Chapter 255 The King Who Reigns Over the Night
The damp smell of coal ash and the sound of hammers filled the night of Black Wind Castle. The turbid air seemed to be filled with endless coal slag, causing the hell dwarves and goblins passing through here to keep their mouths tightly shut, not wanting to say a word.
As night fell, the magic crystal lamp on top of the factory slowly went out, leaving only the thick smoke from the chimney billowing over the city.
It is true that there is air circulation in the underground world, but it is definitely not as good as the surface. If you want to develop industry here, you will inevitably have to pay some price.
Fortunately, this is nothing to the Hell Dwarves who are active near the volcano all year round, nor is it a big deal to the Goblins whose products have a short shelf life.
Thanks to their dedication, Black Wind Castle is like a steel behemoth that never sleeps, running non-stop in the sunlightless underground, bringing nightmares and death to the humans on the front lines.
The Hell Dwarf sentry standing on the edge of the city wall yawned boredly and shouldered the magic stone gun, but he didn't notice that the sneer in the shadow was brushing past his shadow and silently blending into this huge sunken and noisy factory.
Too weak.
Perhaps because it is close to the Magic City, the guards stationed here have no vigilance at all. The lazy patrol frequency and bare city walls are almost equivalent to being completely undefended.
Zakro, lurking in the shadows, sneered and cast a sinister gaze towards the lord's mansion near the center of Black Wind Castle.
The black robe tightly wrapped around his thin and strong body, and the lowered brim of his hat hid his scarlet pupils, but it could not hide the hideousness that emanated from the inside out.
According to his understanding, that was Luo Yan's only home in the Magic City.
“Hehehe… Luo Yan, you know, the biggest mistake you made was not to make an enemy of the Dragun family, but to offend a strong man who is much stronger than you and no longer has any concerns.”
"I will kill you slowly...slowly...hahaha..."
The smile on Zakro's face gradually became morbid. As he imagined his enemy's face twisted in pain, he almost couldn't suppress the spread of murderous intent.
He moved forward quietly in the shadow of the building, like a ghost lurking in the night.
As for those fully armed guards, he didn't take them seriously at all. Those magic stone guns and muskets could only scare ordinary people. No one here could threaten him at all.
As for the mere silver-level demon king, he is not worth mentioning at all.
Even if Ye Ge died here, Zak Luo didn't have the slightest worry in his heart.
After all, that guy was just a platinum-level gargoyle, and there was a whole diamond-level gap between him and the amethyst-level gargoyle.
Even if the Demon King moved all the strong men in the maze here, they would be nothing more than trash that he could kill with just a flick of his finger... Those guys couldn't even compare to his son Reggie Dragun, let alone himself?
There is no chance for him to lose! Not even a little bit!
However, just as he was about to take action, he suddenly stopped and retracted the claws that were stretched forward.
Will it be...
Too smooth?
Standing on the roof, Zakro stared at the heavily guarded lord's mansion in the distance, and his eyes, which had originally been confident of victory, suddenly became uncertain.
According to common sense, Luo Yan should live there. And the newspapers in the Magic City also mentioned that since the plague broke out in Black Wind Castle, the so-called Demon King who cares about the lower-level demons has personally taken charge of the Lord's Mansion and even personally treated the goblins suffering from the plague.
But having said that, is that guy's vigilance really that low?
After all, he is also a purple crystal level demon, and now he is on the run. Since that guy is so smart, he must know that he will not let him go.
If it were me, I would at least find a safe place to stay... such as the Padrich family's manor.
Or at worst, living in the temple in the core urban area of Magic City is definitely safer than living in this remote place.
“That was a close call… I almost got ambushed!”
Zakro took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxious emotions, while releasing his mental power to carefully probe in the direction of the Lord's Mansion.
However, as soon as his mental tentacles touched the edge of the wall, they paused slightly and stopped.
A barrier has been cast on the wall of the lord's mansion!
Zakro's heart sank.
Although destroying the barrier was a piece of cake for him, it was undoubtedly equivalent to telling the other party that he was nearby! Luo Yan was here.
The fear is that guy is not here, but the Arbiter Force of the Ministry of Truth is stationed there.
The defenders of Black Wind Castle are indeed not worth worrying about, but the undead under Goligo's command are still very difficult to deal with.
A diamond-level leader with several platinum-level Death Knights, even if they can't take him down on the spot, they can definitely delay time until the strong men from the Demon City arrive here.
