allendalepharm Chapter 116 The Silver-Haired Beauty... Dragon?
Chapter 116 The Silver-Haired Beauty... Dragon?
Chapter 116 The Silver-Haired Beauty... Dragon?
Although he didn't understand what the word "make a phone call" meant, Hanz still understood the meaning behind the words.
"The Death Bird?" He looked like he suddenly realized something, his face turned deathly pale, and he cursed inwardly.
He's just summoning an apostle, why bring out a demon god?
What's the difference between doing this and a child being bullied and going home to tell their parents?
Oh, there is a difference. The one being bullied is not the other party; the other party is the one who bullies.
Not only did they bully others, but they also stole the ceremony and then contacted their own superiors.
"Is it too late for me to change my faith?"
Hanz looked sincere, showing no remorse for his betrayal.
In any case, he only joined the Corpse-Piecing Cult in order to seize power, and he had no loyalty whatsoever to the Demon God, the Corpse-Piecing Master.
He doesn't eat Zhongcheng oranges.
"Are you kidding me?"
The spiritual fire on Modi burned even brighter, and its color became even deeper.
In his hands, the axe of sacrifice gradually melted and changed under the burning of the spiritual fire.
The Deathbird infused it with new power, shaping it into something else entirely.
"I know where that old man's treasure trove is, and I can offer you all its riches." Hanz pointed to Lord Red Eagle, his expression sincere and genuine.
Modi scoffed, "Foolish! If I kill you all, won't those things still be mine?"
The sacrificial axe transformed into a hook-shaped weapon. Although it didn't look as sharp as before, its inner power was even greater.
"Although it's big, just bear with it and it will pass."
Without warning, the hook and staff slammed down, and a ball of spiritual fire ignited and exploded at the point of impact.
The divine fire spread out, scattering upon the heads of every deeply sinful person.
The vortex in the sky gradually dissipated, and the deathly aura that had enveloped Red Eagle Territory moved away with it.
Both Hanz and the Lord of the Red Eagle died in the burning spirit fire, and most of the guests at the banquet followed in their footsteps.
Driven by the deathly aura, the bodies in the city lost their vitality and collapsed in droves on the streets.
Red Eagle Territory returned to peace, and the residents had no idea what had happened in the palace or that their lord was dead.
Upon seeing the resurrected bodies, they were so frightened that they dared not leave their homes and obediently waited for dawn.
Wings of spiritual fire enveloped his entire body, and the bird-like beast transformed into a cluster of spiritual fire and dissipated.
The hook transformed into a cold, black ring, which Modi casually slipped onto one of his fingers.
Devia transformed back into a blood shadow and rushed into his body.
He approached Carmela, who was barely holding on, his gaze still calm, just as it had been when they first met that morning.
"You seem to harbor a strong hatred towards me. Can you explain why?"
He remembered that he had neither killed her whole family nor performed plastic surgery on her, so why was he being hated for no reason?
Even as she was being burned by the spiritual fire, the girl still managed a disdainful smile and looked at him with disgust.
"I remember you, the apprentice of the Scarlet Witch. You were there the day my family was wiped out."
"Yes, that's right. I watched your parents die right there." Modi's voice was flat, as if he were stating a trivial matter.
His reaction, however, ignited Carmela's anger.
She endured the searing pain of the spiritual fire, scrambled to her feet, and demanded, "You just watched them die? Didn't you feel even a shred of remorse?"
Modi's expression finally changed. He tilted his head in confusion, looking completely bewildered.
"Otherwise what? I couldn't beat Devialet back then, and your family and I weren't related. Were I supposed to risk my life to save them?"
"Besides, I didn't kill the person, nor did I bring the murderer to your house. Why should I feel guilty?"
If it were possible, he would have done so on the spot, but the problem is that he simply couldn't have done it at that time.
He would be killed on the spot by Devia if he said even one more word.
However, Carmela wouldn't listen to him at all.
These words, like adding fuel to the fire or rubbing salt into a wound, only made the girl angrier.
"By standing by and watching someone die, you are an accomplice to murder! You blood mages are all cold-blooded monsters, you all deserve to die!"
"You dare to judge me?"
Looking at the sutures on the other person's body, Modi's confusion turned into understanding.
He understood; this was a nonsensical person spouting nonsensical words while trying to morally blackmail him.
"You destroyed six families, and all you got in return was this piece of trash? How dare you say that?"
"They deserved to die if they could help me get revenge."
So, your parents died innocently, but everyone else died unintentionally?
With a sigh, Modi felt that everything was back to normal.
Itnity remains Itnity, a place where talented people emerge in large numbers and where groundbreaking ideas abound.
"Stop spouting nonsense. Your father is waiting for you down there. I'm sending you on your way now."
The giant sword crashed down, and the sinful Carmela was transformed into Carmela-chan.
"You're next, Archbishop of the Dragon Cult." Mordy turned around, pointing his sword at the corpse of Rosa.
This person's tolerance for heat exceeded his expectations.
"Are all of you Dragon Worshippers incredibly resilient? You've been burned by the spiritual fire for so long and you're still alive."
