Chapter 215 Miss
With a deafening roar, a massive hole was ripped open in the dungeon of the Scarlet Bazaar, used to hold slaves and magical beasts. Bricks and rubble rained down on them like raindrops. Nova stood there, calmly watching the dragon cub take flight amidst the chaotic screams. The next second, Marshilin grabbed her and roughly shoved her into a safer corner.
The red-haired girl, without even looking up, smashed a huge brick that was falling towards them with one punch. Before turning around to chase the dragon, she nodded menacingly at the black-haired young man who was staring at her with wide eyes.
"Stay here and don't run around."
She had already run a few steps out, but after thinking it over, she ran back and said seriously, "If you run around again, I'll complain to Azuka."
professor:"……"
Ole on the side couldn't help but sneer, but as soon as Marshilin left, a shadow emerged from under the professor's feet without any warning.
Countless hands tried to grab the pale, bony ankles and drag him into the depths of the shadows—but before those hideous shadow claws could touch the edge of his clothes, the black-haired young man disappeared from the spot, and the sudden shadow swamp deep in the dungeon seemed to be corroded and turned into a pool of thick black water.
The professor, who was grabbed by the collar and thrown aside by the assassin leader, blinked slowly - it was not his own idea to run around.
Orel's face looked particularly ugly. This was a move he had even personally taught to his own people.
Daniga's face emerged from the depths of darkness.
He walked very slowly, his face extremely pale. Ole's throat moved, and his iron-blue eyes gathered a gloomy storm.
As the attacker inched closer, the dagger at the young assassin's neck flashed a blinding white light. The captor was merciless, the blade slicing through the skin and sinking deep into the flesh, drawing blood in a thin stream of crimson.
The young man who was always smiling showed a look of painful shame on his face: "...Sorry, Boss, I was careless."
Aure looked past him, expressionlessly watching the more people emerging from behind Daniga. They were familiar faces, some from his tribe, some from the Shadow Chasers.
"Why."
He showed no emotion and even spoke in a declarative tone.
Surrounded by the crowd, the old man standing at the front had watched Ole and Daniga grow up, and he remembered him as a stern yet loving elder. As a child, he'd often hidden away and cried because of his father's harsh criticism and indifference. It was this elder who took the initiative to review combat techniques with him, even slipping candy into his pocket, acting like a kind of mentor to him.
Ole closed his eyes and said, "...I never thought you would be the one taking the lead and resorting to such dirty and filthy tactics."
"That person cannot live." The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with murderous intent. He stared at the black-haired young man who was still coughing beside Orel. "You are leading our people towards the abyss. I cannot let you mess around with the lives of our entire tribe."
"Danija's life, or the lives of those around you, choose one," he announced calmly.
The professor, who was coughing and peeking out from behind Ole to watch the show, said: "Wow."
It appeared, and the bloody plot required a choice between the two. I never thought that he, the ultimate villain, would one day participate in this scene.
"You've watched me grow up, so you should know me well and my temper." Ole impatiently shoved the man behind him, his voice gradually becoming colder and harsher. "If threats worked on me, I would have honestly taken over that old man's job long ago."
The other person's chest rose and fell violently, and he looked very angry: "That's one of our greatest patriarchs, your father! You——"
"Excuse me, I'm also your clan leader now." The assassin sneered coldly, "I don't even acknowledge the title of 'greatest'. He led the entire clan into such disgusting and filthy deeds. In my heart, he's nothing but scum and shit."
Two blades slid out of the assassin's hands, one on the left and one on the right, like two bright silver crescent moons. The expression on Ole's face gradually became cold, and true murderous intent began to emerge in his eyes.
"Since you are old and your mind is not clear," he warned in a deep voice, "I will give you one last chance. Let Daniga go—and you too. I have already given you a chance."
The assassin's iron-blue eyes scanned the faces he'd seen so often, causing many of the Shadow Chasers to lower their heads. When Ole realized, somewhat dazedly, that the betrayer's name was identical to his previous life's, though at least a few details were missing, an inexplicable emotion, even greater than anger and pain, surged from deep within his chest.
How fucking funny, Orel thought sarcastically, it seems that His Majesty also serves as the God of Destiny.
He heard an extremely clear breaking sound deep inside his body, like a farewell to the past.
"You are no longer my brothers." The dark-haired, brown-skinned assassin, holding two blades, leaned forward slightly and declared with unnatural calmness, "Even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I will personally tear your heads off one by one."
