As a proud and honorable dragon

Chapter 135

Mu Hang withdrew his eyes.

Wherever the black-robed man is now, without the Abyssal Stone, there's no way to create the next Abyssal Rift.

For him, then, there was only one last option left.

Mu Hang stepped forward carelessly, the shadow of a longsword emerging from his palm.

The light of the sword is so bright that it seals the throat with blood.

Xu Feng's eyes are wide with terror, his face frozen in the last second before he died.

The wall of air had vanished, his broken and twisted limbs lost their support, and he lay limply spread out on the floor, his crimson blood slowly spreading.

Mu Hang shook off the blood from his sword and withdrew his eyes indifferently.

--The day the blood moon comes is the day the abyss opens.

Looks like it's time to talk to the heathens.

*

......

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

Wen Yao gazed deeply at the tightly bound black-robed man in front of him, and asked slowly.

"......"

The black-robed man looked back at her.

The face covered with greenish-black bulging meridians appeared monstrous and ugly, and the pale lips twitched as if a fleeting smile had passed over his face.

Immediately afterward, his eyelids drooped, covering the pale, muddy blue eyes.

He closed his eyes and didn't reply.

I don't know why, but the other party's attitude made Wen Yao feel very uneasy.

She furrowed her brow and took a sharp step forward, snapping her voice:

"Hey, I asked you a question, did you-"

It was at this moment that the door behind him made a dripping sound and slowly opened from the outside.

In walks the man from Administration:

"Captain Wen, it's time."

Wen Yao finally looked deeply at the black-robed man in front of him who closed his eyes without talking, then slowly took a deep breath and said:

"...... I know."

She had come not only to meet the black-robed man before it all began, but was likewise responsible for escorting him to the site where the ceremony would take place.

Administration men escorted the black-robed man from the closed cell.

The black-robed man obediently made his way outside, his robes tattered and ragged, looking as if they had been scorched by fire, dirty and dusty, his withered ankles and wrists heavily shackled, clanking and clanging metal as he walked.

Watching the black-robed man's back disappear into the carriage, Wen Yao withdrew his gaze and headed in the direction of the mercenary captain in charge of guarding him.

"What?"

The mercenary looked the dry brown-haired, brown-skinned woman in front of him up and down with a dewy-eyed glance, and slowly gave a rather suggestive smile:

"Is ...... anything else?"

Wen Yao turned a blind eye to this.

She pointed in the direction of the wagon and asked, "How do you know this man is telling the truth?"

"What?" The mercenary frowned.

Wen Yao frowned and asked, "Are you guys so confident that he will give you true information? Aren't you afraid that he has ulterior motives and willfully give you wrong information?"

The mercenary snorted:

"That's not for you to worry about, our chief has props to ensure that this man is telling the absolute truth, even your chief has seen it with his own eyes, of course, if you want to have a drink with us tonight, I can take you ...... then."

His words were blocked in mid-sentence by the professionally indifferent gaze of the woman across the room:

"Thanks, or not."

Wen Yao nodded at him, then turned and got into the car.

There were only four people in the large compartment, the black-robed man who was securely bound, Wen Yao, one of Administration's men, and already a mercenary.

The escort van started up and slowly moved forward.

The black-robed man sat back without a word, his eyes closed tightly, and if it weren't for the fact that his chest was still heaving, one would almost suspect that he was dead.

Wen Yao's eyes were downcast, a little distracted.

If that mercenary was right, the ritual proposed by the black-robed man in front of him was not a fake.

He was actually serious about sending the dragon back to the abyss?

Wen Yao found it hard to believe.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes falling on the black-robed man sitting across from her.

The Director of Administration may not know this group of people, but she does not.

In all the years she had been in the Administration, she had had more than one encounter with this group of black-robed men and, before Mu Hang had left, had been given the task of delving into the archives and information on this group of infidels.

Combining information with real-world experience, Wen Yao confirms one thing.

--These heathens are crazy.

They are fanatics who will do whatever it takes, no matter what the cost.

Death and pain are pleasures and pursuits to them, they are not afraid or corrupted, threats and bribes are of no use to them.

Intuition told Wen Yao that there was definitely something wrong here.

But in this situation, she couldn't quit.

Wen Yao knows that he is definitely not irreplaceable.

If she quits, the Director of Administration will immediately have his own men come and take over.

This is a logical overreach.

If she does not take the initiative to join in, not only will she not be able to participate in the process of this ceremony, but it will also lead to the power of the Combat Section being hollowed out ...... especially when it is still not known when Mu Hang will return.

However, even if she cooperates now, the Director's side is still concerned about her being Mu Hang's confidant.

All of her contact gear was taken away over there, cutting off all means of getting in touch with the outside world.

Plus, as a civilian who rose from the bottom, Wen Yao was isolated in the upper echelons of the Administration.

Now we can only bide our time.

The place where the ceremony was held, everything was ready.

