"Mine."

Chapter 81

A violent wave of magic power stirred and swirled, and black dust like ashes floated in the air.

Between the sticky poisonous mist, a pair of huge red-gold vertical pupils slowly opened.

Icy oppression crept in.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and rubble crumbled.

With every step forward, heaven and earth seemed to tremble.

Deep in the mist, the dragon reveals its massive form, casting a deep shadow over the earth before it.

Under the black poisonous mist, the hard and cold scales of the dragon reflected a metallic luster, and the dragon's horns were long and cold.

The eyes are like lava flames.

The human on the cliff crouched himself a little lower, trembling in fear and ecstasy.

The black-clad man in the lead raised his head, gazing at the dragon in the distance with obsessive fervor.

It was a powerful juggernaut from the distant past, a hideous existence that existed only in human fantasies and nightmares.

"Chiron-sama--"

The man in black stood up in the gusty wind, his black robe hunting and tumbling.

His voice was torn apart by the wind, and he cried out in a frenzied tone, "Please send down your divine punishment!"

The dragon's low voice came from overhead, resonating faintly in his throat, especially majestic in the hurricane:

"Divine punishment?"

"Lord Shi An! Mankind is fortunate to be destroyed because of you, and under your leadership the whole world will come to an end with a smile on its face!"

Shi An : "......?"

Hmm?

Destroy the human race? End the world? What's all this?

When did I say I wanted to destroy the world?

However, there was something about what this human had just said that concerned him -

"You know my name?" Shi An asked.

"Of course!" The man in black tilted his head up to gaze at the dragon before him, and said in a morbid tone, "Only the willing and active sacrifice of the souls of the chosen ones can awaken you from your chaotic slumber and bring you down to this world!"

Shi An showed a thoughtful look.

So says ......

It's no coincidence that the humans Shi An are the so-called "Chosen Ones", and it's no coincidence that the humans were able to obtain the means to summon the dragons and perform the summoning rituals under such extreme circumstances, but rather that they have been manipulated by this strange organization in some way.

"There are no more humans in this world who can stand in your way!"

The black-robed man's voice echoed in the wind:

"The ancient books have been recovered by us, and the only human who could decipher them is dead!"

He knelt down on both knees, slowly opened the cloth bag at his feet in front of him, and held out a head from it.

Blood dripped down from the broken neck cavity, wetting the old man's long, snow-white beard and trickling down the black-robed man's fingers, where it was absorbed into the dirt in a flash.

The depths of the dragon's red-gold eyes reflected the tiny head held in the human's hands before him.

"That only human who could threaten you, the bloodline of the legendary dragonslayer, we sent someone to deal with that as well."

The black-robed man bowed his head deeply before the giant dragon and said:

"From now on, no existence in the entire Great Road will be able to threaten you!"

*

The silver-haired, blue-eyed man stood in the vast darkness, watching several black-robed figures step out of the night.

"Officer Mu."

A black-robed man at the head said in a hoarse voice, "I've heard a lot about you."

Mu Hang's eyes were as calm and quiet as an icy fountain of moonlight, and the longsword in his palm flashed with a sharp and chilling light that forced people to look at him.

He lowered his eyes, his voice low and cold:

"...... It does seem that Administration is due for a facelift."

Behind him, several squads of Administration members raised their weapons in unison, the sharp points of their swords pointed at the man's back.

"Rectify?" The black-robed man sneered and said, "I'm afraid you don't have that chance."

Before the words fell, a murderous aura rose up in the dark night.

Several people leapt up and attacked Mu Hang at the same time!

*

The black-robed man couldn't hear a sound overhead for a long time.

He paused and hesitantly raised his head, tentatively looking toward the gargoyle not far away.

The dragon was seen dropping its silver head, his exhale wrapped in the scent of searing smoke and his voice was low and horrible, "This human, ah."

"I don't like him."

Obviously not as much as a fraction of the long years he had lived, but he was always gazing at him with the loving demeanor of an elder.

Not only does he have to put up with the slow sluggish translation speed of the other side, but he also has to pretend that he doesn't understand anything and spend long, dull and boring hours trapped at the top of the cramped tower.

Before the black-robed man could steal a glance, he felt the shadows slowly envelop him.

The dragon's eyes flashed the color of blazing fire in the darkness, and its sharp, pointed teeth revealed themselves with the opening and closing of speech, reflecting a sharp, snowy white light:

"But there's one thing you may not have gotten right."

A powerful and horrifying sense of oppression came from the dragon's body, and an extremely pure dark aura escaped from its body:

"This is my territory."

It was like invisible ropes strung around the throats of all the humans in front of them.

"These humans belong to me."

"--Mine."

The dragon leaned down, blazing fire brewing deep in its throat, golden russet lines spreading out along its scales, and the ghastly temperature instantly vaporized, almost setting the air ablaze.

His voice was low and majestic, carrying a vague vibration in the air:

"All who dare touch what the dragon owns will pay for it."

