Why can't he just behave as a collector's item and be taken away?

Chapter 82

The heat wave swept in with the smell of smoke and burning.

The dragon's wings sliced through the clouds, its eyes flickering like fire in the darkness of the sky as it swooped downward.

It let out a deafening roar--

In an instant, the wind howled and the sky shook.

The silver-haired man stood with his sword, his deep blue eyes reflecting the magnified shadow of the dragon.

His pupils were slightly dilated with excitement, as if he were a wild animal that had caught the scent of blood.

A trace of fervent light swept through the bottom of his eyes, and the outward hostility was like a sharp blade, cutting through the surface of indifference and ruthlessness, and staining it with a very aggressive desire to kill.

It's the dragon.

The dragon struck in front of him in the blink of an eye, its wings kicking up powerful air currents and its huge, sharp claws clawing straight at the human on the ground!

However, before the tip of his claws touched the human, his opponent's form suddenly disappeared.

In the next second, the air behind the dragon was flooded with a strong wave of magic power.

The man's slender and upright figure appeared in mid-air.

Steel-blue eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty shimmer, and the corners of his chipped lips subconsciously lifted upwards, revealing the tips of his snow-white, sharp teeth.

The long sword congealed with magic power cut through a white bright light.

In the darkness, the light of the sword was the only source of light, and it slashed straight at the dragon's defenseless back with the force of a thousand pounds...

However, the dragon seemed to sense a strong murderous aura behind it.

It let out a roar, its wings lifting and pulling itself up from its grounded position with a violent rush of high-heat air towards the human, lifting the other off the ground.

Mu Hang landed lightly on top of a jagged mountain rock.

He looks up at the dragon above him, and gives a cold smile that has no temperature.

Hello, my prey.

On the other hand, Wen Yao, leading the Administration, is urgently organizing the evacuation of the students.

Even without the need for a detector, just with the senses one could perceive a wave of magic coming from a short distance away, strong, dangerous, dark, and horrible.

The ground was trembling with it, as if it were a landslide, and one could not help but feel emboldened.

Wen Yao clenched his teeth and forced himself not to worry about the battle not far away, focusing on the task at hand.

The good news is that this time they shouldn't have to worry about leaking information.

A hundred meters around the Ableist Academy had been completely blocked off, and the darkness released from the abyssal rift shrouded the entire area, and the signal was completely blocked.

But all the same, this brings with it a very bad bad news.

Communication between the detachments was completely cut off, and the teams were left to fight independently with no backup and no light.

Even the Administration's headquarters is not in full control of the current situation.

The Ableist Academy was simply too big, and it was heavily split between the various areas.

Fortunately, it was curfew time when it happened, which created a great deal of convenience for their evacuation efforts.

The students, after all, were also capable and had some crisis management skills, and they maintained order and composure, cooperating as quickly as they could with the members of the Administration.

Soon, Wen Yao and the others evacuated the first graders.

There were several more familiar faces in the crowd.

Wen Yao stares into the crowd in one direction, his eyes darting slightly at one of the students.

Is this lookalike ...... supposed to be Shi An's half-brother?

He looked as if he was soulful and his eyes were averted.

Although the other classmates also looked equally panicked, Shi Rui looked ...... always felt that something was strange.

Wen Yao frowned and withdrew his gaze.

Is it an illusion?

While she was lost in thought, suddenly, there was a commotion from the group off to the side.

A student was seen standing in place and was trying to communicate with Administration staff:

"...... my housemate he's not back yet! Can you--"

At that moment, Wen Yao saw with his afterglow that Shi Rui, who had kept his head lowered just a moment ago, suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction from which the chaos had come.

A small, untraceable smile suddenly and slowly bloomed on that pale, cowering, frail face.

That smile seemed to carry an extremely strong pleasure, gloomy and malicious, and although it was only for a moment, it couldn't help but make one's scalp tingle.

Wen Yao frowned.

She turned toward the pestering student.

Seeing her arrival, the Administration's personnel also moved out of the way, "Captain Wen."

Wen Yao looked to the student and asked in a smooth, calm tone:

"What's your name?"

That student settled down and replied, "Lin Yanming."

"Yes?"

Lin Yanming took a deep breath, a worried and anxious look showing from under the surface of his forced composure: "Before the arrival of the Administration's people, my roommate suddenly left the dormitory and hasn't come back until now, I wonder if you can send someone to look for him, I'm worried... ..."

A member of the Administration asked, frowning from the sidelines:

"Why did your housemate choose this time to leave? Where did he go?"

Lin Yanming was dumbfounded for a moment, "......"

After two seconds of silence, he said, "I don't know."

The Administration member sighed, "We're severely understaffed right now, and you don't have any specific directions to point to right now, and we're also--"

Before he could finish his words, he only saw Wen Yao on the side raise his hand, interrupting his opponent's next words.

She asked, "And your roommate is?"

Lin Yanming looked at Wen Yao expectantly and said, "Shi An."

Although she had already had a feeling, Wen Yao was still slightly taken aback.

She craned her head toward the crowd behind her.

Shi Rui's back has been submerged and disappeared into the crowd.

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes.

She turned her head to Lin Yanming:

"I'll see what we can do."

Gazing at the other's turning away, Wen Yao pursed his lips.

Although she had just said so, no one knew better than her that they were simply unable to spare any manpower to look for the missing Shi An in the present situation.

Everything can only begin once the most important work at hand is over.

Wen Yao closed his eyes hard.

At least ...... Shi An is strong, even stronger than many full members of the Administration.

While she couldn't send out a search party for the time being, there were a few things she could do right now.

Wen Yao turned around and called one of his men to him, saying:

"When the evacuation is over, that first year student of the Ability Academy named Shi Rui, keep him until I question him."

