Black Sail
Chapter 586: CCIII. The Might of the Dragon_3

Chapter 586: CCIII. The Might of the Dragon_3

That’s fine.

Quickly eliminate Crocodile Island, swiftly enter the city. The main culprit of the Northern Prison riot is still waiting for me to deal with.

Back then, Liszt used Corrosive Potion to release many old guns of the Northern Realm. These old guns knew that a single strand wouldn’t make a thread, and they had to release the most ruthless guys from the deepest parts for the riot to succeed.

Thinking carefully...

Zote remembers it was Hened and two others who came to the deepest level back then, released him, and swept away all the guards along the way, giving these guys a chance to escape from the tightly guarded big prison.

Liszt? He’s one of the masterminds behind the whole riot, there’s some connection, but sadly, he’s opposed to me.

As expected by Zote.

Just as the next round of bombardment was about to begin.

"Indeed, there are many differences between the Royal Court and the Sect. The strategies of both sides are different but harmonious; fighting without causing harm. Your efforts to breach the city are in vain. And indeed, we need to fight a battle. Our superiors have chosen Mulong as the time and place. And as for the participants, it’s evident that we two are sacrificial pawns. This makes it simple, not harming national strength. We fight one-on-one, a life-and-death duel, how about it? If you win, the troops in the city will cooperate with your every action."

With troops at the city gates, the disadvantage is immense and irreversible. This is the only solution that Crocodile Island can think of. If Zote truly attacked, his rank would drop immensely, better dead.

The clergy adjutants next to Zote were dumbfounded. In the world, where is there such a good deal? Now, you are at an absolute disadvantage, with no escape, yet dare to make conditions.

"Fine, as you wish. I have asked the heavens for divination, determined misfortune or fortune. Today... you will undoubtedly die."

Zote, dressed in the "Ten Directions Great Destruction," holding the Nameless Giant Blade, looked like the Demon Lord of the Annihilation Domain.

The people from the Sect were all dumbfounded, Banu was also stunned, not to mention the half-outsider nature of the Evil Dragon Judge. This man... does he believe himself to be absolutely invincible?

"Haha..." Crocodile Island laughed twice, but even with one foot half-stepped into the coffin, this elderly man spoke with such firmness, "Alright, step forward and face me in battle at the base of the city."

Crocodile Island was just about to climb down the city wall, but at this moment.

Even the speed of a horse, compared to a Dragon, is like a wheelchair racing against a Ferrari.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition has already begun.

The Imperial Arena is fiercely competitive at the moment, and here we must make a quick decision. If the news about Saleret breaks, Mulong remains a mess, Zote lively and energetic, that’s when conversations turn into roaring laughter.

Claw is Sword, Scales are steel armor.

In the instant of wing movement, the sky and earth crumbled.

It was a gigantic dragon with a wingspan close to a hundred meters, its scales a strange purple-black color, soaring through the sky, with its wings spiraling, stirring strong winds that scattered the ash clouds in a few miles.

Instantly the clouds parted to reveal the sun, the sky bright blue and clear; the scorching sun created heat waves that distorted the space with vapor.

In the blink of an eye, it sped to the sky above Silver Moon City. The speed was too fast; within a few breaths, it had swooped down from the sky, previously only a small black dot, and now, within moments, it was an ancient fierce beast sweeping over.

The purple-black Dragon Breath that could bake the earth to porcelain, this pillar of fire rolled hundreds of meters in length, as if divine punishment descending, an irresistible divine might, spraying towards Silver Moon City, indiscriminate slaughter along the central street.

The army in the city, even in the best armor, instantly incinerated to molten iron, bones evaporated into flying ash in a moment, brick buildings, and streets flashed with strange luster like porcelain.

A field of scorched earth.

Already demoralized by the dragon’s roar, the city’s army now utterly panicked.

Garscek is the largest shareholder of Black Sail, receiving the most dividends, though it was spontaneous, playing casually is fine.

Such a formation, that kind of earth-shattering momentum, even several miles away, transmitted to the Church Court, making everyone’s hairs stand upright, like an inner voice screaming for departure, with scalp exploding, liver and gall trembling.

Zote remained calm in the face of the collapse, revealing a bizarre sneer.

This trip to Mulong is of no consequence to him; the greatest threat is still the two dragons discovered that day. This time... you can’t escape.

As long as the mobility that cannot be surmounted between species is restrained, Zote will strike them down with one blade.

"Stop being stunned, it’s your job now."

Zote called out to the Evil Dragon Judge.

Garscek flies too fast.

Liszt and his group are on the way here.

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