Tyrant

Chapter 133

Central District, in a temporary camp for mercenaries.

Xu Feng paces slowly around the room.

Through the door panel, one could vaguely hear the sounds of mercenaries partying and drinking outside.

He gazed at several black iron chests in front of him, their lids opened in unison and piled high with crystalline gems and gold, glittering brightly in the dimly lit room.

The bottom of Xu Feng's eyes reflected the glory of the treasure.

After the dragon disappeared, they were finally able to use the treasure with impunity.

The ones in front of us are just a small part of what they bring to the Central District.

Upon learning that the dragon had been sent away from the mainland, Xu Feng immediately began contacting buyers.

Obviously, there are a large number of interested families.

If he wanted to, all of this treasure could have been liquidated as quickly as he wanted it, and with that money, the organization that had been hit so hard could have been revitalized.

Xu Feng slowly and gently presses the sores on his face with a handkerchief, giving a satisfied smile.

He didn't want to be associated with an official organization like the Administration, but at least the result was good.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed something was not quite right.

It's too quiet.

Outside the door panel, the sounds of the mercenaries' revelry had disappeared from an unknown time, leaving only a death-like silence.

Xu Feng narrowed his eyes and slowly gripped his weapon.

The sound of the soles of his shoes hitting the ground was clear and smooth, one step closer in that direction.

Not too slow, not too tight, even and regular.

Soon the footsteps stopped at the door, and silence once more reigned.

After only a few seconds, Xu Feng felt a cold sweat seep from his forehead, the muscles of his eyelids twitching as a drop of sweat fell from his chin.

There was a soft creak and the door was pushed open from the outside.

It's now!

The □□ was fired in unison, wrapped in a thousand pounds of magical power, making a sharp hiss that broke through the air, and struck in the direction of the voice with an unstoppable speed-

Then, as if they were seized by some invisible force, they stopped hard in mid-air.

The full momentum had yet to be released, and the end shuddered and vibrated violently with a buzzing sound.

A slender, upright figure stepped in.

The silver-haired man gently lifted his finger, and the arrows suspended in front of him felt as if they had instantly lost the power to rely on them, and they fell down, disintegrating into pieces at his feet.

Xu Feng's heart instantly sank because of his opponent's overly distinctive features.

He clenched his teeth and cursed in his mind.

The difference in strength was too great, and if you couldn't fight, you could only run.

Xu Feng made a split second decision and threw a smoke bomb outward, then launched an attack towards a wall as fast as he could, preparing to break through it and escape.

But what I didn't expect was that the wall on the side was as strong as steel, and actually didn't move a bit after being blasted up by the magic.

...... is not correct.

It's not that the walls are too strong, but ......

Xu Feng raised his hand and pressed it into the air.

The palm came into contact with an invisible wall of air that didn't have any hint of magical fluctuations, but was unbreakable.

An unfamiliar low voice came from behind him:

"It's practical, isn't it?"

In that instant, Xu Feng felt an instant layer of cold sweat seeping down his back, penetrating his clothes, and an intense chill rising from the soles of his feet and penetrating all the way to his skull.

He swallowed hard and slowly turned toward the visitor.

Mu Hang stood alone in front of the open door, his pale face devoid of expression, his blue, icy eyes gazing at him in silence.

He wore pitch-black tactical gloves on his hands and had no weapons in his palms.

Despite this, there was a creepy, dangerous undertone to the other man that gave him the creeps.

Xu Feng couldn't help but slowly back away from his opponent.

His foot was tripped by one of the boxes, and he lost his balance, only to hear a "clatter", the bright and shining treasures were instantly scattered on the ground, and were crushed under Xu Feng's body.

From this angle, it is possible to see the scene behind Mu Hang.

A blinding scarlet.

As far as the eye could see, none of them were stained red with sticky blood, and the mutilated pale limbs were lying quietly in the pool of blood, with godless gray eyes rolling down, looking as if they were in hell on earth.

A trail of scarlet footprints stretched out from the pool of blood until it broke at the man's feet.

Xu Feng felt his throat dry and tight, and couldn't help swallowing hard.

He forced himself to calm down and spoke:

"It's been a long time, Officer Mu."

Xu Feng's eyes fell on the slaughterhouse outside, his palm pressed into the pile of treasure moving slowly in the blind spot of his vision, silently hiding a jewel within it.

"Since you want to pay a visit, there is no need to make such a fuss ......"

The muscles on Xu Feng's face twitched, pulling an affable smile.

He gestured toward several boxes behind him:

"If there's anything you want, just take it."

Mu Hang lowered his eyes and gazed condescendingly at the mercenary before him.

I don't know if it was Xu Feng's illusion, but the aura shrouding the other party's body had become even more terrifying.

"...... Did you think these belonged to you?"