The Doom Lord who broke out of the dungeon caused a huge riot. The people of Port Morris, who had not yet recovered from the shadow of the last dragon attack, encountered a nightmare again, and the streets were filled with screams and cries.
Maxine chased the dragon's shadow, always on guard against the other side's attack - but the dragon seemed to have no interest in the panicked people on the ground. It was only focused on flying desperately towards the sea, as if there was something extremely terrifying in Port Morris.
If the Doom Lord could speak, he would have unleashed a barrage of curses. Dragons are not stupid beasts; on the contrary, they are incredibly cunning and intelligent creatures. As its energy gradually recovered, the dragon cub clearly detected the scent of the white dragon, rapidly approaching Port Morris. Furthermore, the beautiful red stone worn by the black-haired human around his neck carried the same scent as the terrifying presence that had reminded it of death.
The dragon just wanted to escape.
Damn humans, so treacherous and cunning! The dragon cub flapped its wings with all its might, cursing inwardly that its wounds hadn't healed yet and couldn't fly any faster. The destruction of the magic tool had nothing to do with a single scale of its own; it had no intention of escaping until its wounds healed. But no one would believe a dragon's roar. What if that black-haired human was using it as an excuse to kill it?
Don't think that it didn't see the greed in the other's eyes. There was no emotion at all, it was all desire for its beautiful scales and strong body.
"boom--"
The dragon cub, like a cannonball out of control, crashed to the ground, knocking over half the street's stones. It struggled in panic, instinctively opening its mouth to spit flames, but a dragon claw clamped down on its jaws.
Azra roared proudly, raised his head proudly, and prepared to accept the screams of the people around him with dignity - wait, these screams seemed to be not only directed at him?
Someone pointed overhead and shouted, "—Dragons! Lots of dragons!"
Yes, dragons of all shapes and sizes, large and small, swept across the sky of Port Morris from the coastline like a hurricane sweeping through autumn leaves. Thank the gods, there was no third dragon—but it wasn't much better. Small and medium-sized dragons were also very dangerous monsters.
Azra screamed in dissatisfaction, causing the people of Port Morris around her to cover their ears, and then watched in amazement as dozens of dragons began to descend from the sky. They surrounded the Windrunner, regardless of race or size, and all lay on the ground trembling in submission.
That's more like it. Having scared his own kind, Ezra snorted with satisfaction, turning his head to claim the credit. Wait, where's the master? The dragon stared at the empty back, dazed and confused. He was clearly there just now!
Deep in the dungeon, Nova, who was watching the battle, was suddenly and without warning grabbed from behind. Startled, thinking someone had slipped past Ole's defenses, he immediately aimed the gun, hidden in his sleeve, at the man's exposed toes and prepared to shoot.
The man suddenly tightened his grip on his wrist, pressing somewhere unclear, and a sudden soreness shot through his arm. He groaned and was forced to let go. The dropped pistol was caught by someone, who then slowly lifted the hem of his shirt and placed the unloaded pistol back into the holster at his waist.
"...Shh, it's me." A familiar voice, tinged with laughter, whispered softly beside him. The other person hugged his waist even tighter, and a warm breath flowed down the back of his neck into his—the person even seemed to take a deep breath, like a pervert.
Nova: “…”
This bastard scares people as soon as he comes back!
"I missed you so much. Did you miss me?" Azuka sniffed the scent of his lover deeply with longing. The warm and soft skin on the side of his neck trembled slightly under his lips. He couldn't help but lick and bite it, and then he got what he wanted and had a white mark scratched on his arm.
"Be mindful of the situation." The professor grabbed the guy's arm, frowned, and lowered his voice to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.
Over there, the second male lead is still fighting against many people in a fierce battle.
"No problem, they can't see us - and Orel can handle it." The savior reluctantly raised his eyelids and took the time to glance at his friend... By the way, has his old enemy's waist become narrower?
He frowned and simply picked up the man by the waist to weigh him - the professor, whose feet were suddenly off the ground, had a blank look on his face.
"...You've lost some weight again." The blond young man sighed sadly.
"You must have had a hard time during this period." He lowered his eyes and kissed the pale corners of the black-haired young man's eyes lovingly: "I'm sorry for not being with you..."
Then he heard the person in his arms suddenly call his name in a cold voice: "Azuka."
"Um?"
Azuka leaned over with a smile, and the other turned his head and gave him a quick kiss on the face perfunctorily.
"I missed you, too." His nemesis replied expressionlessly, one by one, "I'm not thin. It's your illusion. I eat well. You don't have to feel sorry."
"—Finally, let me go, now."
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