The distance is less than 100 kilometers, which is just a matter of minutes for a serious demigod.
Zakro's face was terribly gloomy and his teeth were almost broken.
In the past, he wouldn't have to worry about such trivial matters.
He had a lot of pawns to use, and those diligent subordinates would naturally find out for him. He only needed to sit behind the scenes and wait quietly for news... Even if he made up his mind to kill Luo Yan, he didn't need to do it himself, there were still a lot of pawns willing to work for him! But that was in the past.
Now he has nothing, and the only card left in his hand is the amethyst-level extraordinary power.
There was only one chance! If he failed, not only would he fail to kill Luo Yan, but he would also alert the enemy and expose himself to the Ministry of Truth and the Ministry of Intelligence...
It’s hard to say who will come at that time.
He had no time and no way out.
“…Damn it.”
If he had known it would be so troublesome, he should have killed that guy from the beginning! Instead of playing tricks with him! Although that would be troublesome, it would be much better than now! Zakro clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, but he could only suppress the anger in his heart.
Don't be impulsive...
He took a deep breath, cleared his thoughts, and looked down at the street below.
The best strategy now is to lurk in this mixed place, just like we did in the abandoned temple in the far suburbs of Magic City before, and wait for the most appropriate opportunity.
At least wait until that guy shows up! If he's in there, there's no way he won't come out forever. And if he's not there, there's no way he won't come back forever...
After weighing the pros and cons, Zakro jumped down from the roof and blended into the alleys of Black Wind Castle like a ghost.
He walked slowly forward, looking for a hiding place while looking at the surrounding street scenes with an expressionless face.
To be honest, the scene he saw from the street was far more shocking than the quick glance he took from a high place, and the feeling it gave him was completely different from what he saw in the briefing.
Is this...really still Black Wind Castle? In his old memories, Black Wind Castle was just a barren vassal land on the edge of the Magic City, with only a few scattered villages and pastures, extremely low productivity, and relying on the charity of the Dragun family for a long time to barely survive.
The only decent building in the entire wasteland was the fortress standing in the Black Wind Valley, and that fortress had long been bombed into ruins in the previous duel.
But now, compared with everything before us, the once majestic fortress seems insignificant.
Rows of buildings lined the streets, looking dirty but surprisingly orderly. Short goblins squatted under low metal sheds to sell goods, and several hell dwarves who had finished a day's work stood in front of the stalls to choose and select goods, and the rude bargaining sounds mixed with the shrill and hoarse shouting.
The riots and plagues long ago seemed to have no impact on these people's lives at all, or perhaps those traumas had been healed.
It's really strange.
These hellish dwarves actually didn't spend all their money on beer. Although their eyes were tired, at least their brains were unexpectedly awake.
Not just the Hell Dwarves, Goblins as well.
Those lazy goblins were not lazy at all in the hands of the Demon King of Thunder County. Every goblin had something to do. Even if some of the not-so-smart guys seemed to be busying around, it was always better than wandering around aimlessly or being in a daze.
The more Zakro looked, the more astonished he became, and he was extremely surprised.
Even if the orders from the Ministry of War brought some business to the local area, it would only enrich the pockets of the Demon King of Thunder County. There is no way he could create a city out of thin air in the wilderness... right?
This land has completely changed!
This is no longer the dilapidated, chaotic and barren Black Wind Castle, but rather has a thriving feel.
Zakro's expression turned gloomy again.
Without a doubt.
This is by no means a product of natural development.
There is only one explanation for the change here—the guy who stole his son's research results rewrote some rules that run under the world with the power of gods! That is the extraordinary above the extraordinary!
Its destructive power may not be as great as that of an ordinary transcendent, but it can touch the origin that even a demigod-level powerhouse cannot touch—the rules that determine the order in which all things operate!
"The secret to becoming a god... is in your hands! I knew it... How can a mere silver-level demon king dare to challenge the Dragun family without any trump cards in his hand... Hehehe..."
Indulging in that paranoid fantasy, Zakro's eyes gradually turned into greed.
Actually, that can’t be considered a fantasy.
Even if the reasoning is completely wrong, there is still a chance to get the truth of this world, not to mention that Zakro has studied it carefully.
In the history of this planet, all those who have become gods, from ancient times to the present, have been people who have changed the "rules of the game".
This is true for the demon god Bayeli, the god of machinery Isaac, and Saint Sith.
As for the heroes who followed them, even if they possessed demigod-level powers, in the end they could at best leave behind a page of epic proportions in the grand story of the times.
