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Nail Town fell into chaos. After the death of the woman in the flower, the army of plants and experimental subjects began to get out of control.

Some of the more sober subjects quietly left, while the rest became increasingly insane, attacking humanity's defenses.

Dan Hun's body was covered in blood, some of it his own and others'. He wiped his face fiercely, and his left arm hung limply at his side, retaining an ancient and dangerous aura.

The ancestral protection had been used, and the other bloodline members were also covered in wounds. As he chopped and killed, he wondered if it was time to retreat. It was not cost-effective to stay here any longer.

As he was thinking, a gray door suddenly opened in the sky above Dingzhen.

The black mist was swirling around, and a man jumped out from it and fell heavily into the monster.

People stared in amazement as a deep hole was smashed into the ground and the surrounding monsters were swept away. Soon all attention shifted to the attacker.

They roared and rushed into the pit. The ground blocked people's vision, and they could only hear the sound of an earthquake. After a long time, a man climbed up on the monster's corpse.

Blood was rolling down his face, like a demon crawling out of hell. He grinned at the people on the wall. His teeth looked even whiter against his honey-colored skin, and if you saw it at any other time, it would definitely make a child cry.

But at this moment, he brought hope. The red-haired young man raised his hand, and the invisible bullet pierced through the monster's head on the wall. His voice reached everyone's ears from afar: "The enemy leader is dead. Now it's time for us to counterattack!"

Dan immediately responded: "Fight back!"

The bone dragon in steel armor blasted away the obstacles and followed the guidance of consciousness back to the side of the contractor. Together with him, he threw himself into the bloody battle. Inspired by it, the bloodline people immediately launched a counterattack.

Ai Bo, who had just emerged from the door but didn't have time to extend his hand because the other party was too decisive, was a little surprised. Then he laughed and shook his head: "Do you need to be so wary of me? Forget it, let's go back first."

The grey door moved and took him away. Mason heaved a sigh of relief when he could no longer sense the other person's presence.

It wasn't that he was too cautious. If Aibo had spoken first, it would have undoubtedly been a blow to the momentum of the bloodline people here.

The two sides are enemies, and they need to rely on Garcia for rescue. What will people think if this gets out? Not to mention that he is a member of the Luo family, and it would be a bit of a loss to come back with the help of Abbot's pollutants. But if he summons the portal, he will need to explain his origins in public, and even be targeted by Abbot.

After experiencing it himself, he was able to be sure that the door was a replica of the [Portal], but it was just born not long ago and had a childish smell.

I don’t know how the association does it. If I have the chance, I really want to meet the makers of these imitations.

With the help of the red-haired young man, the monster was quickly killed, and blood flowed into the large pit in the ground, almost filling it up.

Even though he was seriously injured, Dan was the first to jump down from the city wall and rushed to the young man: "You are finally back, are you okay?"

"I think you're more troubled."

Mason raised his hand and rubbed his head. His soft hair was soaked with dry blood and it was a little prickly. "Go back and bandage it quickly."

Dan chuckled, came over and whispered, "I just saw that guy from Aibo, why are you with him?"

"The monster commander I dealt with him together."

"Wow, why are they taking advantage of us? Forget it, we will definitely take first place this time."

"How do you know?"

“Because our ancestors are here with us.”

Mason was silent for a moment in the face of Dan's confidence. He looked at the hole he had made calmly and thought to himself that this was right.

Under the monster's body, there was a beautiful and exquisite little flower buried.

It greedily absorbed the nutrients from the corpse, calling the monsters from afar. The little flower girl's pupils flashed a strange red light. After absorbing the nutrients, she secretly climbed out of the pit and hid in Mason's clothes while others were not paying attention.

The monsters were about to flee, but suddenly they received some command and fell to the ground one by one. The corpses were mixed with the monsters killed by humans, and they were inconspicuous.

From the perspective of experimental subjects, these monsters are indeed pitiful. But Mason will not show mercy. From the moment they arrive on the battlefield, there is no possibility of recovery for these monsters.

After confirming the last monster's death, people cheered.

Dan sat down on the ground, breathing heavily. He didn't know why, but he felt that this counterattack was easier than before. Was it because Orelius had killed too many people?

