those lying in Mu Hang's arms and pampering themselves.

But he's never seen ......

Such an angry dragon.

"Human."

The gargoyle spoke:

"Out of the goodwill towards the human world that has accumulated since I awakened from my slumber, I offer you a deal before I set your world ablaze with dragon flames."

"First, some of my treasures are in your possession and they need to be returned to their rightful owners.

Secondly, I believe that a hundred meters below the surface of your Administration there is a Fire Dragon skull imprisoned by a powerful spell, give it to me."

He gazed at the crowd in front of him with those flaming eyes, as if they could penetrate steel, walls, flesh//bodies, and directly ignite the human soul:

"In exchange, not only will I not destroy your world, I will even mercifully help you destroy all the prohibitions.

If you refuse my offer, my last patience with humanity will run out.

Of course, the ban I will still break.

But the first point I will no longer observe, and the dragon's flames will come down with the wrath."

The dragon paused, thought of something, and continued:

"As well, I will rob one of you as a trophy."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

He had a sudden ominous feeling in his heart.

"From this day on, Mu Hang will be all mine."

The premonition was fulfilled.

The crowd in the conference hall was in an uproar.

"We can't agree to its demands, it's an insult to human dignity!"

"This condition is not acceptable ......"

"How did it know the skull was there?"

"It's a threat! A naked threat!"

"If you ask me, let's take this to Chief Mu ......."

"Right! He's of the Dragon Slayer bloodline, he'll definitely kill the dragon and nip this threat in the bud."

"As for those prohibitions, hand them over to the Combat Section under Chief Mu, there's bound to be a way ......"

Zhuo Fu looked at the conference hall in front of him and suddenly had an extremely absurd illusion.

It's almost like a fairy tale that ...... read as a child.

An evil dragon steals the princess and threatens to burn the kingdom to the ground.

I can't say it's not related, only exactly the same.

The Administrator spoke up, "In that case, let's vote on it."

With nine people in total, it's impossible to tie the vote.

With the exception of Zhuo Fu, who abstained, all eight voted against the motion.

"In that case, the decision was made by all of us ......"

Before the Director of Administration could finish his sentence, the screen suddenly cut into a signal again.

After a brief fluctuation, the silver-haired man appeared on the screen, a pair of blue eyes cold and indifferent, looking over wordlessly.

"Officer Mu! We were worried that we couldn't contact you ......"

Before the Secretary for Administration could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mu Hang.

The other man's voice was low and calm, an understatement:

"I vote yes."