Death and blood, glory and hate.

Chapter 129

Shadows fall, and time seems to lose its meaning.

Past, future, present.

The three units of time are intertwined and cannot be prioritized.

Ancient instincts came rushing in with unchecked and strong impulses, like huge waves swept up by a gale, while reason itself was like a canoe, rocking, tilting, and rolling helplessly in the storm, pushed deeper and farther into the darkness, until at last it was broken by the waves, and nothing but driftwood was left to float on the dark surface of the sea.

This longing flows and rushes through the bodies of all creatures.

The rarer and more powerful the bloodline, the harder it is to resist.

Dragons and Dragonslayers.

It was a repulsive force that came from blood and bone.

The aura coming from each other was so familiar, for tens of thousands of years, they had killed each other, slaughtered, fought, without stopping, without being born, this was the instinct that flowed from their bones and blood.

Bathed in each other's blood, proud to step on each other's bones.

It's a drive that transcends biology, a magical binding that originated in the distant past.

It was like dancing on the tip of a knife, or kissing a sharp instrument.

It was like embracing a beast, whose sharp teeth would snap his throat the next second.

It's like walking on the edge of a cliff, where the slightest misstep can be fatal.

Danger came from each other's bodies, souls warred, trembled, warned.

It was like cold blades against each other's throats, bringing the fury of seeing blood, but instead of that, it was hot lips, wet kisses, ferocious nibbling and hugging.

Silver-white scales climbed up the side of the teenager's face, his neck.

Mu Hang can see his own reflection in the other's eyes - golden-red pupils, like a blazing fire that has burned from eternity to the present day.

He could feel the other man's tail wrapped tightly around his waist.

Slowly twist and tighten.

Cold, hard scales cut through the skin, bringing a hidden pain.

Beneath the scales were powerful muscles, and Mu Hang knew all too well that the force contained in the other man's tail was enough to strangle bone, crush flesh and blood, and cut a grown man off at the waist, letting the white bones penetrate his chest and lungs, and letting air-filled bubbles of blood spill over the corners of his lips.

How deadly.

Mu Hang himself knows only too well what a dragon can do.

He had read too many books, consulted too many sources, and seen too many tragic situations.

He had seen the power of the Dragon Flame with his own eyes.

Melt the rocks, set the skies and oceans ablaze, and destroy any creature that stands in your way.

How awful.

Mu Hang leaned down and clasped his fingers around the other man's throat.

The skin under his palm was cold and soft with a scaly chitinous texture, the sticky feeling of sweat spreading through his palm and throat, and he could feel the other man's pulse beating unguardedly against his fingertips.

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

Cluttered, impatient and fast, it almost blended with the sound of his heartbeat.

How beautiful.

He could see the other man's lips.

Slightly open, moist, and flushed with a soft pink color, the soft, creamy tip of the tongue was faintly visible under the column of snow-white teeth.

Mu Hang, mesmerized, leaned down to kiss his dragon.

His dragon responded to him.

*

Wen Yao : "...... Are you sure?"

She hung her eyes, half her face hidden in the shadows, and looked as if she was hesitant.

The Administrator propped his elbows on the table and raised his eyes to the brown-haired, brown-skinned woman in front of him, slowly:

"May I ask why I'm not sure?"

"Captain Winn, I used to read your papers before you entered the Administration."

The Director of Administration lowered his head and flipped through the information report in front of him, "It's a report about the possibility of coexistence between humans and magical creatures, and you came to a negative conclusion at the end, right?"

Wen Yao's eyelashes twitched as she paused, "...... Right."

"The destiny of mankind is created by mankind itself, we can't pin our hopes on a powerful, uncontrollable being, if that powerful fantasy species has the ability to destroy the entire human race as it pleases, and, if it has made threats like that to us, what guarantee can we take that it will always be in a good mood and never tear up that unilateral , unlimited promise?"

Administration The Director looked deeply at the woman in front of him and spoke word for word, each of his words sharper than a razor blade and more lethal than a weapon.

Wen Yao falls silent: "......"

"Of course, you can also refuse my offer." The Administrator retracted his gaze and said lightly:

"If that's the case, it may be necessary to trouble you to remain with the Administration for the time being and turn in all means of communication while we take over the Combat Section-"

Wen Yao pursed her lips, which were slightly white from exertion, and she looked as if she was extremely shaken.

Administrator: "So in the end, what was your decision?"

The large conference room was dead silent.

The Director waited patiently.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Wen Yao lifted his eyelashes and slowly said, "Subordinate understands."

The Director smiled.

He knew Wen Yao would make the right choice.