If it is from this perspective, he does have reason to doubt...even if this so-called reason is more intuitive.
But none of this matters anymore.
The more he verified his conjecture, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the angrier he became—after all, in his opinion, all this should belong to his son, his family, and him who controlled the Dragun family! Zakro's chest was filled with resentful anger, leaving him with only that hateful face and the secrets behind it, but he was completely unaware that he was incompatible with this city.
This place is different from other districts in the Magic City. After several rounds of purges, the order of Black Wind Castle has long been firmly under the control of Luo Yan.
From the streets to the factories and even the alleys of the slums, all the goblins were organized.
There is no real spies from the Lord's Mansion here, but the spies from the Lord's Mansion are everywhere.
It is not difficult to sneak in here without being noticed, but if one wants to fit in here, he has to put aside all his pride and become a sociable rat, otherwise the powerful force will only expose him faster.
Zakro naturally disdains to do this, because most demons will not cause trouble for themselves even if they find him suspicious... After all, there are many sneaky guys in the hell where all kinds of people mix.
But this is Black Wind Castle.
Pairs of eyes stared at him quietly, and then quietly retreated into the shadows, as if nothing had happened...
…
At the same time, on the other side, in the center of the Goblin community, an overturned carriage lay on its side on the street corner, with a crooked wooden sign hanging on it, with a few rough words written on it - Black Wind Castle Residents Committee.
To be honest, this name is too long and difficult to pronounce.
Snik had been thinking about changing the name to one that sounded more majestic and domineering. Coincidentally, his subordinates all suggested that since his carriage was black, he might as well change it to "Black Club", which would be more appropriate as it would be connected with the name of Black Wind Castle.
Snik thought that this was the case, so he shamelessly went to discuss it with the respected lord. However, as soon as he put forward the proposal, the lord threw it out, so the matter had to be dropped.
The neighborhood committee is the neighborhood committee.
It's just a name anyway, just like that shabby carriage, its plain appearance does not hinder its awesomeness.
Another enjoyable day.
As the night grew darker, Snik sat leisurely on the tattered wooden box in the carriage, smoking a cigar he had borrowed from the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce, flipping through the account book in his hand, humming a leisurely tune, and thinking about which tavern he would go to later to have fun.
At this moment, a goblin with sweat all over his forehead suddenly rushed in, shouting in panic.
"Director! Something happened!"
Snicker lazily lifted his eyelids and blew a mouthful of eye circles.
"You little bastards, all you do is yell about trouble all day long, and in the end you either use dead mice to amuse me or fight yourselves until your brains are soaked... Tell me, what's the matter?"
The goblin said tremblingly.
"There's a strange man in a black robe! He doesn't look like a good person!"
Snick scoffed.
"Heh, there are so many strange guys in Black Wind Castle. Last night, a drunk hell dwarf came to the wrong door. Is that all? Why don't you just kick him out?"
His younger brother shook his head like a rattle and continued nervously.
"This time it's different! That guy seems to be... a terrifying demon!"
Terror?! Snap! The cigar in Snick's hand fell to the ground, and the ash he had deliberately left long shattered all over the floor.
The air suddenly became quiet.
The goblins squatting beside the carriage looked at each other, and Snik's eyes were filled with astonishment, which gradually became sharp.
Terror?
In Blackwind Castle?
He narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Oh, this is interesting."
He raised his hand and slapped the account book, then stood up and waved his claws: "Alright, don't just stand there, go contact the Lord's Mansion! Tell that distinguished lord that a big shot is visiting Black Wind Castle."
"yes!"
Several goblins immediately rushed out, faster than a thief, and disappeared into the streets of Black Wind Castle.
Snick sat down again, picked up the cigar from the ground, shook off the mud on it, lit it slowly, leaned back in the creaking recliner, grinned and whispered to himself.
"Hey, it's going to be fun."
…
At the same time, in the Lord’s Mansion of Black Wind Castle.
Luo Yan had just finished reading a report on factory expansion when a milky white shadow suddenly appeared on the window glass.
Looking at the Demon King working at his desk, Youyou spoke with a hint of excitement that could not be concealed—
"Master Demon! It's Elder Zakro! That amethyst-level BOSS has sneaked in!"
Startled by the sudden sound, Luo Yan almost kicked the switch of the teleportation array under the table, sending himself back to his hometown in Leiming County.
"In? Where?"
"No, no! He's still wandering around the streets of Black Wind Castle. He hasn't come in yet!"
