Danger! Extremely dangerous!
As soon as Nono saw the man sitting on the steps, she felt a soul-chilling shiver!
The air felt like thick gel, impossible to breathe in.
Deep within his burning gaze, there was a rage that seemed almost tangible, and the terrifying pressure weighed down on every inch of her skin, like the force of gravity itself.
Every hair stood on end, and an overwhelming sense of fear seeped through her pores, deep into her bones.
This is... the Dragon King's pressure?!
Nono instinctively took half a step back. The scorching heat in the air hit her like a wave, almost as if she were being roasted alive.
The Dragon King, this is the Dragon King!
Even the slightest shift in his emotions could cause the environment to drastically change!
"What's wrong?"
Norton, sitting on the steps, coldly stared at the girl. "Didn't you come to slay the dragon? You've made up your mind, so why are you backing off now?"
Nono bit her lip, a painful sweetness spreading in her mouth. The current situation had far exceeded her expectations. She didn't understand why the Dragon King, still in the "hatching" stage, was suddenly outside the palace.
Could it be that the academy's intelligence was wrong?
Given the situation, she could only assume the academy had miscalculated the hatching time. They were a step too late.
"If you're not going to speak, then let's begin," Norton said as he slowly stood up from the steps. His heavy aura erupted like a volcano, a scorching wave of heat and violent winds crashing toward her.
"The truth is, there's no communication between dragons and humans. In the end, everything boils down to swords and blades."
This time, there's no Chu Zihang.
Nono clenched her teeth and pulled out the knife from the back of her diving suit, readying herself for battle.
Although she rarely participated in brutal combat, she wasn't a delicate flower.
To be accurate, it was Cassell College that never trained useless flowers. Everyone was trained as a warrior with the goal of slaying dragons!
"Such a pity... the Seven Deadly Sins were stolen," Norton sighed regretfully, his voice calm. "You've got good taste. That was a weapon I forged to slay dragon kings."
That was good news, but the problem was... no one could use it!
Nono bitterly thought to herself. If she had known, she would have brought the sword and knives with her before descending. Maybe they would have had some unexpected use.
But now, it's too late to say anything.
The bronze passage was riddled with vicious cracks, even holes formed from collisions.
Samson's pitch-black dragon body stomped the ground, his scales, as hard as steel, now covered in intertwined wounds.
The noble dragon blood flowed, and even his iron mask had been shattered halfway by swords, revealing a more terrifying face beneath:
"Mortal, in the end, you are just a mortal. A lowly Hybrid, how can you compare to me?"
Those bloody, savage golden eyes locked onto the collapsed ruins ahead, where Chu Zihang, leaning on the sword 'Murakumo,' struggled to rise.
Blood flowed down his half-covered face, and he wiped the blood from his eyes with a heavy breath.
His entire body felt like it was breaking apart, the pain a constant reminder that this human body had reached its limit. It wasn't something that could be overcome by willpower, spirit, or encouragement.
There was a vast chasm between species, and crossing it was impossible.
Dragon Knight Samson is truly strong!
Even though he was a second-generation dragon, he was a pure dragon, far beyond something like a "Death Servitor."
What's more, Samson was the royal dragon knight, guarding the bronze palace. Being trusted by the Dragon King with such a duty was, in essence, recognition of his strength and loyalty.
He knew all too well that his body couldn't take much more.
It was already beyond the limits of a human body to fight a second-generation dragon, and if he fell in the next moment, no one would be surprised.
But Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, forcing down the blood rising in his throat, and once again turned his gaze towards Samson, his eyes still resolute, unwavering.
Seemingly stunned by the "Hybrid's" gaze, Samson's hoarse and deep voice unconsciously carried a hint of respect: "Though you are a vile creature tainting dragon blood, I recognize your will. Thus, carry your honor and sleep here forever!"
Dragons may disdain humans, but they respect warriors.
"Third... Blood Explosion!"
A trace of brutal and violent aura, mixed with a terrifying golden hue, quickly spread in Chu Zihang's eyes.
Blood explosion is, in fact, an exchange—exchanging a human heart for a heart of slaughter.
But right now, Chu Zihang didn't have many choices left. Or rather, if he wanted to hold this passage, he had no choice but to do this.
To gain something, one must give something in return.
This world is fair—if you want power, you must sacrifice yourself.
Just like in the myths, Odin, to gain wisdom, hung upside down on the World Tree for nine days and nights, enduring the winds and rain, and sacrificed one of his eyes to the World Tree.
Once one steps into deep blood explosion, it means dancing with slaughter. It feels like opening your arms, standing on a mountain peak, and leaping into the abyss of the canyon, being swallowed by boundless darkness, your consciousness sinking into the deep, dark sea, completely abandoning the awareness of being human.
The next moment, in the eyes of Dragon Knight Samson, Chu Zihang seemed like a reptile, rushing toward him with the instinct of slaughter.
Boom!!!
A thunderous roar echoed through the bronze corridor, growing louder and more piercing as it amplified.
The intense force cut through the air, stirring up powerful gusts of wind. In an instant, the corridor cracked and shattered.
Samson, who had been dominating moments ago, was sent flying at several times the speed of sound. He crashed through four or five bronze walls before finally coming to a stop.
"What just happened?"
Samson, momentarily dazed from the impact, didn't have time to react before a sinister figure broke through the thick smoke.
"That... that guy?!"
The figure was covered in blue-green scales, wearing a gruesome exoskeleton mask. From the outside, the person resembled Death Servitor almost perfectly.
"Roar!!!"
The entire bronze corridor trembled under the wave of sound.
The force radiated an overwhelming, brutal energy, as the figure, resembling Death Servitor, had his joints crack loudly, as though his body was being reshaped by the dragon blood coursing through him, becoming even stronger.
Each step he took seemed to shatter the corridor itself. Visible winds raged and spread out like solid matter, creating a passage through the air.
The collision between his immense body and the wind caused loud, piercing sonic booms. His clenched fist, like a meteor, struck Samson's face with immense force.
Boom!
The punch carried pure murderous intent and the terrifying power of someone fully transformed into a dragon.
Even Samson, the next generation of the breed, couldn't resist it. His face, covered in black scales, was struck, and scales flew off like shattered glass. The overwhelming power drowned him like a tidal wave.
The once-solid bronze walls behind him were shattered in the blow, and his massive form was sent crashing back again.
"To gain power, you chose the 'Path of Divinity'?!"
Samson, disoriented and battered, stood amidst the ruins, looking at the furious, blue figure. In an instant, he understood the secret.
It was the power that had been considered a 'forbidden technique' in ancient times.
Because it allowed hybrid beings to continuously increase their dragon blood concentration, crossing the forbidden boundary between humans and dragons!
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