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Chapter 925: 756: The Sword Hanging High (End of Script)_2

Chapter 925: Chapter 756: The Sword Hanging High (End of Script)_2

But he vaguely knew that he was being carried by this thing, flying above the sea.

After being stunned and confused for a few seconds.

The little boy screamed again.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Help me!”

The terrified screams rushed across the sea, but no one ever responded to him.

Until a pitch-black island appeared ahead on the ocean surface.

The island seemed no bigger than a fortress. Its surface was covered with jagged rocks, sharp formations jutting out everywhere, shaping into eerie and strange forms like a massive claw reaching towards the sky.

The little boy watched helplessly as he got closer and closer to the island. The sharp stones narrowly missed him, and he shut his eyes in fear before feeling himself violently thrown outward.

Bang! Bang!

He hit the ground heavily, rolling two or three times before his body was bruised by the hard gravel.

The little boy quickly climbed to his feet, lifting his head to see an enormous black dragon swooping past above him.

“Dragon?… Dragon!”

He stumbled back in fear.

Soon, the black dragon landed nearby, a thick aura of red blood energy spilling out. The giant black dragon instantly transformed into a human teenager, around thirteen or fourteen years old.

Seeing the human appearance, the little boy calmed down slightly.

But he soon realized.

This human teenager looked eerily familiar, just like the nightmare he had that night. So within two or three seconds, the little boy was terrified once again.

“It’s you! Don’t come near me!”

Watching the teenager approach step by step.

The boy panicked and tried to run away, but the rocky terrain tripped him up after just two steps, sending him tumbling to the ground again.

When he looked up again.

The person who had been far away was now right before him.

“Save your screams for later, so you’ll have some strength left to struggle.”

The silent teenager finally spoke, his dark red eyes flickering slightly, staring at the boy on the ground with interest.

Hearing this, the boy almost screamed again but forced it back down.

He looked at him in shock: “You… you can speak?!”

“How surprising, I can actually talk.”

The teenager grinned, and before the boy could react, his hands moved like lightning, pinning the boy’s shoulders down swiftly.

Thick waves of blood energy spread across the island. The teenager’s scarlet eyes gleamed, fangs bared, as he suddenly bit into the boy’s neck!

“Ah!”

The boy let out a short, sharp scream.

He instinctively struggled, but his body was firmly restrained in place.

Gradually, he lost the strength to resist.

Under the dark sky, the entire island began to glow red faintly.

Massive magic sigils were carved out across the ground, radiating a crimson light. The quiet black night turned blood-red, with turbulent waves crashing violently against the island’s edges.

Within moments, the island seemed to have shrunk slightly.

The boy’s eyes went blank, while blood gushed out from the wound on his neck.

Around the wound, an engraving resembling the magical sigils on the island’s surface slowly appeared.

After draining the boy of blood, Luo Kun swiftly slit his own wrist, pressing the wound against the boy’s neck. Instantly, countless red lights converged toward them from all over the island.

Luo Kun’s expression remained calm, his eyes fixed firmly on the boy’s transformation.

The energy on the island surged and shifted furiously, even whipping up harsh gales. The waves under the night sky rose dozens of meters high before crashing heavily against the island.

Moments later.

The size of the island had halved.

A hint of scarlet light flickered in the boy’s previously blank brown eyes.

Yet the red glow in Luo Kun’s eyes dimmed. He suddenly released his wrist from the boy’s neck, dark energy flickering across his body as he swiftly transformed into a massive black dragon.

The black dragon lay on the ground, its limbs tucked beneath its body, and its enormous wings drooped lazily by its sides.

It didn’t want to move anymore.

[Congratulations on completing the side quest: Pass on the Black Dragon Bloodline.]

The special dragon species didn’t believe in faith as a spiritual sustenance. What they revered and passed down was purely the power of flesh and blood.

A power rooted in their bloodline.

Far more convenient than the finicky Ice and Snow Elves.

The boy, with his scarlet eyes, collapsed to the ground, embracing the violent yet ancient and profound dragon inheritance. Energy from the island steadily converged toward him.

