When the members of the bureau were busy, Shi An slowly walked around the back edge of the crater.
The dazzling and shining gold and gems piled up high peaks, casting deep shadows on the ground.
He raised his head and looked up.
The thick volcanic ash condensed into mountains and clouds, and the black piled up on the top of the head, and the dark shadows shone with a faint fire.
The sultry temperature is multiplying, and the air is filled with a strong smell of sulfur.
The sound of human conversation can be faintly heard in the distance.
Shi An retracted his sight.
I don't know if it was because of lowering his head too fast, he suddenly felt a little groggy.
There was a golden ghost in front of him.
"..." Shi'an blinked and shook his head slowly.
… strangeness.
He walked forward slowly two steps, raised his hand and pressed it on the pile of treasures in front of him.
There was a crash of metal crashing sound, crisp and sweet, the bright light and shadow fell from his side, fell to his feet, on the ground, but the sound became distant.
His sight was dyed into a large spot of golden red and silver.
Shi An frowned.
It seemed that there was a heavy hammer hitting deep in my mind, making a bang bang bang.
There seemed to be a special element in the air, whispering and whispering quietly.
The juvenile’s long, jet-black eyelashes hung down slightly, and his pupils shrunk to the size of a pinpoint, crimson, flame-like golden glow spreading across the eyes, gradually swallowing the black.
He took a step forward again.
The knees seemed to have lost strength, and the two legs became soft and buoyant, completely unable to support the weight of his body.
About to fall.
A vague thought flashed through Shi'an’s mind, but before he had time to catch it, the scene in front of him suddenly turned upside down, like an overturned paint tray. All the color blocks began to fall apart and eventually became Blurred edges that cannot be distinguished.
"Wow!"
The treasure pile was knocked over, and the clear metal pouring sound rang out, which seemed very remote and faint in the huge volcanic crater.
However, Mu Heng who was not far away seemed to feel something.
He subconsciously stopped his layout, turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and then caught the moment Shi An fell.
At that time, it seemed as if the speed of time was slowing down.
Mu Heng's pupils shrank suddenly.
The body starts to act before it realizes it.
He compressed the space skillfully, took two hurried steps, and almost moved to Shi An's side in the next second.
The boy fell on the pile of treasures, his slender figure was especially fragile compared with the golden mountain behind him, as if he would be swallowed in the next second.
Mu Heng furrowed his brows, and immediately hugged Shi An, gently embracing him.
His lips pressed into a straight and cold straight line, and he fixed his head down to look at the opponent—
The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his soft hair spread out with the change of posture, forming a clear jaw line, which became weaker and helpless.
"Shi'an?"
Mu Heng whispered the boy's name.
He quickly took off one of his gloves and directly touched the opponent's forehead and cheek with his palm.
Shi An's skin was cold and soft, without a trace of sweat, like a lifeless marble.
Wen Yao didn't expect that the chief would suddenly stop when he talked about the tactics in general, and his whole person would disappear in an instant.
Even she couldn't help being stunned for two seconds.
Wen Yao quickly recovered and walked quickly towards the place where the commotion came from.
She separated the crowd that came up and walked to Mu Heng's side.
Wen Yao couldn't help being slightly surprised when he saw Shi An's pale face in a coma:
"This, what's the matter?"
Mu Heng furrowed his brows and shook his head silently. He pressed his fingertips on the boy's neck and probed his pulse.
The pale blue blood vessels were vigorous under the white and soft skin, pumping blood.
The jump speed is very fast, and seems to be accelerating.
Wen Yao turned her head and shouted, "Where are the emergency personnel? Come on!"
Soon, the medical staff accompanying the team rushed over. They wanted to take Shi'an from Mu Heng's arms, but they were frightened by the cold eyes of the other party:
"That... sir..."
They said embarrassingly: "We have to double check..."
Mu Heng took a deep breath and relieved the pressure that was gradually overflowing under his eyes.
He slowly let go of his hand, put Shi Anping on the emergency bed built in emergency, and then stood up.
As Mu Heng's direct staff, the members of the administration really felt surprised.
Although Mu Heng has never concealed his special attitude towards Shi'an, especially the unshirkable contact in the corridors of the administration, almost let rumors spread throughout the administration.
Even so, they couldn't help but take a breath when they really witnessed this scene.
It turns out that the indifferent and arrogant chief is really affected by a single person...
It's really incredible.
Mu Heng turned to look at the medical staff, and asked, "How's it going?"
"Well, the vital signs are stable."
The medical staff took off the testing equipment and frowned in confusion: "However, it is difficult to say why the coma and when will we wake up, and further tests may be needed..."
He was interrupted by Mu Heng before he finished speaking.
The man's voice was low and cold, with a touch of unhuman and arbitrary meaning: "How long will it take?"