“…”
Luo Yan rolled his eyes speechlessly and waved the magic wand in his hand, causing the feather pen hanging on the table to fly up again.
"Next time remember to finish your sentence."
"...I wanted to finish what I was saying, but you didn't give me a chance." Youyou complained in a low voice, floating from the window to Luo Yan's side. She quickly regained her spirits and said eagerly, "Master Demon King, please give me the order!"
Recently, Luo Yan finally understood why this guy always looked like he was looking for chaos in the world.
It seems that the world is too peaceful, which is indeed not conducive to starting a business.
On the contrary, every time he fought with the Dragun family, the aftermath made the goblins scream, but the power of faith increased rapidly, even from seven digits to eight digits!
That was not only contributed by the lower-level demons, but also a considerable part came from the high-level demons in the Demon City—
The power of faith contributed by those grandmasters and even demigod-level old guys every time they were surprised was enough to surprise a hell dwarf whose strength was no more than that of adamantium for a whole year! If he didn't have his own temple in the Demon City, and his strength and foundation were far inferior to those deep-rooted demon families, the power of faith he could absorb would probably be even more exaggerated.
"Where is Zakro now? How far is he from the Lord's Mansion?"
Youyou said excitedly.
"Not too far! He's near the Goblin community, and seems to be planning to settle down in your territory."
A gleam of light flashed in Luo Yan's eyes, and he immediately guessed what Zak Luo was going to do.
really.
This guy is now at the end of his rope. He doesn't even have a card to use, so he has to take action himself.
But it seemed that he still had a way out. He didn't intend to die with him, but planned to kill him with one blow and then escape far away from the Demon City. That was why he didn't rush in and make a scene, but carefully confirmed whether he was here.
If nothing unexpected happened, he should have released his spiritual power to spy on his mansion. But now this guy is extremely cowardly. After touching the existence of the barrier, he immediately retreated and didn't even dare to poke a layer of window paper.
"Youyou, post a server announcement for me and tell the players of Black Wind Castle that the limited-time event has begun! Also, open the teleportation array near the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory to waive the teleportation fee for a limited time!"
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"Okay!" In the blink of an eye, the energetic Youyou disappeared in the room.
At the same time, rows of dark green pop-up windows appeared in front of all players.
[Server Announcement: An unknown Amethyst Level (VIII) BOSS appears in Black Wind Castle! His identity is suspected to be the Terror Demon Zakro Dragun, extremely dangerous! ]
[Mission Trigger: Black Wind Castle has entered a state of war. All players are requested to take action immediately, encircle and destroy the target, and defend the order of Black Wind Castle! ]
[Reward: Any form of damage to Zakro will earn you coins and contribution points. The player who kills the target will receive a special title, and an epic artifact will drop! ]
Luo Yan didn’t know whether Zakro had any magical weapon on him, but he didn’t think the players could really kill this guy anyway.
But this is the Magic City, and there are more than just Zakro, Amethyst-level strongmen. As long as the noise is loud enough and this guy is forced out, there are plenty of people to deal with him! Compared to waiting for the Ministry of Truth to act in a big way, this is the most useful! He wants to catch him off guard! At the same time as the announcement was released, the players inside and outside the server were instantly boiling, and both life and combat professional players put down the work they were doing.
"What the hell?! He's alive again?!"
"Why are there so many server activities recently, one after another, without stopping..."
"Isn't the pace of the closed beta game a bit too fast? I'm a professional gamer and I'm almost promoted to bronze..."
"Stop talking nonsense! This is an epic divine outfit! If it could be found, I would be so rich!"
"What the hell are you dreaming about? That's a purple crystal level BOSS! It has to be at least level 130!"
"So what? We can just use our numbers to kill him!"
"That's right! I'm going to drive the magic crystal tank out of the warehouse! You guys cover me for a while!"
"I heard that if you scratch it, you will get a reward!"
"Fuck, I rushed brothers!"
“Ahhhhh!!!”
The excited voices spread from the workshop of the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory to the warehouse, shocking the confused dwarves and goblins of hell.
Some players jumped into the tanks and started the engines with a clanging sound. Some brave players rushed directly into the blocks where the boss might be hiding, while others climbed to the commanding heights of Black Wind Castle and followed the map to find Zakro's traces.
At this moment, Zakro didn't know that a certain "mysterious existence" had already set its sights on him and was constantly leading the devil's servants to his side.
