novelraw Chapter 671 - 671 664 Youre not even as good as a Gnoll
Chapter 671 - 671 664 Youre not even as good as a Gnoll
Chapter 671: Chapter 664: You’re not even as good as a Gnoll Chapter 671: Chapter 664: You’re not even as good as a Gnoll “Please kill me, I beg you to kill me, grant me a swift end!” A middle-aged man, who used to look somewhat heroic, kneeled on the ground weeping and wailing. He looked utterly wretched, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, his body covered with various peculiar objects. There were even some delicate white dragon scales on him.
“Enough, grant him a swift end!” Muria frowned as he looked at the young man with white hair and white eyes who stood in front of the dragon hunter with a pathological grin on his face.
After noticing the dramatic change in the White Dragon’s mental state following its torture, Muria had brought it along to vent its emotions. Of course, he hadn’t expected it to become increasingly depraved, going so far as to use its own blood to actively corrode humans out of revenge against the dragon hunters.
Underprepared humans who come into contact with dragon blood of a similar level to theirs would undoubtedly benefit, but they would also have to bear the full brunt of the toxicity in the dragon blood. Its damage was akin to strong acid, but it also rapidly dragonized humans, granting them a more vigorous vitality.
“As you wish, sir.” Hearing Muria’s command, a look of fear crossed the White Dragon’s face. It then formed an ice dagger and plunged it into the forehead of the middle-aged man.
“Thank you….” The middle-aged man who could no longer bear the torture, looked at Muria. His lips moved twice, uttering two words before he fell to the ground dead. For him at that moment, death had become a release.
“Your Majesty, you’re too merciful. This scum has hunted more than ten dragons. He should not have been let off so easily.” An elderly man with transparent long hair looked at the dead human on the ground, dissatisfied. He grumbled, disliking the fact that the cries of agony from a human were now music to his ears.
“I don’t have so much time to waste on soul intent level beings.” Frowning, Muria turned and walked away. These two dragons had become increasingly depraved since he saved them, their hatred towards humans was irreversible.
“What’s the feeling?” As Muria walked out of the room he stopped in his tracks, clutching his chest. He could feel the divine weapon within him becoming increasingly restless, just like a beast sensing the arrival of a catastrophe, “Someone is targeting me.”
“Who else would dare to strike against me? Apart from deities, who else could pose a threat to me?” Muria was confounded. He thought of Xena Pus’s dormant Wind King Hawk. In the Main World, apart fromavatars of deities, perhaps only legendary beasts and high-level legends could pose a lethal threat to him.
“Human high-level legends pose a threat to me, but they couldn’t possibly pose a fatal threat.” For the first time, Muria was perplexed by the vibrations of divine weapons. He knew potential dangers lay ahead but still he didn’t give up on the idea of hunting dragon slayers.
The vibrations from these weapons weren’t too strong, merely of the lowest degree. He had consulted his Spiritaxio about this matter before, and its advice to him was to bravely confront it face-on. It was a crisis, certainly, but it was also a rare opportunity.
“Who could it be? I am truly looking forward to it.” Muria smiled, tearing open space with two increasingly deranged ancient dragons, leaving the city that had been thoroughly pillaged, and heading towards the next well-explored location.
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Inside the boisterous Dragon Skull Tavern in Kosem Kingdom Capital, burly dragon hunters raised their glasses, filled with wine brewed from diluted dragon blood, in a hearty toast. They shared various pieces of information or called out to friends to discuss their next dragon hunting expedition.
“Bang!” Suddenly, the thick wooden door to the tavern, which only served real dragon hunters, exploded, shooting splinters towards the dragon hunters inside.
“What a lively place!” A black-haired, golden-eyed youth, accompanied by an old and a young man both with pathological grins, walked into the tavern. Surveying the room, he noted that the decor, drinks, and particularly the dragon-organ-material gear worn by the patrons, were all made of dragon body parts.
“Who are you?” Seeing Muria’s audacious entry, an irate dragon hunter sitting near the door readily unsheathed his weapon and stood up.
“What do you think?” Seeing the scene before him, Muria unflinchingly released his slight golden Dragon Prestige. Some of the weaker dragon hunters in the tavern instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The slightly stronger ones fell to their knees, trembling, not even given a chance to resist.
“Ancient Dragon!” A burly man sitting alone at the bar, drinking sullenly, turned around. His serious face studied Muria. On his body, red dragon scales appeared layer by layer. A ferocious red dragon illusion appeared, opposing Muria’s Dragon Prestige.
“Dragon Vein Mage.” Muria looked at the burly man whose forehead even bore dragon horns, a playful smile on his face. “Having the bloodline of a dragon, why would you be a Dragon Hunter?”
“Don’t get me wrong, this is the bloodline I got after hunting a Red Dragon and bathing in its dragon blood.” The burly man looked at Muria and suddenly laughed, “If I kill you and acquire your bloodline, I should become even stronger, right?”
“Having implanted a Red Dragon’s bloodline, did your brain also turn stupid? Kill me?” Muria’s voice appeared in front of the burly man, his palm landed on his face, obliterating half of his head in a slap, “Where does such confidence come from?”
“Roar!” The half-head-obliterated burly man suddenly let out a roar. His flesh regenerated rapidly; his head was transforming into a dragon form. His body was rapidly covered by layers of dragon scales, akin to a Red Dragon Armor. Even a robust dragon tail grew behind him. He had become a half-dragon.
“This is my confidence.”
“Did you actually swallow the dragon you killed? With such a high bloodline concentration, I’d believe it if you said you were a child born of a dragon.” Watching the non-human monster before him, Muria reached out and caught the monster’s skull. In a speed that the monster couldn’t dodge, he gripped its head and smashed it down towards the ground.
Boom——
A huge crack rapidly spread from where it landed, making the whole tavern collapse downward. The capital of the kingdom shook as though hit by an earthquake, causing the panicked humans living there to run out.
“Your power is too weak.” Seeing the dragon person he had smashed on the ground, its eyes harboring an ever-growing murderous look, Muria thought of the anomaly who had evolved from a gnoll to a True Dragon for inexplicable reasons, “You’re no match even for a gnoll.”