In the next second, raging flames rolled up like flowing lava, instantly engulfing the entire gap in front of them!

The human figures looked especially small under this overwhelming power, barely able to do anything before they were engulfed, and the dragon flames, as if they were some kind of creatures possessing intelligence, climbed upwards along those human bodies, prolonging the time of their torment in a cruel way, slowly devouring each other's lives.

Harrowing screams echoed within the lit wilderness.

Countless twisted black shadows struggled and howled in the flames until they were reduced to pieces.

Black smoke curled around the demonic insects and eyeballs as they floated in the air, gazing in horror at the scene before them that seemed like a hell on earth.

So terrible, so powerful ...... so beautiful is the blaze.

Burning, devouring, purifying the entire wilderness.

It was at this moment that the eye suddenly realized something and looked towards the bottom of the abyss.

Only the light of the blood phalanx under the dragon's feet dimmed.

The abyssal eye began to tremble and struggle violently, as if trying to escape something that was about to happen.

Eyeball lost his voice, "No, not good!"

Demon Worm was startled, "What's wrong?"

The eyeballs spoke extremely fast and popped outwards like a series of cannons, "The eye of the abyss is between living and non-living things, at the same time, its existence is also between the abyss and the continent, although we are able to see it on the continent right now, we will never be able to bring it out of the abyssal rift, the magical existence contained in the eye of the abyss is very unstable, and that spell formation should be used to stabilize the magic power in the Eye of the Abyss and transform it into a form that the giant dragon can absorb."

It slowed down and continued:

"And now that the spell is broken, the magic is no longer stable, but the transmission remains unbroken ......"

The Demon Worm slowly widened its eyes and immediately understood what the eyeballs were trying to say.

The magic that was being transmitted now was magic that was unstable even in the way it existed, between the Abyss and the non-Abyss.

The consequences could be unimaginable.

It lost its voice and exclaimed, "It must be stopped-"

However, before the Demon Worm's words fell, the pupil of that Abyssal Eye suddenly enlarged and then violently collapsed!

"Bang!"

Scarlet light flooded into the spell.

The giant dragon's body shook.

It tilted its head and let out a long cry.

The sound waves were wrapped in terror, and the heavens and earth trembled with them.

Dragonflame roared.

The dragon unfolded the wings behind him, and the powerful air currents lifted him, and in an instant he was gone into the midst of the dark, raging clouds.

The three demons stared stonily at the scene in front of them, falling into silence in unison.

After a long time, the Demon Worm asked dolefully:

"What might happen to that ...... if it's not stopped in time?"

Eyes laughed dryly twice, "That, I don't know yet ......"

Top, it's the end of the world at best.

*

Icy gusts of wind whistled high in the sky.

Shi An spreads his wings and lets the wind brush his scales.

Where is this place?

What am I going to do?

I don't know.

The chaotic mind was filled with unanswered questions, and all that remained was the endless instincts driving within the body.

Anger.

It was the only emotion Shi An could perceive.

Rage with nowhere to vent it churned deep in his chest, as if a blazing fire was blocked in his throat, longing to set the world on fire and bury everything in front of him in flames along with the intense anger.

The depths of the giant dragon's golden-red vertical pupils burned with horrifying flames.

Burning, destroying, destroying.

It was an innate instinct of all dragons.

They are natural aggressors, relentless predators that turn to fire and ash wherever they go, and they bring terror, death, pain, and wailing.

Gargoyles are inherently evil.

Shi An flapped her wings and gradually flew lower, her icy eyes watching the sedate schoolhouse on the ground.

Reddish-gold lines spread across the scales of the throat.

Dragon flames rolled and surged deep in his throat, eager to paint the ground before him in charred black and crimson.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

The depths of the vertical pupil reflected a figure on the ground not far away.

In the endless night, that silver color looked extra, cold, shiny and beautiful.

Two words flashed through Shi An's mind.

Mine.

*

The corpses were strewn across the ground, and blood flowed, staining the ground red.

The man stood in the center of the body like a god of killing, his cold long sword dripping drops of blood downward.

Mu Hang lowered his pale blue eyes and gazed calmly at the hellish scene before him.

He's the only one left alive.

Pale severed limbs were strewn about, and both the black robes and the uniform of the Administration were stained the exact same color.

The man's brows were deeply defined, shadows covering his eyes.

The dark boots stepped on top of the corpse, and a bit of scarlet blood was splattered on his white cheeks, coloring his cold face with a layer of treacherous cruelty.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the blood off his cheek with his tactical gloved fingertips.

At his feet, the attackers, the betrayers, all the bodies were messily mixed together.

It was like an indiscriminate, one-sided massacre.

At that moment, Mu Hang seemed to sense something.

He twisted his head and looked toward the sky behind him.

The huge dragon with a huge body flew high in the sky.

It looked down with downcast eyes, dark clouds floating around it, its fiery pupils clear in the night.

The next second, the dragon swooped down.