At first, Zakro just felt something was wrong, but he didn't take it too seriously. It wasn't until a group of skeleton soldiers blocked him in the alley that he suddenly realized that his whereabouts had been exposed! "Zakro! Surrender! You're surrounded!" With a translation crystal hanging on his chest, a player squeezed to the front row, shouted excitedly, and pulled the trigger silently.
A dark green light spurted out from the muzzle of the magic stone gun and shot towards Zakro's face.
However, a strange scene happened.
The dark green magic light faded silently into the shadows in the alley like a stubbed-out cigarette butt.
[Dragon Walk·Shura Battle Blade] swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva and stared straight ahead with both eyes.
"Shit... Is there a bug?"
The other brother standing next to him was equally surprised, with a soul fire of astonishment burning in his skull.
Don't call it scraping --
This guy didn't even shave a hair! ?
Zakro looked at the uneven skeleton soldiers in front of him with an expressionless face, and suddenly a strange laugh came out of his mouth.
"hehe…"
The laughter was restrained at first, but then it grew louder and louder, like a flood that broke through a dam and submerged the originally quiet alley.
He had carefully concealed his breath.
Not only did he avoid the guards and patrols of Black Wind Castle, he even condescended to hide in the smelly goblin community, but he was still discovered.
really--
That guy really has mastered the power of God! No wonder he felt like there was an eye staring at him from above his head, but he didn't know where that sight came from.
This explains it!
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"
Zakro's smile became more and more crazy, the expression on his face began to distort, and the muscles all over his body expanded like boiling magma.
Now that it has been exposed——
It seems there is no need to continue acting!
"you--"
"No one will survive!"
At this moment, he no longer suppressed his strength, and the enormous power was released in an instant, tearing the black robe covering his wings and devil horns into pieces, and covering the entire Black Wind Castle in an instant!
The goblins and hell dwarves living in the nearby communities were all shocked, and Snik, who was lying in the carriage waiting to watch the show, lost his grip on the cigar and dropped it to the ground.
Fear spread throughout his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to look around but couldn't move his neck.
What on earth just happened?!
The power of fear was like glue, sticking to the joints of his whole body.
At the same time, the people from Longxing World who were crowded in the alley also felt the terrifying power.
"Oh no! The Boss is about to go all out!"
"Get ready to start—"
Before the word "ball" was uttered, a ball of purple flame swept across the entire alley like thunder.
Dozens of players turned into ashes in an instant, not even an inch of ashes was left! The walls on both sides were like being blown by dragon breath, leaving huge gaps!
The goblin huddled in the shadows stared blankly at the horrible demon standing in the flames. No sound came out of his throat, and his hands and feet were trembling so much that he couldn't move.
They had no idea what was happening. In the blink of an eye, the wall of their house disappeared, and then they couldn't move...
At this moment, the building more than ten meters high above their heads began to tilt towards the alley because it had lost half of its load-bearing wall.
Amid the goblin screams, the two buildings collapsed towards the middle at the same time, forming an arch bridge in the rolling dust.
Zakro's figure flashed, and his body, which had expanded to two meters in height, was already standing dozens of meters away.
A guard passing by raised his gun and aimed at him in fear, but before he could pull the trigger, he lost the part of his body below the knee and fell in a pool of blood with a scream.
The blood spread to his ankles, and Zakro, with a ferocious look on his face, was completely bloodthirsty.
A magic crystal tank rushed into the street, but before it could raise its gun and aim near him, its turret was blown away by a whistling claw.
The armored steel mixed with chromium was like paper in front of this guy! "All of you die!" Zakro roared, his dark eyes fell on the lord's mansion not far away, and the fragile barrier shattered into snowflakes almost as soon as it came into contact with his eyes.
He thought the people from the Ministry of Truth were waiting there, but he didn't smell the disgusting smell of death, but a familiar smell...
Zakro, who had fallen into madness, was stunned for a moment, and then a hideous smile appeared on his face.
I see……
"Hahahaha! Luo Yan! You must think you won, right?! Hahahaha! Too naive!!"
It seems that my respected teacher still cares about me.
The dead cannot enter Parliament—
Since I'm leaving here anyway, it doesn't matter if I'm used by that old guy again!
Hearing the shrill laughter, Luo Yan's expression changed slightly.
It wasn’t entirely because of that guy’s strength, nor because of what Zakro said, but because this guy had a... familiar smell on him?
"Mad Talker... How is it possible?!"
This is the Demon City!
Under the nose of the devil Paya!