He stole a glance and saw that the monsters beside the man had piled up into a small hill. The healers hurried out, anxious to send the paralyzed people to treatment. When it was Mason's turn, he waved his hand: "You guys treat the others first, I still have things to do."

The remaining people looked confused. At the request of the young man, the townspeople who were still able to move filled Nidhogg's tank with fuel.

The bone dragon showed an expectant mood. Mason touched its head and jumped onto the dragon's back.

The Dragonborns were equally exhausted, but they still insisted on getting up and trying to catch up. Mason stopped them and said, "You guys take a good rest, we'll be back soon."

The leading golden dragon hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly: "His Highness Nidhogg will be handed over to you."

"Of course."

The red-haired young man smiled softly. The bone dragon took him up into the air, and soon he disappeared from people's sight.

Ten minutes later, a nearby nail was struggling to hold on.

The monsters' continuous attacks were despairing. The bloodline of the family guarding this place had a bloody face and a long wound across his shoulder, making it almost impossible for him to hold his weapon.

"These monsters just seem to have grown out of the ground."

He spat blood on the ground. His companions were breathing heavily, their faces pale and transparent. There were fewer and fewer people left. Both the Bloodline and the Nailers were extremely tired. They were facing increasingly frantic monsters.

Fatigue and blood loss weakened the defenders' fighting power. He blinked hard and suddenly saw something flash by in the sky.

Is that...fire?

As soon as this thought came to mind, the flames approached at an astonishing speed and stopped steadily in the air. The giant steel dragon was like a mobile artillery vehicle, opening its mouth and spewing flames at the monsters below. The red-haired young man standing on its back jumped down, and the thorn sword slid through the air like a meteor, and hit the leading monster heavily!

The shock wave hit them head on, and everyone opened their mouths wide, unable to believe their eyes. Is this still human? How did he do it?

【Wisp】The flame of the will-o'-the-wisp turned pure white due to the enhancement, and it has a stronger killing power. The little flower girl hidden in her clothes opened her mouth silently, and the monsters around her fell down. At a glance, this sword cut down half of the enemies on the battlefield. The plants withered and the monsters retreated. Only the red-haired young man stood on the huge monster's head, and the holy white flame burned fiercely, outlining a faint light and shadow around the person.

In shock, the reinforcements cast a faint glance at the defenders, and all those who met their eyes lowered their heads involuntarily, not daring to look into those eyes burning with cold murderous intent.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand. The proud dragon stopped on its own initiative and leaned over to let the other party jump on top of its head. Just when people thought he had left, the pure white flames approached the crowd, like a phantom without any temperature. Wherever they passed, the wounds of the defenders healed, and a warm vitality surged from their bodies, quickly restoring their energy.

"I'm Oleus from the Luo family. The monsters have been cleared out. You can stay here without worry. Our people will come to pick you up later. If they ask, tell them my name."

After the young man finished speaking, the dragon took off again and headed for a farther distance. Just like the dragon riders in the legend, they were strong and fearless, with noble character. They aimed their sharpest swords at the enemy and gave their softest parts to those in need. The defenders looked up at their receding figures, and after a long time, someone finally murmured, "Oh my God, I must be dreaming."

After a while, another person answered him: "There are no dragons in dreams."

…

It was Mason who came to support.

The speed of the ejector was so fast that even the dragonborn could not catch up, and all the monsters encountered on the way were killed. In order to avoid arousing the rebellious emotions of the people in the town, it would be better to turn these monsters with blood on their hands into fertilizer.

"Helping these people can not only save lives, but also establish a good image and help the little girl build strength. It really kills two birds with one stone."

"It's still about controlling monsters. Maybe I can try a different method. Instead of using blood to control them, I can directly control the monster's brain, and then use the brain to control the monster. Although the control is weaker, it can greatly save energy."

"He can also use profiteers to strengthen it later. With the same amount of health, he can get greater benefits."

Mason kept thinking. The little flower girl sat on his shoulder. The flame just now was just a cover. The treatment depended entirely on her ability.

Several plans took shape in his mind, and the red-haired young man solved all the problems he encountered. The little flower girl's control was invincible, and the attack of the red-haired young man and the dragon was like the god of death descending on the battlefield.

