Chapter 1321: Chapter 1292: The Last Giant Dragon
In the deepest parts of the Demon Clan, a Demon, drenched in sweat, hurriedly arrived before a palace.
“Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!”
Upon receiving permission, this Demon quickly walked into the palace, knelt down, and exclaimed with a face full of urgency.
“What happened?” The large doors at the back of the palace closed, and the figure on the throne slowly turned around, looking at the kneeling Demon before him, and spoke with a calm voice.
“The Allied Forces are attacking!” This Demon’s voice was somewhat flustered and urgent, evident that he had run from the direction of the battlefield.
“They’re attacking?” The Demon King, hidden under the cloak, slightly frowned and looked down at the Demon: “Are you saying that not only were our forces defeated, but the enemy has also reached our doorstep?”
“My King, we…”
“Useless!”
From beneath the cloak, an icy voice emanated: “I’ve only left you for a few days, and you’ve let it turn into this? You dare to come to see me?”
Upon hearing the Demon King’s words, the sweat on the Demon’s face instantly turned cold. He felt his body temperature rapidly declining, but the sweat continued to flow, now turning from hot sweat to cold sweat.
“Useless! Truly a bunch of hopeless fools!” Looking down at the Demon not far before him, a deep disgust flashed in the Demon King’s eyes: “You lowly and insignificant creatures can never be useful, so tell me, why should I keep you?”
“My King! I… I beg you! Please don’t…”
Without listening any further to the Demon’s pleas, the Demon King casually waved his hand at him.
A pitch-black light gently swept across the Demon beneath him.
The next moment, the Demon vanished abruptly.
Nearby in a patch of darkness, something seemed to squirm, emitting a strange ‘gurgle’ sound before subsiding.
Turning his head, the Demon King no longer glanced at the vanished Demon but looked toward the large door behind him: “It seems it will take some time before the door fully opens. Well, I might as well take this opportunity to deal with this trouble.”
Donning his robe, the Demon King slowly descended from the throne and walked toward the hall’s entrance.
…
On the battlefield, two independent figures emerged.
They did not belong to the Demon Clan nor the Allied Forces.
However, no matter who dared to attack them, they would meet their ruthless retaliation. In some cases, they would also strike first.
These two independent figures were Li Chen and Ning Wangyang.
In their eyes, there was no distinction between the Demon Clan and the Allied Forces; they viewed everything around them with a unique perspective.
They only killed those who deserved to be killed.
After his previous experiences, Ning Wangyang seemed to have finally let go of his inner burden and once again drew the Black Sword that had been stained with blood countless times.
In fact, ever since the curse on his body was lifted, Ning Wangyang had always felt an instinctive aversion to slaughter.
Thus, even when facing those robbers, he couldn’t bring himself to be ruthless.
But after witnessing all the ugliness, he finally understood.
This world, still filled with injustice, cannot be saved through goodwill alone.
For some people, only swords and blades are the best form of reception. He does not aspire to be a hero or a Great Sage but only seeks to have a clear conscience.
This is the way Ning Wangyang chooses to live!
Of course, while the presence of these two was special, it was only within a small range and did not stir any great waves.
In such a vast and chaotic battlefield, their presence was not particularly conspicuous.
The true core of the battlefield remained among the first batch of troops that continued to penetrate deep into the Demon Clan.
As the Allied Forces advanced further, more powerful Demons from the Demon Clan began to appear. The Allied Forces’ march encountered obstacles.
Because these real Demon Clan experts are not easily defeated.
“Gut! Give up resistance, won’t you realize you can’t stop the march of our grand army?”
In the air, several strong figures confronted a colossal Black Dragon.
“Gut, you’re a Dragon; you know this better than we do. Why choose to join the Demon Clan? If you surrender, we’re still willing to accept you.”
Gut was a mighty Black Dragon, and even the Allied Forces’ experts were reluctant to engage him because, despite their numbers, confronting this Black Dragon would inevitably lead to casualties.
However, upon hearing the Allied Forces’ proposal, Gut sneered: “Accept me? One hundred and seventy years ago, why didn’t you say that?”
“At that time, our Dragon Clan was forced into despair by the likes of you. It was the Demon Clan that accepted me. Now, you come to destroy my home again. My enemies have always been you self-righteous people!”
A ferocious Dragon Flame swept towards the strong figures, directly cutting off the Allied Forces experts’ next words.
“Originally, our Dragon Clan, though few, had dozens of clansmen, but for the sake of your so-called glory, you became Dragon slayers. In the end, even my last family member perished at your hands. Now, you tell me you’d accept me?”
“Spit!”
If one looked into Gut’s dark golden pupils, they would be filled with madness and hatred, even more intense than those of the Allied Forces.
“Come on, kill me! Even though I’m the last of the Dragon Clan from the minor world, I’m still a Dragon with dignity! Even in death, I will never surrender to the likes of you hypocrites!!”
With raging ferocity, this last Dragon of the minor world charged at the Allied Forces’ expert team.
An endless surge of fierce energy exploded in the air, like the most dazzling fireworks.
…
Li Chen withdrew his gaze from the sky, looking at Ning Wangyang beside him: “Long ago, didn’t we also think dragons were mythical creatures?”
“Yeah.” Ning Wangyang nodded: “In Huaxia’s legends, dragons are sacred beings. In Western legends, they are an evil and powerful Race.”
Gut was a pureblood Western Giant Dragon.
Though merely a Black Dragon with average lineage, he was still a dragon.
It seemed that, whether in the Main World or the minor worlds, in the eyes of others, Western Giant Dragons symbolized endless wealth and honor.
Of course, with the premise of having to kill him first.
Regardless of Gut’s wickedness, today, Li Chen and Ning Wangyang witnessed a true dragon.
A dragon with blood, flesh, soul, and dignity.
Perhaps, it would be the last Giant Dragon from the minor world, soon to fall.