After hearing the other party's words, Xu Feng's smile on his face was a bit hard to hang on to: "The average split between ...... and Administration is already the biggest concession I can make, but isn't it a bit too unkind of you to want to swallow all of it? "

Mu Hang's lips slightly hooked up, revealing a smile that seemed to be mocking or sarcastic:

"Administration?"

He walked up nonchalantly, "You think I was sent by the Administration?"

Xu Feng was stumped by this question.

He looked at the man in front of him, a look of disbelief sweeping across his eyes.

Wait ...... isn't it?

Mu Hang raises his hand.

Xu Feng felt the invisible wall approaching from all around, squeezing him tightly within it, even shrinking inward at an even and slow pace, bones squeezing and rubbing against bones, making toothsome cackling noises, and he panicked a little:

"Wait wait wait - you can have all of these -"

"It seems you still don't get it." The outline of a longsword slowly emerged from Mu Hang's palm.

"Guess who told me where you were stationed?"

He raised his hand slowly, the tip of his sword resting in front of Xu Feng's trembling eyes, his tone smooth:

"Whose blood did it last drink before coming here?"

Xu Feng: "......"

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

He raised his eyes warily, and saw in the other man's ice-blue eyes his own panic-twisted, pale face, and - raging in the depths of those eyes, with no intention of concealing the implications of madness.

Xu Feng couldn't help but shiver.

There is only one person ...... who knows this location and has contacted him.

That is the Director of Administration.

*

In the abyss.

A castle built of Abyssal stone had taken shape, its spires soaring high into the dark, poisonous fog, casting shadows in which the Abyssal species were lined up in formation, struggling to carry piles of Abyssal stone, working under the servitude of the dragons.

The throne that had previously been fused from dragon flames was currently in the center of the castle hall.

Off to one side were piles of treasure already piled up, almost overflowing, and still growing in a steady stream.

Shi An is on the top floor.

His current room was huge and was entirely covered in treasure, bright dazzling jewels littering the room.

Shi An lay back and rolled in the pile of treasure, the pile beneath his body clattering like stray gold as he moved, a glittering halo of light reflecting on the ceiling above his head.

He gazed at the wandering, moving patches of light on the ceiling and blinked slowly.

...... is a bit boring.

He rolled over and buried his head among the treasure to rub it.

Ding ding ding ding.

It's a little noisy.

...... It would have been nice to bring the console.

Shi An sighed.

Even if you do bring it over you probably won't be able to play it.

After all, all those metal instruments on the continent were too delicate and fragile, and the magic that powered them would have been swallowed and diluted on the first day in the Abyss.

It'll probably be scrapped on the first day.

He used to go to sleep when this happened.

But this time, Shi An's eyes were open, but she didn't feel much like sleeping.

Don't really want to sleep.

He rolled over in the pile of treasure again and sat up.

The slender teenager sat cross-legged amidst the piles of treasure, looking around the room piled high with bright glitter around him.

Total Feeling ......

Something seems to be missing.

*

An abyssal species several meters long and resembling a centipede crawled from outside the great hall, its body covered in barb-covered claws, and a slit cracked open at its head, revealing vertically long scarlet eyes.

The single eye blinked, and the wings protruding from its spine opened, dropping yellow gold from between its armor and crackling to the ground.

Above the stone seat, the teenager propped his chin up in boredom.

His eyes were half-lidded and he raised his hand lightly.

A cluster of golden-red fire instantly flared up at the tips of her white, slender fingers.

In the next second, dragon flames wrapped in raging heat rose up and roared towards the abyssal species, its armor igniting with a crackling, crunching sound.

The gold melted and mingled with the debris of the demon's cauterized body, escaping outward in a charred, fishy odor.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

The abyssal species that lined up behind them to come forward suddenly stopped their pace and gazed in horror at the huge dragon in the form of a teenager not far away.

"There's no need to send treasures of this quality in the future!"

Devil Worm broke the silence and drank.

The procession in front of them began to march once more, a small half-dozen demons scrambling and disappearing, stumbling off in search of new treasure.

The magic worm flew up and landed silently on the edge of the stone seat.

"Great, my lord ......"

It spoke wordily, "Are you not too pleased with this treasure?"

Shi An leaned back carelessly, a pair of reddish-gold vertical pupils were covered by long eyelashes, a fair and harmless face did not have much of an expression, more and more appearing to be hard to distinguish between happiness and anger, and his mind was unpredictable:

"Oh? How can you tell?"

Magic Worm: "......"

Can't I see it here!

How many abyssal species have you burned in the last few days!

But it doesn't dare to say.

Lord Gargoyle was in a bad mood this time, irritable and irritable, it didn't dare to go up and touch this frown.

The Demon Worm spoke carefully again:

"So ...... is there any particular treasure you want? I'll leave them to find?"

Within the Abyssal Tower.

The cruel and tyrannical king gave a new order.

The black mist tumbled in a furious wave of magic, bringing a fearful shudder of war amongst the abyssal species that had begun to start moving as fast as they could.

-- Lord Gargoyle wants silver treasure.