After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up-Chapter 103.3

No Doubt, It was the Dragon (3)

The crimson stream flowed under the feet of the killed humans and dipped little by little into the treasure pile below.

The golden pile of treasure became more brilliant and magnificent after the blood dip. Looking down from above, the position of the abyssal stone seemed random, but it was vaguely able to complete the shape of a spell formation.

It was craving for and spawning blood.

The black-robed man smiled in satisfaction.

Yes, the treasures in this volcanic crater were not those looted by the mercenaries from the Aiwen District but arranged by them.

From the beginning, his purpose was to draw the Bureau and the mercenaries together and let them kill each other.

Only enough fresh, burning blood, filled with fear and greedy desire, could complete this ancient spell.

And at that moment, the man with silver hair and blue eyes appeared.

It was Mu Heng.

His hand was decisive and vicious, ruthless and calm, extraordinarily efficient and straightforward. That overwhelming power gap instantly and forcibly changed the battle. The blood in the neck cavity of those humans who died by his hand flowed horizontally on the ground, half drawn into the spell formation.

It seemed that an intervention was necessary.

The black-robed man slowly pulled out ten black and purple crystals from his pocket, which were cut with magic into a circle-like shape–

These were the ones he had brought out from the abyssal rift earlier.

The black-robed man slowly put the crystals on his wrists one by one. Black and red veins swelled beneath the skin like some ugly reptile, bulging and snaking in the muscles. The dry and wrinkled skin became fresh and elastic again, and powerful magic fluctuations spread out from his body.

Below, Mu Heng’s eyes narrowed sharply.

He lifted his head and looked in the direction where the sense of danger came from.

The next second, an attack wrapped in strong abyssal magic broke through the air and came down ruthlessly, with a force that could almost crush the internal organs of humans.

Mu Heng raised his sword to block immediately.

The clanging sword sound resounded throughout the volcanic crater.

The ground cracked and sunk under the intense pressure and spider web-like cracks spread from under his feet. The hard black floor crumbled like it was bombed.

Several mercenaries beside Mu Heng were caught off guard and entered the range of the attack.

Their skulls crackled and exploded, their eyes squeezed out of their sockets by the oppressive magic, bleeding from seven orifices, stumbling forward two steps before falling to the ground and losing their breath.

Mu Heng slowly raised his eyes.

His eyes looked like they were burning with an icy blue flame on a pale, frozen face.

He looked at the black-robed man before him.

The lower half of the black-robed man’s face was also covered with the same black and red, twisted veins. His pale lips curled and pulled to the sides, revealing a crazy and terrifying smile.

Mu Heng’s wrist shook, blocking the opponent, and his whole body lightly leaped backward, pulling away.

He narrowed his eyes.

“It’s you.”

“Me?” The black-robed man repeated in a hoarse, inaudible voice of age.

“No, it’s us.”

He slowly said, “We have no names and no identities. We are everywhere and omnipotent. We are the same person and all hundreds of us. All the people you have met are me and all the more you are about to meet will be me.”

The veins in his face burst violently and his voice became progressively more frantic and insane. “Do you know? We have waited hundreds and hundreds of years. Just waiting for this day, waiting for the fantasy species from the ancient world to sprinkle the world with the pure blaze, waiting for the purification of sin, waiting for the glorious rebirth–”

As the black-robed man spoke, he attacked even more frantically.

Magic fluctuations in the air wildly expanded and collided like a hurricane wrapped in a powerful force.

No one dared to approach the two.

Mu Heng frowned deeply.

He felt the terrifying power in the black-robed man’s body in front of him, forcibly catalyzed with a strong desire to destroy. He could even hear the sound of his opponent’s internal organs shattering under the overload.

But the black-robed man still attacked frantically as if he did not feel it.

His voice was extraordinarily harsh in the gale. “… After that, do you know what our Savior’s answer was?”

“It rejected.”

This summoning they had prepared for centuries.

The secret accumulation of power, the manipulation of the Shi family, and even the birth and growth of the human Shi An.

From birth, the human Shi An was a human puppet in their hands.

His zero magical talent, his pain, his sorrow, his despair, all were secretly monitored, even maliciously created by them.

They patiently guided, waited, and then delivered the solution for this human teenager when he crumbled.

A box.

The demonic creature inside had eaten a book before being caught inside.

They had chosen this book.

And it, driven by its hunger instinct, would deliver its only solution to the human Shi An.

Next came Shi Rui.

Using this pawn, they nurtured the dragon’s hatred and animosity toward humans.

However, the dragon refused when they offered the dragon the world’s extinction.

Rejected!

After two massacres by the dragon, not many of their members were left.

But the pawns they had planted in the Bureau were still there, so they heard the rumors, the whispers that spread without restriction.

Thus, they knew what had happened to the dragon.

“It’s you. It is your fault that this perfect, ruthless, cruel icon, the symbol of power and divinity, has been poisoned and tainted by you filthy, cowardly, ignorant worms–”

The black-robed man’s voice was wicked and harsh.

Mu Heng frowned.

In the moment of distraction, the wind blade cut a thin wound on his pale cheek.

The scarlet blood dripped down and looked extraordinarily evil and luscious on his cold, pale face.