And isn't that thing highly contagious?
Why--
He was puzzled, with a myriad of thoughts running through his mind, and in an instant he deduced countless possibilities.
Just as he was stunned, in a dark alley two streets away from the lord's mansion, a rotten coffin lid that was tilted in a garbage dump suddenly opened a crack, and then a faint green light floated out from the crack.
The profound netherworld energy was like a firefly, bringing a ray of light to the suffocating darkness.
The goblins around moved their necks with difficulty and cast surprised glances at the silent coffin.
This thing...
When was it put here?
Nobody knows.
In their impression, the person sleeping there was just a piece of rotten wood and no one cared about it at all.
Just when the goblins were at a loss, the rotten coffin suddenly exploded with a bang, and the heavy door panel was like a wooden door that was kicked away, sweeping out a smooth passage through the garbage pile.
The sound of soft leather heels hitting the ground was heard, and a tall and slender figure appeared under the shadow of the coffin.
His face was as pale as jade, and his handsome features revealed a cold and sinister aura. The slightly messy dark purple hair on his forehead swayed gently in the windless night, teasing his slowly opening purple pupils, like black clouds brushing against a purple moon.
The wind stopped for a moment.
The night froze my breath.
Everything was quiet all around, as if welcoming the king who ruled the night, and no one dared to be disrespectful.
Zakro, who was laughing wildly, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and then a chill that penetrated deep into his bones climbed up along his ankles and silently gripped his pounding heart.
Something was hiding in the darkness! And it was staring at him! He was like a frightened beast, staring fiercely at the night curtain.
Before he could see clearly what it was, a swarm of bats covering the sky and the sun flew over his head.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk——”
The sound was like the evil laugh of death.
Zakro took a step back in fear, shook open the wings behind him, and turned around and ran without a second's hesitation! However, just as his wings were spread out, several blood-red spears fell from the sky, piercing through the two wings behind him like lightning, and pinned him firmly to the ground with a scream!
Zakro howled in pain, twisted his body to shatter the blood spear that was holding his wings, and dodged across several streets in an attempt to create some distance. However, as soon as his heels touched the ground, he saw a slender figure waiting at the entrance of the alley ten meters away.
So fast!
This guy might be as strong as a master! Who is it?! Festing?! No——
That aura is not a shadow demon! It's more like... a vampire?!
Zakro's pupils suddenly contracted, and purple flames circulated throughout his body. A trace of heat was emitted from under the fangs hanging from the corners of his mouth, tensing every nerve in his body.
As the sound of soft leather heels approached, he finally saw the face in the shadow.
And almost at the same time, a hint of despair finally appeared in those scarlet pupils.
"Who are you--"
"Roxie Colin."
The man standing at the end of the alley gracefully took off his gloves and threw them in front of the trembling Zakro.
"It seems you took advantage of my daughter, probably last year."
Looking at the gloves lying in front of him, Zakro swallowed and said in a hoarse voice.
"That was a misunderstanding... She was the one who insisted on taking my child away... I actually... didn't want to cause any more trouble..."
Roxelles looked at him silently, then curled his chin and turned his gaze towards the lord's mansion not far away.
"What about this? How do you want to explain it?"
"explain……"
Feeling the silent pressure, Zakro clenched his teeth, almost breaking them.
It's not just fear.
He felt even more humiliated! As the former head of the Dragun family and an elder who had ruled behind the scenes for a century, even Caesar Colin, the father of this guy, had never spoken to him like this. How dare a mere junior come and jump in front of him! If he hadn't been delayed in his cultivation by studying the way to become a god, with his soul foundation, he would have broken through the bottleneck of the purple crystal level long ago!
"Don't be so arrogant! You're a master who just broke through, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Zakro roared fiercely but weakly, the muscles on his face twitching, trying to overwhelm him with his momentum.
"Besides... I'm helping you! Do you think a strong and ambitious bastard will be grateful to you for letting him go? Sooner or later, he will take back everything you owe him! And your own daughter, your own son... Do you think he will let them go?!"
"Get out of here if you know what's best for you! Besides...Gorigo Soran has acquiesced, so who the hell are you as for being an heir who hasn't even taken over yet?!"
Roxay shook his head slightly, looking at Elder Zakro who was gasping for breath like a trapped beast. A rare decisiveness appeared on his indecisive face, just like frost quietly covering the gentle surface of a lake, hiding the temperature beneath the ice.
"I am nothing."
"I'm his father, that's all."
(End of this chapter)