noveldepot Chapter 164 Baseness is the passport of the wicked
Chapter 164 Baseness is the passport of the wicked
Chapter 166 Baseness is the passport of the wicked
"careful!!!"
clang!!!!
At the critical moment, a white streak of light shot out from the side, holding a broad greatsword and steadily blocking Alan's path.
Thor's swung tail blade collided violently with the greatsword in the Seraphim's hand, a scene resembling a heavy cleaver striking a thin paper cutter.
The black and red dragon fire, as if alive, frantically devoured the purifying flames on the surface of the greatsword, while the hard alloy forged from various precious ores was brutally grinding the blade of the greatsword.
A crisp snapping sound rang out suddenly, and half of the broken sword tip flew out, along with half of the body of the Blazing God Servant.
This was undoubtedly a fatal blow; his mangled body began to rapidly disintegrate, and the golden light scattered like broken gold dust. In his final moments, he turned sharply and shouted to Alan with his last breath.
"Retreat, Your Highness! Preserve your health and seek out more like-minded individuals for a brighter future!"
The echo dissipated in the air, and the golden dragon suddenly leaped up and instantly appeared in the distance.
The magic power, which was already on the verge of depletion, was almost completely exhausted after this leap. A throbbing pain shot through his head, as if countless tiny needles were pricking him at the same time.
Before she could grieve for the fall of her two companions' incarnations, she immediately opened her mouth, and a long scroll came out.
On the dragon scale paper made from naturally shed scales, the intricate lines outlined with gemstone dust burst forth with light the moment they appeared, causing ripples to spread across the space like water, tearing a narrow crack in its surface.
This is a remote teleportation scroll that allows a certain object to pass through a spatial channel and instantly arrive at a preset location.
Just as the golden dragon was about to rush into the passage, Thor was too far away to stop it.
However, a cruel look appeared on his face as he roared at the golden dragon.
"Those human merchants brought you here, didn't they! If you dare run away, I'll skin them all alive and feed them to the gnolls!"
Alan's forward momentum abruptly halted. She jerked her head around, her eyes blazing with fury: "You despicable bastard! You dare threaten me with the lives of ordinary people! Don't you even care about the dignity of a true dragon?"
Seeing that his words had worked, Thor immediately broke into a smug smile and said disdainfully.
"Dignity? As a defeated, homeless dog, you have no right to say such things!"
The reason you've ended up in this predicament is entirely due to your arrogance, your ridiculous and perverse sense of humor, and your lack of foresight.
When you infiltrate a caravan, you think you can use your incompetence to fight evil, but did you ever consider that this might put your adversaries in danger?
They were just there to make a normal transaction, and I wouldn't have made things difficult for them. Everything changed because of your involvement; you brought them danger. Now that you dare to run away, I will deal with those pathetic creatures in the most ruthless way.
If it were a golden dragon that was old enough, it would certainly not be affected by Thor's words at this moment.
But Alan is different. She is still young and has not yet experienced the trials of reality. Her belief in goodness cannot be tainted in the slightest, and she is now in complete disarray.
If she were still at her peak, she would have rushed towards Thor without hesitation to give those mortals a chance to escape.
But now that their physical strength and magical power were exhausted, the terrifying dragon's aura grew even stronger, especially since this was its territory—
Alan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his golden pupils were filled with determination.
Just as the evil dragon said, it was indeed her fault. She misjudged the opponent's strength, thinking it was just an ordinary teenage red dragon, and recklessly charged forward, which led to the current situation.
Since it was my own fault, I should naturally bear the consequences myself, so————
"Spare those humans! You evil dragon! Your target is me, and you look down on those ordinary mortals. If that's the case, why not let them go?"
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Even if you win this time, come and kill me! But the flame of justice will never be extinguished, and one day you will pay the price!
The resounding voice echoed in the air, pure and noble.
Thor just smiled dismissively after hearing this, and then a headache started to creep up his head.
Does he really intend to kill this golden dragon? Probably not.
"Hitting the young one will attract the old one," is no joke. If we kill the other party now, there might be a dozen metal dragons blocking the door tomorrow.
Add to that that damned voyeur Bahamut, whose self-aura watches over every golden dragon in the world, and those golden dragons who steadfastly walk the path of goodness will receive his unreserved favor.
Thor even suspected that if he were to actually kill him right now, the Platinum Holy Light would immediately descend from the sky.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he immediately looked up alertly, glancing around to search for any suspicious canary that might appear.
If he really attracts such an old thing, with his current strength, he probably won't even be able to escape.
Although that old geezer Tiamat might lend a hand, his favors always come with a price, and the cost is never low.
On one hand, there's unreserved favoritism; on the other, there's an equivalent exchange that requires sacrificing one's own flesh. If these two old geezers were to be brought in, Thor would feel like he'd be at a disadvantage no matter how he looked at it.
We can't let them go, because if we do, they'll quickly gather a large number of relatives and friends to seek revenge.
You can't kill him, because if you do, the old geezer will come looking for trouble the moment you kill him.
Thus, the situation is clear: Thor has only one path before him: imprison the golden dragon and buy himself as much time as possible to grow stronger.
"Little mudfish, you seem very unwilling, feeling that I used despicable means and that my victory was not honorable?"
"Then I'll give you one more chance. Do you see those caravan members below? For every life lost, you'll serve as my servant for a year. Once that's over, I'll give you another chance to challenge me fair and square!"
A loud voice came from Thor's mouth, immediately drawing an angry glare from Alan.
"Justice will never yield, you cunning dragon! I will never be an accomplice to evil, so give up on that idea!"
This intense reaction did not surprise Thor. He did not lose his composure; instead, he revealed a confident, sinister smile.
"In other words, are you willing to give up your own life for the sake of that ridiculous, invisible and intangible distinction between good and evil in your heart?"
It seems that the so-called path of upholding goodness is nothing but a hypocrite. They shout about justice and kindness, but when it comes to their own self-esteem, they can abandon anything.
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Since that's the case, then you should run away, run far away.
Don't put on that "ready to die" act in front of me. I don't want my claws stained with the blood of hypocrisy.
As soon as he finished speaking, Thor immediately called his men to surround the caravan members who remained in the canyon.
One by one, ferocious and bizarre creatures surged in from all directions, their mouths dripping with foul-smelling saliva, their crimson eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
This terrifying scene instantly terrified all the caravan members. Their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled uncontrollably, their legs went weak, and some of the more timid ones collapsed to the ground.
Fear, panic, anxiety—all sorts of emotions surged in Mark's mind, causing cold sweat to pour down his forehead and back.
The evil creatures around him drew ever closer, and time seemed to stretch out infinitely, causing him immense torment.
Wait! Long?
At one moment, as if a flash of inspiration struck him, he finally realized what was happening, his knees buckled, and he knelt down, pleading loudly with the golden dragon in mid-air.
"Great Golden Dragon, please save us!"
"Please save us! I don't want to die!"
"Please have mercy!"