"Okay, now, we need two people." The Director lowered his head and looked toward the datapad in front of him, "Shi Rui and Shi Zechun, are being held in the Combat Section right now, correct?"

Wen Yao nodded his head.

"Very well, I need you to raise them both and deliver them to this locate at six o'clock this afternoon."

According to the mercenary side, they were actually preparing to reverse the summoning ritual, and since the original sacrificer had died from □□□ to his soul, his blood relatives were now needed for the reversal ritual.

At this point, Wen Yao said:

"With all due respect, may I see the one who performed the ceremony?"

The Director of Administration was stunned, obviously not expecting the other party to make such a request:

"Why?"

"The black-robed man ......"

Wen Yao paused and said, "I have led my men against his men several times, from the Ability Academy to Ross D.C. ...... I have had a number of my capable men wounded or killed in these battles ...... "

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I need to see him."

That's not too much to ask.

Furthermore, the Administrator was indeed curious about this person, but since the mercenaries had the man, he couldn't refuse to accept him outright, but through Wen Yao, he might be able to give them some insight into this black-robed man and his organization, including the source of his resource information.

He nodded, "I'll try to connect you."

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

After delivering Shi Rui and Shi Zechun, Wen Yao received permission.

The mercenary led her to a closed and cramped room in which the black-robed man was securely chained, his withered white hair hanging down, his face dry and old, half of his face covered with greenish-black, pitted veins, and his crumpled eyelids drooping in a way that made him look intimidating.

She stepped forward slowly.

The black-robed man seemed to hear her footsteps and slowly raised his eyes.

Though his eyes were covered in a dull white cataract, it was still possible to see the color his eyes had once been.

I don't know why, but Wen Yao's heart was pounding.

"What do you want to know?"

The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like the harsh sound of scraping fingernails on glass, and it was impossible to recognize the exact age: "Given my current state, I must know everything and say everything."

Wen Yao stood in front of him with a somewhat complicated expression:

"...... Why did you summon the dragon in the first place?"

The black-robed man raised an eyebrow, "I thought you already knew this answer ...... Shouldn't you have known all about my purpose long ago?"

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes, not nodding or shaking his head.

A few seconds passed before she asked a second question:

"So why are you sending the dragon back now?"

*

The instinctive urge brought on by the fourth molting stage had been suppressed for too long, like searing magma under a thin crust of earth, tumbling and boiling and screaming all the time, and just because it was ignored didn't mean it didn't exist.

Animal and social are like two sides of the same coin, light and dark.

But for an abyssal dragon, animalism will always triumph over sociality, darkness will always triumph over light, and instinct will always triumph over reason.

Shi An hated the pain, but it soon ceased to be a problem.

The pain faded under the adrenaline, like a shadow in the midday daylight, pinned away in the blazing sun, hidden away in the deepest recesses.

Strange feelings are no longer strange.

Panic took over and he softened into cold water.

As the shadows came, vision obscured, the inability to see sharpening the other senses, the raging waters overwhelmed him. The second wave was far more intense than the first, terrifying and unstoppable.

So hot.

And want more.

Dragons are not social.

Red-gold flames burned deep within Shi An's pupils as he raised his eyes and gazed at the human in front of him.

Moonlight fell from the rocky crevices overhead and flowed over the human's silver hair, sparkling like soft flowing water that swayed and shimmered with the movement.

The other man's eyes were backlit, and the same fire burned in their deep blue depths.

Searing, blazing, with intense love, that extremely dangerous aggression surging through the depths of the abyss, as if a wild beast were lurking in the abyss, eager to get its prey.

Humans have an animal nature.

They are two animals who are destined to fight each other, but both deviate from their destined paths in unison.

They were supposed to be like their ancestors, with death and blood, glory and hate.

But right now, in the wilderness, far from the city, far from mankind, far from order, there was nothing before them but embraces and kisses.

"Like it?"

The man's voice was low and husky.

Shi An shook his head subconsciously at first, then nodded in a daze.

Yes.

Like.

So like.

The dragon instinctively moved closer to the heat source.

The teenager rubbed the top of his soft hair against the other's shoulder, shouting his muffled voice like sticky sweet syrup, and cooed in a nasal tone, "...... like it."

The knot in Mu Hang's throat rolled.

Dark flames blazed in the depths of his blue eyes.

Shi An's physical abilities were poor when his form was human.

Though his limbs could no longer be lifted and his body thrashed for a moment, his instincts had not yet satiated him.

He wrapped the tip of his tail around the other man's arm, shivering:

"More."

The teenager raised his golden ruddy vertical pupils, his eyes half confused and half clueless, but subconsciously chasing his nature, oblivious to the danger:

"To, to continue."