105: Dragons fought in the wilderness, their blood black and yellow; this was Jormungandr, the king of the earth and mountains!

"Dragons fight in the wilderness, their blood, black and yellow!"

"Even ordinary dragons cannot tolerate being provoked by ants, let alone Fenrir, one of the Four Great Monarchs?"

"Sensing the intruder's aura."

"Fenrir roared, a heaven-shaking bellow that caused the entire tunnel to vibrate, screws to fall off, and dust to continuously rain down, threatening collapse at any moment!"

"If Fenrir was allowed to continue roaring like this."

"In at most ten minutes, the entire underground tunnel would collapse!"

"The Dragon Slayers immediately reached a consensus. A group of agile Dragon Slayers, armed with alchemical weapons, ascended the walls like assassins from Assassin's Creed. Upon reaching the very top."

"They flipped and leaped!"

"Graceful movements like swimming fish, accompanied by cold killing intent."

"Each Dragon Slayer held a pitch-black alchemical dagger, applying pressure from mid-air as they descended, striking through the air!"

"Penetrate!"

"The power of Word Spirit enveloped their entire bodies, and the Half-bloods' physique made their strength far exceed that of ordinary people. With both powers combined, plus the acceleration from falling from mid-air, in the next instant, dozens of alchemical daggers pierced through the dragon scales, deeply embedding themselves into Fenrir's body!"

"Scalding dragon blood splattered, carrying deadly corrosiveness."

"But these vanguards never intended to return alive. They endured the corrosion of the dragon blood, gritted their teeth, and unleashed one final strike!"

"Roar—"

"Another penetrating blow."

"Even the Dragon King's body, with its terrifying regenerative power, felt a bone-piercing pain. The repeated attacks finally enraged Fenrir!"

"Boom—"

"Like a torrent, scorching dragon breath rushed forth!"

"In just a single breath."

"The Dragon Slayers who had attacked earlier were completely wiped out, reduced to ashes!"

"But the dragon-slaying plan continued in an orderly fashion. The remaining Dragon Slayers' faces were filled with indifference, showing no reaction to their comrades' sacrifices."

"The deceased cannot be brought back. The history of humanity slaying dragons is built on the premise of constant sacrifice!"

"If they did not want to waste their lives, they must do their utmost to eliminate the Dragon race!"

"This was the only repayment for their sacrifice!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"With movements almost like a movie, the second wave of Dragon Slayers followed closely, carrying modern firearms loaded with the Philosopher's Stone, and began large-scale strafing!"

"Indiscriminate, regardless of life or death!"

"This was a cruel battle, and a journey destined for death!"

"No one retreated, nor did they have the right to retreat! They carried the burden of all humanity. Humanity and the Dragon race were locked in a life-or-death struggle. If they did not want to become slaves again, they could only rise up and resist!"

"One minute."

"The second wave of Dragon Slayers died."

"'Third wave, attack!' The commander's eyes were cold, like a ruthless machine. Under his command, a new round of charge began."

"Once, twice, thrice..."

"To eliminate the King of Earth and Mountain, the Secret Party had brought nearly two-thirds of its elite Dragon Slayers!"

"This force, which could have shaken the regime of a nation, was now dying here in the most expendable way."

"Lives withered, blood spilled onto the ground, gradually cooling, weaving into a crimson carpet!"

"Alluringly beautiful, heart-wrenching."

"Chu Zihang was silent, while Lu Mingfei behind him trembled all over. They were the core, the core of the entire Nibelungen project!"

"They absolutely could not enter the fray until all the other Dragon Slayers had fallen!"

"The painful and agonizing wait began..."

"A long night, unspeakable pain. After a full three minutes, the sounds of battle gradually ceased. And with that, the previously vast team of Dragon Slayers was now reduced to just one person!"

"The battlefield commander!"

"He was the only Dragon Slayer still alive on site, besides Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei!"

"And after paying such a heavy price, the monstrous dragon not far away was finally severely wounded, its scales shattered, blood dripping..."

"The middle-aged battlefield commander looked at the trembling Lu Mingfei and sneered, 'I really don't know why the higher-ups assigned this mission to you.'"

"Before Lu Mingfei could retort."

"In the next moment, he picked up the last alchemical weapon on his own accord, his body wrapped in a full circle of grenades. Holding the blade, he walked step by step towards the Dragon King Fenrir."

"Like a lone hero, walking towards a destined end."

"Lu Mingfei's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to say something but found himself seemingly mute. Chu Zihang also silently watched that retreating figure."

"The wind howled, desolate and empty."

"In this unknown battlefield, a group of people fought to the end for the future of humanity, all wiped out!"

"Step."

"At the last moment, as he neared Fenrir, the middle-aged man stopped. Not out of fear, he simply pulled a cigarette from his pocket, then lit it with a lighter."

"He took a puff and exhaled a smoke ring."

"His carefree voice followed: 'However, you look exactly like my son when you're scared. I wonder what that brat is doing now.'"

"He seemed to recall something pleasant, a hint of a smile appearing on his face."

"It quickly faded."

"Becoming cold and ruthless, his eyes revealing a chilling killing intent."

"The next second."

"Bang—"

"The ground cracked, debris splattering. The middle-aged man gripped his long blade tightly, unleashing his final strike from top to bottom with a desperate resolve!"

"This one strike!"

"Fenrir immediately fell into a dying state!"

..."After sacrificing the entire Dragon Slayer team, Fenrir was finally pushed to the brink of death. A faint golden flame coiled around Chu Zihang's body, adhering to the blade in his hand. In his golden eyes, there seemed to be an icy chill from the Nine Netherworlds, killing intent boiling!"

"'Kill!'"

"With a single word, the blade sliced through the air. His body moved like a phantom, arriving in an instant!"

"Clang!"

"However, this certain-kill strike was blocked by a figure. Black hair cascaded, eyes like water, and behind her, a pair of massive dragon wings unfurled!"

"Xiamai!"

"Before Chu Zihang could recover from his shock."

"The next moment."

"Thud!"

"A massive dragon claw pierced through his chest, stopping just an inch from his heart. Xiamai gently held Chu Zihang as they landed, clinging to each other, even able to hear each other's heartbeats."

"Drip..."

"Crimson blood dripped from the blade tip, staining the ground. Chu Zihang's expression had never been so complex. He pressed his lips together, silent for a long time, and finally, only let out a sigh."

"'You are a Dragon King,' his tone was incredibly calm."

"'I am a Dragon King.'"

"Xiamai's tone was equally calm, so bland that they didn't seem like mortal enemies, yet in each other's eyes, a heaven-shaking killing intent was revealed."