"Half an hour." The medical staff estimated.
Mu Heng nodded: "Okay, I'll give you half an hour."
He raised a pair of cold blue eyes and looked at the other members of the administration: "Return to his post."
All the members of the administration could not help but tremble.
The usual Mu Heng was scary enough, but now the degree of scary is almost doubled.
"Yes Yes!"
They hurriedly turned and left at the fastest speed and returned to their original posts.
In the following time, Wen Yao could clearly feel Mu Heng's absent-mindedness.
During the cold and efficient work period, the man in front of him always looks in the direction of the temporary medical office intermittently, and from time to time he lowers his head and scans his wrist watch, paying more and more attention to the time.
The half-hour period seems long and difficult.
As time went by little by little, this point in time was finally reached with difficulty.
Mu Heng made a resting gesture and said lightly:
"Disaccompany."
After speaking, he turned around and walked in Shi'an's direction.
There are no conditions to build medical tents, so testing and treatment can only be carried out in the open air.
The boy closed his eyes tightly, lying quietly on the narrow bed.
Mu Heng's gaze stayed on Shi An's body for a moment, then he retracted it, and looked at Zhuo Fu who was standing aside:
"how?"
Zhuo Fu frowned and shook his head: "There is no problem with the body. It is probably due to the magic power. After all, the treasures accumulated here are all thousands or even tens of thousands of years. There may be some magic in it. The props, maybe Shi'an touched something by mistake, but the facilities here are too crude. Based on the existing conditions, I’m afraid it’s still very difficult..."
He was just halfway through when he was interrupted by Mu Heng:
"I see."
The man squinted his silver eyelashes slightly, and said, "I will take him out of the mountain next. The responsibility here will be left to you and Wen Yao."
Zhuo Fu was taken aback: "Wait, wait...?"
Mu Heng didn't give him a chance to refute, but calmly stepped forward, bending over to hug Shi'an.
In fact, since Shi An fainted just now, a strange feeling had occurred in his heart.
Dark, gloomy, and ominous.
Mu Heng didn't know where this feeling came from.
It was like something burning deep in the soul, a commotion, violently urging him to do something.
otherwise…
Something will happen.
Mu Heng didn't know what it was, but he could clearly feel the boiling and clamor of his own blood.
It makes him distraught and unable to concentrate.
However, in the end, there was only one clear thought left in my mind—
Shi'an can't have an accident.
Mu Heng leaned down, just as he was about to pick up the opponent, there was a sudden commotion outside.
His eyes became cold, and he raised his eyes to look behind him.
The strong magic wave is approaching quickly, coming in this direction from all directions.
At this moment, Mu Heng's communicator rang.
Wen Yao's eager and intermittent voice came from the microphone: "Sir!... We were attacked, it's mercenaries—"
Mu Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on Shi An's face.
The other party's expression is still peaceful, his pale face is like the first snow that is about to melt, and he doesn't know anything about the riots outside.
He took a deep breath, touched the boy's face with his fingertips, and then quickly retracted.
Mu Heng looked at the combat team leader standing aside, and commanded coldly and succinctly:
"Protect him."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out, and a cold blade appeared in the palm of his side.
The mercenaries who were accustomed to killing poured into the volcanic crater and quickly fought with the members of the administration below.
As the core force of the mercenary group, these mercenaries are already extraordinary in strength. At this moment, they are becoming crazy driven by their interests. The power and wealth symbolized by the dragon is almost beyond the imagination of all human beings. It can stun anyone's head-monstrous power and interests are just one step away. The mercenaries' eyes are burning with extreme greed and desire, as if they are never tired, they charge forward wantonly.
Although the members of the Authority have also experienced many battles, their resistance is particularly difficult when faced with such an enemy.
Not far from the crater.
The black-robed man stood at the top of the pit, watching down coldly.
He watched the greed, madness, killing and cannibalism of human beings, and the smile hidden in the darkness slowly widened.
The black-robed man's gaze chased the blood stream below.
Those hot human blood spurted out and flowed on the ground, making a sizzling sound of being roasted by the heat.
However, it seems that there is some invisible force pulling and dragging.
The crimson creek ran under the feet of the slaying humans, and immersed little by little under the treasure pile.
After the golden treasure pile was soaked with blood, it became more brilliant and beautiful. Looking down from above, the position of the Abyss Stone seemed random, but it could faintly complete the shape of a magic circle.
It is eager, and it gives birth to blood.
The black-robed man smiled with satisfaction.
That's right, the treasures in this volcanic pit are not those looted by mercenaries from Irvine District, but they are arranged.
From the beginning, his purpose was to bring the bureau and mercenaries together and let them fight together.