The spells drawn by blood shimmered on the ground with a sinister and ominous luster. Shi Zechun and Shi Rui, not knowing whether it was because of the loss of blood or because they were too panicked, shrunk in the corner and shivered with their faces as white as paper.

The required Abyssal Stones were transported and placed in the center of the formation.

The black-robed man came forward slowly, shackles clanking as they were dragged under his feet, and he knelt down in front of the formation, pressing his palms into the sticky blood.

Complicated and ancient incantations spewed from his mouth.

It was obviously not loud, but everyone present felt dizzy and deafened.

An eerie red light rises from the ground, gusts of wind swirl through the air, and gray-black overcast clouds cover the sky, kicking up dust and debris and making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The most terrifying thing was the intense demonic pressure that rose from the spell.

It was as if it contained some kind of ancient and ghostly power, which almost took in everyone's mind, like a horrible magnetic field, making everyone present

The whole ceremony was long as if centuries had passed.

The black-robed man stood up tremblingly, he looked as if he had aged a hundred years from just a moment ago, ugly greenish-black lines had covered his entire face, and his right eye was covered by an extremely thick layer of cataracts, so it was obvious that he had already gone blind.

However, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted upwards in a wry smile.

No one knew better than him how obsessed a Mu family member could be with the Dragon Society.

Soon, though, the whole continent will know.

The black-robed man looked around the circle slowly.

The ceremony was over, but the powerful demonic pressure had not gone away, and everyone was still being dominated by that trance state.

He withdrew his gaze, the smile at the corner of his mouth becoming deeper.

His mission is over.

--Next it's time to get rid of the only afterthought.

The black-robed man's cloudy eyes flashed with pleasure, then he opened his mouth. With all his strength, he bit down hard towards his tongue.

As soon as the aftermath is dealt with, this game will no longer be broken.

What a delight.

In the next second, a hand wrenched his jaw in a deadly grip, the slender, soft fingers at the moment as if they were made of copper and iron, full of ghastly strength, and then twisted it hard to one side-

"Click."

A clear sound of bones rubbing together rang out as the black-robed man's jaw was removed.

...... Sh, what?

The black-robed man's only pupil capable of sight clenched suddenly, and he slowly twisted his head, looking toward the blind spot to his right.

The brown-haired, brown-skinned woman was currently gasping for breath violently, with one hand hanging down at her side, half of her sleeve already dyed a blinding scarlet with blood, which was still dripping downwards at the moment, dripping onto the ground.

Bone-deep scars were faintly visible between the shattered fabric.

It was a wound from her own weapon.

It's what she relies on to stay awake in the midst of demonic pressure.

Wen Yao raised his eyes.

A pair of honey-colored pupils flickered with burning fire, and she gave a short laugh, her face seeming to be a knife blade half a meter carrying a forced sharpness as she came forward and lowered her voice:

"Be good and don't move your head."

*

"......"

Looking at Shi An, who was lying in a pile of treasure not far away, the Demon Worm wore a blank expression:

"That ...... Lord ......"

Shi An looks up, "Huh?"

Devil Worm asked cautiously, "You shouldn't be ......"

"What?" The teenager cocked his head.

"Missing ......"

The Demon Worm took a deep breath before reluctantly, stumbling over the remaining words:

"...... That human, right?"

Shi An was stunned.

He sat up from the pile of treasures, his pair of red-golden vertical pupils gazing at the demonic creature not far away for an instant, seemingly pondering something in a fixed manner.

The Demon Worm's back was chilled by his look:

"Da, lord, what's wrong?"

Shi An didn't speak or move.

It swallowed and tried to find a remedy for itself, "I, I just said that casually, you shouldn't take it too seriously ......After all, after all, you're a proud and honorable dragon, how could a mere human affect your mood? You wait, I will pass the order to the following, let them find the treasure according to your request ......"

The Demon Worm didn't finish, Shi An interrupted with a wink:

"You're right."

Magic Worm: "...... huh?"

Shi An jumped up from the pile of treasure, "You're right!"

Magic Worm: "？？？？？"

The grumpiness and absent-mindedness in the teenager's body was swept away, and it was as if the pair of golden ruddy vertical pupils were instantly ignited, with vibrant vitality jumping in the depths of his eyes, as he leaned down to catch the demonic insects into his hands.

It had been a long time since the Demon Worm had been treated like this, and it panicked in its mind as its several thin legs fluttered in the air:

"Wait! My lord! What are you doing!"

Shi An places the magic bug in her palm and holds it up to a position flush with her face.

He said seriously:

"Yes, I am a proud and honorable dragon.

So as long as it belongs to me, no one will touch it - whether it's those treasures that were thrown away on the mainland, or Mu Hang, it's all mine."

"Mine."

Shi An repeated slowly, in an aggravated tone.

He narrowed his eyes into a pleasant smile:

"So, I'm going back to the mainland to get my stuff back."