If she had been replaced as the prison warden back then, they might have been able to create a miracle in the plane crash.
Rosa gave a bitter laugh, looking up at the sky with her only remaining eye, her lips moving to produce a barely audible sound:
"Shh, listen, can you hear that?"
"What are you whispering about? Never mind, I'll just give you a sword strike first."
Modi stepped forward, swung his Frostbite, and was about to cleave Rosa in two vertically.
A bright dragon's roar rang out, Rosa's eyes lit up, and her voice rose several decibels.
"My lord, you've finally arrived! I... wait, why is there someone on my back? And why aren't you stopping?"
The greatsword did not stop because of the dragon's roar; instead, it maintained its momentum and continued to swing down.
puff.
Mordi kept his promise, and Rosa was split vertically in two.
In her single, bright eye, which shone like a star, disbelief still lingered; she couldn't understand why this person wasn't playing by the rules.
There was a strange noise coming from the sky. Shouldn't we stop and check it out? Why is this person still fighting?
Seeing that the two halves of her body were still wriggling and trying to piece themselves back together, Modi struck her several more times, slicing her into minced meat and severing her last chance of life.
After he finished, he looked up at the sky and saw a silver dragon spewing blood across the sky before crashing down.
The mournful roar of the dragon echoed throughout the city, frightening many residents into blocking their doors and windows and hiding in their cellars, trembling with fear.
The silver dragon crashed into the palace, creating a huge crater and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Modi dispersed the dust and walked toward the fallen silver dragon.
Amidst the swirling dust, a slender figure walked towards him, and when she was less than five meters away, she lunged at him.
Swelling.
Forehead collided with chest, producing a metallic clang.
"Hmm, Mortis, I feel like we're getting further and further away from humanity."
Elena instinctively covered her forehead, even though it hadn't turned red at all.
"It has been for a long time." Modi patted her robes before looking at the silver dragon not far ahead.
The fall of the silver dragon rendered the banquet hall, whose value was immeasurable, completely unusable. It was unknown how much of the marble pillars inlaid with gold and jade, and the paintings by famous artists, would remain.
"It's a pity that the banquet table is gone too. I was originally planning to move it back, as the silver tree is a rare magical material."
The two approached the fallen silver dragon, and as the dust settled, the beautiful yet ferocious creature revealed its full form.
To put it bluntly, Modi would give this silver dragon a score of 95 out of 100 for its looks.
From the perspective of dragons, she is undoubtedly a beautiful young... dragon?
Its slender and graceful dragon body, its pupils as clear as the sky, its beautiful silver scales stained with dust, and the dragon blood flowing from its body make it look more like a goddess fallen to earth.
Of course, the above are all viewpoints drawn from the perspective of dragons.
Elena became alert and shielded Mortis behind her. "This silver dragon is extremely cunning, Mortis. Don't be fooled by its beauty."
As a dragon descendant, she has two sets of aesthetic standards: one for humans and one for dragons.
Therefore, she also realized how captivating the dragon was.
Damn it, it's probably a young female dragon.
Her expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, as she hesitated whether to take direct action and personally kill this inherently evil silver dragon brat...
"Croak, don't kill me!"
Seemingly sensing someone's murderous intent, the unconscious silver dragon suddenly awoke with a strange cry, its two forelimbs covering its head.
They look rather pitiful.
"One punch should make her cry for a long time." Modi raised his fist and gestured.
Upon hearing this, Silver Dragon shuddered and immediately raised his hand in a French military salute.
"I am a good dragon, I did nothing, I am not with them."
"You say you have nothing to do with the Dragon Worship Cult?" Mordy took out his Dragon Slayer Gun and deliberately waved it in front of it. "Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?"
"Exactly, exactly, in my opinion, it would be better to..." Elena played the bad cop at the right moment, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Upon seeing the dark red bloodstains of his own kind on the spear, the silver dragon trembled again and confessed everything.
"I'm not really one of them. I just saw that female human singing and dancing in front of me and found it amusing, so I gave her one of my scales."
"Then why did you happen to be here?" Elena asked with a cold smile.
The two had long suspected that the Church of the Dragon had summoned their master.
Therefore, Mordy had Elena keep watch outside from the start.
Elena did not disappoint him, and with her Dragon Eater, she shot the silver dragon down.
"My dragon's lair is nearby, and I sensed that the dragon scale was shattered. In addition, something extraordinary seems to have appeared in this city."
Driven by curiosity, I came to take a look.
Silver Dragon looked aggrieved.
Curiosity can kill not only the cat, but also the dragon.
"There was no trace of deception in its words."
The Netherworld Mark sent back feedback, and Modi was certain it wasn't lying.
He looked at the silver dragon and saw that it didn't have many sins on it, so it was obviously not an evil dragon.
Seeing its pathetic state, Modi couldn't help but ask curiously:
How old are you?
The silver dragon scratched its head, brandished its claws, and said:
"If you include my age before my resurrection, plus this year... I should be exactly fifty years old."
Modi suddenly realized.
"I see, no wonder you looked so weak...wise."