Only fresh enough, hot, blood full of fear and greed can complete this ancient magic circle.
At this moment, a man with silver hair and blue eyes appeared.
It's Mu Heng.
His attack was resolute, ruthless and calm, extremely efficient and simple. The overwhelming power gap instantly changed the situation forcibly, and the blood in the necks of the humans who died in his hands just ran across the ground, without being touched at all. The tendency to attract into the circle.
It seems that it is necessary to intervene now.
The black-robed man slowly took out ten black-purple crystals from his pocket, and they were simply cut into a ring-like appearance with magical power—
These are exactly what he brought out from the previous rift in the abyss.
The black-robed man slowly put the crystals on his wrists one by one, and the black and red blood vessels swelled under the skin, like some kind of ugly reptile, swelling and winding in the texture, and the dry and shrunken skin became heavy and fresh. Living and full of elasticity, powerful magical fluctuations spread out from his body.
Below, Mu Heng's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sense of danger came.
In the next second, the attack engulfed with the mighty abyssal magic power broke through the air, and slammed down with a force that could almost crush human internal organs.
Mu Heng lifted his sword to block at the first moment.
The sharp sword sounded throughout the volcanic crater.
The ground shattered and sank under strong pressure, spider-web-like cracks spread from his feet, and the hard and dark ground cracked as if it had been bombed.
Several mercenaries not far from Mu Heng came into the attack range unexpectedly.
Their skulls made a crackling sound, and their eyes were pressed by the cold magic power and squeezed out of their eye sockets. The seven orifices were bleeding, and after two steps staggered forward, they fell to the ground and lost their breath.
Mu Heng raised his eyes slowly.
On his pale and icy face, his eyes seemed to be burning with icy blue flames.
He looked at the black-robed man in front of him.
The lower half of the black robe man's face was also covered with black and red, twisted blood vessels, and the green and white lips were curled and pulled to the sides, revealing a crazy and terrible smile.
Mu Heng shook his wrist, opened the opponent's grid, and leaped back lightly, pulling away.
He squinted his eyes:
"It's you."
"Me?" The black-robed man repeated in a hoarse voice that couldn't hear his age:
"not us."
He slowly said, "We have no name, no identity, we are everywhere, we are omnipotent, we are the same person, we are also hundreds of people, everyone you have met is me, and you will see more Many people will also be me."
The blood vessels on his face throbbed violently, and his voice gradually became crazy, losing his reason:
"Did you know, we have waited for hundreds of thousands of years. Just to wait for this day, waiting for the fantasy species from the ancient times to spread pure flames over the world, waiting for the purification of sin, waiting for the brilliant rebirth—"
While talking, the black-robed man attacked even more frantically.
The magic wave swelled wildly in the air, colliding, and engulfing powerful forces like a hurricane.
No one dared to approach the two of them.
Mu Heng frowned.
He could feel the terrifying power contained in the body of the black-robed man in front of him, forced to give birth, with a strong desire for destruction, he could even hear the sound of the opponent's internal organs shattering under overload.
However, the black-robed man didn't seem to feel it, and still attacked frantically.
His voice was particularly harsh in the wind: "... Then, do you know how our savior answered?"
"It refused."
This event summoned them to prepare for centuries.
Secretly accumulate power, control Shijia, and even control the birth and growth of human Shian.
Since its birth, Shi'an has been a doll in their hands.
His 0 magic genius, his pain, his sorrow, and his despair were all secretly monitored by them, and even maliciously created.
They patiently guided, waited, and then sent him a solution when the human teenager collapsed.
A box.
The monster inside ate a book before catching it.
They chose this book.
Driven by the hunger instinct, it will send the only solution to Shi'an.
Next is Shi Rui.
They use this chess piece to cultivate the dragon's hatred and hatred of humans.
However, when they proposed to the dragon to destroy the world, the dragon refused.
Refused!
After two slaughters by the dragon, their members have not survived.
However, the chess pieces they ambushed in the bureau are still there, so they heard those rumors, those rumors that spread without restriction.
So they knew what happened to the dragon.
"It's you, it's your fault, let this perfect, ruthless, cruel symbol, a symbol of strength and divinity, be poisoned and contaminated by you dirty, cowardly, and ignorant bugs—"
The voice of the black-robed man was vicious and stern.
Mu Heng frowned.
At the moment of losing his mind, the wind blade cut a thin wound on his pale cheek.
Scarlet blood dripped down, and his cold and pale face looked extraordinarily wicked and gorgeous.
His voice was extremely cold, and he said dumbly:
"What's the meaning?"
A strange sense of anxiety grew deep in his heart.
It was like opening an invisible hand, slowly pinching his heart, and starting to inject suffocating venom.
The black-robed man "chuckled" and laughed.
Like crazy.