Although Nidhogg is small in size, it is a violent castle with great killing power on the battlefield.

Traditionally, the weapon of a dragon rider should be a dragon spear that is more than two meters long. Only such a weapon can cooperate with the dragon's charge and tear through the opponent's defense.

The damage of the will-o'-the-wisp after applying the [Holy Arms] is no less. The dazzling pure white and the blood thorns are combined together, combining both vision and power. No one can ignore the brilliance that bursts out when this sword pierces the enemy.

The only limitation is the energy problem. Fortunately, there are some large towns in the rescue area, which can be replenished on the spot.

While Nidhogg was refueling, others brought water and food to Mason and advised him to take a rest. The red-haired young man politely declined: "There are still many places to go next. I can't stay here for too long."

The bloodline who brought the food stood in awe and asked: "Where are you going next?"

"Go to the middle of the line. There are still some nails there. I am worried about their safety."

The Bloodline hesitated for a moment and whispered, "You don't have to work so hard. Those people are either small families or they are not within the scope of this garrison. They must have retreated long ago, and those who stayed behind must have been killed by monsters."

"What if someone is still alive? They are not as strong as other families, but they still insist on their own defense line. Maybe for the entire association, such people are not worth mentioning, but as long as I can do it, I don't want to give up anyone who can still survive."

Nidhogg swung his tail proudly upon hearing this, "This is my contractor! We are the embodiment of justice!"

The young man patted the other person's mouth helplessly and said, "Don't you feel ashamed to keep saying this?"

"How can this be shameful? This is the truth!"

Long Yi was filled with anger, but he was forced to calm down temporarily to refill the fuel, still muttering: "You don't understand, you haven't realized the true meaning of a dragon rider."

Everyone laughed together, dispelling some of the pain and shadows of death. After the dragon riders finished resting, they said goodbye to the people of Nail Town and left. The dragon flew away, and the flames of the jet gradually disappeared in the air.

The bloodline warriors stared for a long time. The person in charge of the town sighed and suddenly said, "Let those who are still able to fight get ready. We will send half of them out to provide support."

The deputy looked at him in surprise and said, "Are you sure you want to do this? We have already achieved our mission this time. If we continue to lose manpower, I'm afraid it will be bad for your evaluation when we return."

The person in charge pointed to the sky and said, "I know, but we can't just let one person do this. Even if he spends three days and three nights, it will be difficult for him to run the entire defense line alone."

Hope is like a seed. Even if it only takes root and sprouts in certain places, it will bloom into beautiful flowers.

More and more bloodline people began to help other towns. Mason advanced faster and faster. When he reached the middle, a large number of monsters had already destroyed those towns, leaving only ruins and traces of retreat.

He led the little girl to clear out the monsters along the way. After an unknown amount of time, they suddenly saw several monsters gnawing on human corpses on the side of the road. They were all killed by the little girl.

He asked Nidhogg to stop and bent down to collect the body fragments. Even if the dragon burned them in one breath, it would be better than leaving them in the wilderness.

The deceased's body was incomplete, with a hand-woven amulet under it, which contained an identity card.

【Bessiemer Carter, 36 years old, militiaman. 】

In order to identify the dead, Westerners would leave their identity information on their treasured things to facilitate future generations to find them. Mason carefully put away the amulet and let Nidhogg deal with the body. The red flame ignited on the human flesh and blood, silently watching the young man leave.

Following the skeletons, there were fewer and fewer monsters, and more and more corpses left. Just as the bloodline of the family said, most of the people here were dead.

Mason collected the remains for these people, and finally, he stopped in front of a corpse. Even though it was incomplete, it could be seen that the deceased was small in size. She engraved her message on the weapon.

The spear was made quite recently, but it had already been broken due to too many battles. The half that fell in the corpse's hand was engraved with a line of small words that was slightly different from the others.

[Zekalaya Barbara, 16 years old, I want to be a blacksmith]

The red-haired young man stood in front of her for a long time. He slowly bent down and picked up the broken weapon.

The black mist lingered on the tip of the spear and dissipated reluctantly. As if by illusion, he heard a sad sigh on the wind.