In the wilderness.

The blood underneath the broken corpse had been burned dry and stuck to the ground in a dark, charred mess.

Wildfires blaze in all parts of the wilderness.

The temperature of the air had risen to the point where it was intolerable to humans, and ripples of fluctuation could be vaguely seen.

The traces of destruction created by the magic were seared deep among the plains.

Claw marks, sword marks, messy and intertwined, some of them might even be several meters deep, like ugly scars across.

Shi An flies in the air.

He lowered his eyes, gazing uncomprehendingly at the silver glowing human not far away.

Although he didn't exactly go for the kill in order not to destroy the integrity of his possessions, consciously or unconsciously, Shi An's vague and chaotic impression was that the human who could last this long under his own dragon flames ......

Not at all.

What the hell is wrong with this human?

Shi An's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety.

Why can't they just be good enough to be taken away from him as a collector's item?

Why resist?

Ming ......

The gargoyle was a little confused.

For some reason, he always had a strange delusion, as if the other man was supposed to give him what he wanted.

Below, Mu Hang stands with his longsword in hand on the charred ground.

His pitch-black jacket had been torn to rags in the battle earlier, vaguely revealing the taut, pale muscles underneath.

The man's demeanor remained stoic and indifferent.

Between the half-torn tactical gloves, the slender fingertips gripped the hilt of the sword smoothly, scarlet blood running down the fingertips and dripping along the cold, snowy edge of the longsword.

It was his own blood.

Mu Hang raised his eyes towards the giant dragon not far away.

That's a first.

He was wounded in the fight, but his opponent remained unharmed.

--But that won't last much longer.

Mu Hang's eyes were fervent and his battle intent was fierce.

He could sense that the other man was slowly losing patience, gradually becoming careless and irritable.

Almost there.

The time is coming.

Zhuo Fu walks around the lab.

His impatience overflowed as he gazed at the longsword that lay on the table in front of him.

He knew that Mu Hang was there this time to deal with the Abilities Academy, which was supposed to have nothing to do with Chiron, but ......

Soon after the other party left, the longsword that was brought by Mu Hang began to radiate outward a strange wave of magic power.

This can only mean one thing, and that is that Chiron is involved.

This happened to the sword when Mu Hang set out for the Avon district.

Zhuo Fu shouldn't be so worried.

But ......

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and lowered his eyes to the long sword in front of him.

The flowing cold and dazzling sword blade trembled and emitted a pleasant buzz, as if it was resonating and resonating with some kind of existence in the distance, or as if it was impatiently transmitting some kind of message outward.

The glass cover that originally covered the surrounding area had been torn apart by the sword light, and even Zhuo Fu did not dare to step forward at this time.

The sword had never reacted so strongly.

It s almost as if ...... the longsword is expecting, longing, and worrying.

It's like this fight can't be done without it.

Gazing at the long sword in front of him, an ominous premonition floated in Zhuo Fu's heart.

He took a deep breath and raised a hand to wipe his face.

Let's hope the ...... hunch doesn't come true.

The giant dragon swooped down, scorching fire spewing out of its mouth, almost turning the entire wasteland into a sea of fire.

Violent, irritable, impatient.

This time, Mu Hang lifts his eyes, the color of paranoid madness flashing underneath them.

The instinct to fight drummed in his soul.

Tell him silently:

It's now.

In the next second, he stopped dodging and actually met the tip of his opponent's claws straight on-

Sharp claws sliced through the material of his clothing and tore through his skin, blazing blood spurting out.

With a little more force, he could rip the human's arm right off.

Scorched blood landed on the tip of the gargoyle's claw, the surprisingly high temperature scalded him for a moment.

...... Ah.

Unexpectedly, Shi An hesitated for a moment.

The opponent caught the opening extremely keenly.

The man's form seemed like a sharp blade.

He passed through the gap between the giant dragon's claws, and like an arrow off the string, he rushed straight, precise, and mercilessly towards his opponent's heart.

The biting murderous aura was unleashed without restraint, and the bloody hostility brewing from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood arrived first.

The long sword congealed by magic power flashed with icy cold light, slicing straight into the gap between the scaled armor of the giant dragon's chest.

The tip of the sword didn't go in.

However, it was impossible to inch forward at all.

"Ka-!"

A clear cracking sound rang out from the longsword in his hand.

For the first time, a look of surprise passed over Mu Hang's face.

The blade was a weapon that he had condensed with his magic power, and it could easily cut through any being no matter how hard it was.

And the situation at hand ......

Never happened.

The gargoyle came back to his senses.

Letting out an angry roar, he flung himself violently away from the human in front of him, striking the other man in the chest without any semblance of restraint in his force.

The man was knocked out of the air, his spine hitting the hard rocks of the mountain.

The rocks all rumbled under this violent impact, and spiderweb-like lines flew out from behind the human.

Mu Hang covers his stomach with one hand and slides slowly down the stone wall.

His breathing was turbulent and he clenched his teeth in death, but a trace of scarlet blood still spilled from his lips, slid down his chin, and dripped to his feet.

The pale blue dark eyes reflected the gradually enlarging form of the dragon.

Mu Hang gazed deep into it, as if to burn the beautiful and powerful creature before him into his eyes forever.

Engulfed in flames, what a wonderful way to die.

He gave a short, pleasant laugh.

Just a shame ......

The face of a teenager swept from his mind, easily occupying his thoughts.

Mu Hang closed his eyes.

Never to be seen again.

However, in the gusts of wind whipped up by the wings, a slender tail that shimmered with a silvery-white sheen reached out.

"......!" Mu Hang opened his eyes in shock.

He looked down, only to see the dragon with that tail firmly curled around his waist.

This ......