"It's okay, it's normal for you not to understand."
"Because this phenomenon that shouldn't happen will end today and be completely cut off.
I will show it the real and ugly side of this world.
The most real and ugly side of human beings. "
"Greed and viciousness."
The black-robed man's sight fell on the mercenary.
Slowly, he fell his gaze on Mu Heng, and slowly and intentionally said:
"Betrayal and anger."
Mu Heng's voice became cold and harsh, like a sharp blade of ice: "What on earth did you say?!"
The black-robed man giggled.
"Obviously I have such a powerful force to kill all your players, but do you know why I have to fight with you?"
There was an unconcealable joy in his voice: "Of course it is to contain you."
"Shh, wait a minute, it will be done soon."
The black-robed man's offensive was even more terrifying and crazy, as if he didn't care about his slowly collapsing body, all for the purpose of dragging Mu Heng in place:
"Look—"
He looked behind Mu Heng.
Mu Heng's pupils shrank and he looked behind him suddenly.
All the combat members in the medical department have died, but An is alone in a coma lying on the bed.
A team of heavily armed mercenaries was approaching him.
Seeing the black robe man dragging Mu Heng, Xu Feng began to command a group of mercenaries to act according to the previous plan.
In the well-protected hinterland, they can see the slender figure of the teenager unconscious.
Strong greed burned in my heart.
it's him.
That is the dragon.
The dragon is ours.
This team of mercenaries carried gems that masked their breath, which could guarantee to sneak in during the battle without being spotted by Mu Heng.
They don't need to attract Mu Heng's attention in this situation.
The goal of this battle has always been clear.
It's the dragon, only the dragon.
The rest are all foils.
Soon, they finally approached here.
After a melee, most of the team members died. A small number of team members were forced to retreat in order to protect medical staff and researchers who were incapable of combat. Only the unconscious human teenagers were still lying on the spot. .
His face was pale and his expression was peaceful, as if he had fallen into a dream that he could never wake up.
The headed mercenary took out a dagger from his arms, with crazy greed on his face.
Made of special ore, the metal that has been blessed by magic appears pitted and rough, but the tip is sharp and shiny.
All this was reflected in Mu Heng's eyes.
His pupils shrank into needle points, and an angry, cold and cruel roar overflowed from his throat:
"No-"
The black-robed man was caught off guard by the sudden burst of powerful power from the opponent, and suddenly retreated a few steps.
He was obviously very surprised. He didn't expect that Mu Heng could actually tear the magic net he had woven—
However, the black-robed man did not catch up.
He stood on the spot, putting his hands into his sleeves, with a cold and cheerful smile on his face:
"It's okay, it's enough."
The treasure pile on the back had already sucked enough blood, and half of the volcanic crater was stained blood red.
The sharp dagger fell straight down, steadily piercing the boy's heart.
The passage of time seems to have changed in an instant, slowly and dull, every second seems to be a century.
At this moment, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.
It was a pair of gold-red, inhuman vertical pupils.
The brilliant scorching heat, like a flame burning in the dark, with thin and narrow pupils, like a sharp blade, cutting through the darkness and cutting into the flames, carrying the terrifying coercion from ancient times.
He grabbed the dagger before the blade was about to traditional his chest.
The sharp blade cut open his palm, and the golden red blood tickled down, as if there was a strong flame in it.
The mercenary let out a miserable howl as soon as it came into contact with the opponent's blood.
The sound was extremely terrifying, and the pain contained in it seemed to penetrate human souls.
His whole body started to burn.
The flame seemed to have life, wrapped in a powerful and terrifying magic pressure, and instantly swallowed all the mercenaries beside him, like a beast that could never be satisfied, hungrily feeding on human life.
The flames that had disappeared on the entire continent for tens of thousands of years burned wantonly.
The face of the Yinghong releaser silently jumped in the depths of the other's narrow vertical pupils.
In the next second, silver-white scales began to appear on the boy's white and soft cheeks.
Hard, sharp, shimmering with a metallic luster.
The dragon scales spread quickly.
Starting from under his eyes, extending to the depths of his neck, until it covered every inch of skin.
The originally harmless beautiful face alienated in the direction of inhumanity, becoming dangerous and evil, like a monster in ancient legends, bringing a kind of subconscious panic and tremor, when facing top predators, The instinct hidden deep in the soul.
"Prickly—"
The clothes on the back were torn.
The huge silver-white dragon wings spread out behind him.
The place where the boy stood before was replaced by a terrifying monster.
Huge, beautiful, cruel, and evil.
The top of the head is dark, volcanic ash covering the sky, gunpowder smoke and sparks floating in the air, as if it is the manifestation of fear.
It raised its neck and let out a deafening roar.
no doubt.
It's the dragon.
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