Chapter 2561: Chapter 1714: Going to the Royal City (Just Want to Sleep, Meow)

Duanmu Huai particularly enjoys the old routines.

What old routines, you ask?

It’s the kind where you beat the small fry, and the big guy shows up.

For example, you beat up a thug, which provokes the thug’s boss. Beat the boss, and you attract the boss’s superior. Beat the superior, and you bring in the superior’s master. Beat the master’s master, and then...... and so on.

What’s the advantage of this?

The advantage is, you don’t have to do anything; just keep fighting.

So you can go all the way from street thugs to the Creator God... It’s simple, convenient, straightforward, nothing could be easier.

It’s all crap talk, just keep at it.

That’s why Duanmu Huai enjoys it so much.

You see, I took down a Third Rank, then came a Second Rank, if I take out the Second Rank, won’t the Dragon King show up? If I take down the Dragon King, won’t the Dragon God come?

Unfortunately, fantasies are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

"They wouldn’t just chicken out, would they?"

Duanmu Huai leaned against his chair, looking bored at the uneventful horizon. He was all set to face stronger enemies, and yet nobody else showed up?

That’s not logical, you guys should keep coming, keep sending people! If you can’t handle it, call in your superiors. I want to see if after the Dragon God, there’s any Otherworldly God, Multi-universe God, Creator God, any and all gods... let them all die here!

Kill them all, leave no one!

But... where is everyone?

Can’t you all just band together and attack?

"It seems that the Dragon Race you defeated might have been a rather formidable member of the Blood Clan,"

Princess Noren took a sip of tea and spoke calmly.

"If even it was killed, perhaps they think something very troublesome has occurred here. They might change their tactics next, figure out what’s going on here first, and then decide on a solution. In the worst case, they might even retreat."

"That won’t do!"

Upon hearing Princess Noren’s words, Duanmu Huai jumped up from his chair.

"If they run, who am I supposed to kill? Chi Yin, we’re going!"

"Huh? Where to?"

"The Royal City! I absolutely can’t let these bastards escape!"

Just as Duanmu Huai was raring to go, atop the High Tower in the Royal City, a figure stood overlooking the city.

It was a beautiful girl with silver-white hair, wearing an off-shoulder dress with pure white wings behind her. No matter how you looked at her, she seemed like the embodiment of affection and holiness.

But she was no angel.

She was Artimasia of the Wing Bloodline, the Blood Lord, Wing King.

Her purpose here was singular: to fulfill the Dragon God’s will and utterly destroy this kingdom. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The King had already yielded before her, and now the entire Royal City was under the control of the Wing Bloodline. The next step was to gather as many civilians into the Royal City as possible, and then grant them death and destruction.

The plan was going very smoothly, though she wanted to say so, but...

"No, why..."

Artimasia clasped her hands together as if in prayer, eyes tightly shut.

When she personally subdued the Royal City, she also dispatched her Upper Dragons to subdue other cities in the kingdom. Most succeeded, but some failed.

The first to fall was the Ninth Rank of the Wing Bloodline, Sword Mountain Dragon Donier, which was annihilated by this country’s Silver Armor Corps.

Next, the Tenth Rank, Black Demon Dragon Gromwellt, was also eliminated by the Dragon Hunters.

To eliminate obstacles, Artimasia sent the Eighth Rank Fat Dragon and Thirteenth Rank Centipede Dragon to attack again, only to be wiped out.

However, for Artimasia, this was not a significant threat, just somewhat unexpected.

But the situation took a turn.

The death of the Third Rank Wind Prison Dragon shocked Artimasia greatly; she never expected that her Third Rank Upper Dragon would fall in such a mission.

So Artimasia immediately deployed her strongest force, the Second Rank Thunder Claw Dragon Walter Divine Power, to eliminate the opposition.

In Artimasia’s view, Walter Divine Power possessed immense recovery and combat abilities; even if he couldn’t win, he should be able to escape.

And yet, when Artimasia sensed the destruction of Thunder Claw Dragon, she felt like a thunderclap on a clear day.

"How is this possible, why, why is this happening......"

The Wing King was in a complete panic, not knowing what to do, threats seemed to come from all directions, at least so it seemed until now. Could it be that this is actually a trap? Is the other side using the Lize Kingdom as bait to destroy our Wing Bloodline?

But how is that possible? How could humans achieve such means? Indeed, the silver sword poses a great threat to the Blood Clan, but it’s not omnipotent... but, it’s not entirely without a chance!

Thinking of this, Artimasia clenched her fists, closing her eyes.

"Oh world......"

"Please calm down, Blood Lord!"

Just then, an old voice suddenly interrupted her next action from behind the girl. Turning around, Artimasia saw an old man with a dragon head attached to his arm, standing there—though upon closer inspection, one would find that compared to the vivid dragon head, the human body it was attached to appeared lifeless, as if a moving puppet.