This process would probably take quite a long time.

As for why he was chosen?

Simply because he happened to be there.

There were only five minutes left.

Just enough time to finish the transfer.

…

…

Eastern Continent, Royal Capital.

During the final five minutes.

Xu Shuo wondered, what if this frequently scatterbrained Ice and Snow Elf decided to turn against him?

Even though his spiritual energy was depleted, making it hard for him to overpower the fully restored Ice and Snow Elf immediately, he still had other methods at his disposal.

Such as that bug-level ultimate trump card he’d been holding back on.

Being taken down was absolutely impossible!

But as things stood now…

Rewinding time didn’t seem right; not rewinding time felt equally off…

In the end, it was all rather speechless.

At this moment.

Zuo Fang was woken up from his dreams by the game’s countdown.

When he gathered his thoughts, he was excited to share this piece of good news with someone. But upon opening the door to that person’s room, his joy quickly turned to fright.

“Holy shit?!”

“Holy shit, holy shit!”

Zuo Fang, in shock, yelled “holy shit” three times in a row!

If he didn’t know this was a proper storyline, he might’ve mistaken it for some random comedy sketch.

Under the dim yellow light of the wall lanterns, shadows intertwined on a high-backed chair. The red brocade drape previously laid neatly over the chair had slipped to the floor in disarray.

The Ice and Snow Elf was forcefully pinning the young man to the chair, even resorting to the Power of Dawn Faith. The pale gold priest’s robe had been pulled halfway off.

As the door opened, Catalina fiercely shot him a resentful glare.

Zuo Fang perked up and rushed over.

Excitedly, he drew his Knight’s Side Sword and stood between them.

Then, with righteous indignation, he shouted: “What are you doing?! What’s this behavior all about? Whatever you’re trying to do, you should at least pay him first before you go about it!”

Xu Shuo: “…”

Catalina: “…”

Upon seeing someone arrive, Catalina, though annoyed, had already calmed down, not really intending to continue her actions—especially as she felt rather embarrassed.

But now hearing Zuo Fang’s words.

The Ice and Snow Elf’s expression morphed into an odd hopefulness as she asked, “So I just need to pay him?”

Zuo Fang: “…”

He wasn’t expecting such a serious response from her.

Zuo Fang awkwardly coughed, “Uh… I was joking! This is His Holiness, the Papal himself. Even if you pay, it’s not allowed. Besides, the timeline’s almost up. Whatever you’re trying to achieve, he probably won’t… rise to the occasion. Maybe try again next time.”

As his voice fell.

Zuo Fang sharply sensed a chill.

It jolted him so badly that he involuntarily shivered.

Immediately, Zuo Fang hurriedly continued, “You guys carry on—I’ll leave!”

He sheathed his Knight’s Side Sword, preparing to slip away, but a hand suddenly grabbed his collar. He stumbled back, dizzy, as the world spun around him.

When Zuo Fang regained his clarity.

He had switched positions with the young man and was now forcefully pinned onto the same chair himself.

“Besides the Holy Maiden, the Order of the Sun Knights’ Chief is actually the closest to the God of Light. You might want to consider him,” Xu Shuo said, straightening his robes.

“Him?!” Catalina expressed disdain.

“I won’t agree to your terms. You’ve dismissed all the supervisory bishops, looked down on ordinary humans—what’s left but him?”

“I don’t want him either!”

“Then there’s no other choice; he’s your only option.”

“…”

Trapped in the chair, unable to move due to the Sun Crown seal in his body, Zuo Fang could only watch helplessly as the two of them discussed him like a commodity.

Finally, the Ice and Snow Elf stopped arguing, her pale face turning towards him with an odd expression.

Zuo Fang turned pale with fright: “No! My faith belongs to the God of Light! I’ve kept myself pure for Him! You cannot force me!”

Xu Shuo chuckled: “Relax. With the time left, he won’t… rise anyway.”

Zuo Fang: “…”

…

In the final moments, some were idle, some were busy.

And some narrowly escaped death.

…

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