Chapter 96
The God of Slaughter Returns Home
Rumble—!
A muffled thunderous roar came from the bottom of the well.
That wasn't thunder.
That was the sonic boom created by the Blackwater Corpse Dragon's massive body compressing the air as it ascended at high speed!
Upon learning of the news about the imperial seal, Li Zhenhua rushed to the scene immediately.
Li Zhenhua, who was standing at the edge of the well, suddenly took a step back, almost dropping the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"What's going on?!"
"Report! An unidentified high-energy reaction is rapidly approaching from underground!"
"Speed...it's too fast! Is that a missile?!"
"All personnel on alert! Disengage safety! Prepare to fire!"
Click click click!
Countless dark gun barrels were instantly aimed at the bottomless well opening.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
A terrifying, foul wind, mixed with a strong stench of corpses, gushed out from the bottom of the well first.
next second.
Whoosh!
A huge black shadow, accompanied by a spray of water, burst out of the water like a dragon emerging from the sea!
It didn't burst out completely, but instead shot up dozens of meters high, the huge dragon head almost crashing into the hanging coffins on the well wall.
At this critical moment.
A black figure, like a nimble ape, leaped suddenly from the dragon's head.
Snapped!
A hand wearing a black and gold glove firmly gripped the thick bronze chain on the well wall.
It's Jiang Han!
He hung from the chain with one hand, his body suspended in the air, with the roaring Blackwater Corpse Dragon right below him.
The Corpse Dragon did not leave.
Its massive body lay coiled on the water's surface, head held high, its crimson lantern-like eyes fixed on the armed humans above the well opening.
A threatening growl came from his throat.
As long as Jiang Han gives the order, it will definitely rush up and tear those people up to pieces.
"roar……"
It is volunteering for the battle.
Jiang Han looked down at the huge creature he had just subdued.
He didn't let it come up.
If this thing really goes up there, the area within a hundred miles will probably become a dead zone.
Moreover, this is his trump card.
The most intimidating thing is to hide your trump card where it can't be seen.
"Stay and watch over them."
Jiang Han's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.
The Qilin tattoo was slightly warm, a sign of the bloodline suppression.
"Anyone who dares to come down without my order will be killed without mercy."
"Waaah..."
The Blackwater Corpse Dragon let out a reluctant whimper.
But it dared not disobey.
It took one last deep look at Jiang Han before slowly sinking into the water.
Its enormous body transformed into a terrifying shadow, looming at the entrance to the abyss.
Starting today.
It was the true watchdog of this Locked Dragon Well, and was even completely forgotten.
But he is also Jiang Han's most loyal tomb guardian in this world.
The water surface returned to calm.
But the suffocating sense of oppression did not dissipate in the slightest.
Jiang Han raised her head.
Above his head, the Sky Eye drone, which had been tracking him, hovered in front of him, its red light flashing.
Behind the camera are billions of terrified eyes around the world.
Jiang Han gave the camera a slightly wicked smile.
That smile sent chills down the spines of countless viewers watching on screen.
"Today's exploration is over."
"remember."
"Kunlun Forbidden Zone, Keep Out of the Way."
Done.
He did not wait for the system to shut down the live stream.
Instead, he simply reached out his hand.
Click!
A crisp sound.
He crushed the lens of that priceless high-tech drone as easily as squashing an egg.
Nourishes—
The global live stream suddenly went black.
All that remained was a barrage of wailing comments and a paralyzed trending search server.
After doing all this, Jiang Han tightened his grip on the chains again.
rub rub!
He moved as fast as a gecko, swiftly climbing up the chains.
For him, a height of tens of meters was like walking on flat ground.
ten meters.
five meters.
three meters.
Jiang Han could clearly hear the rapid breathing sounds above, as well as the scraping sound of fingers on the trigger.
He did not hesitate at all.
Suddenly, he rolled over.
call--
He leaped out of the well like a cheetah.
Bang!
His feet slammed heavily onto the ground.
A cloud of dust was kicked up.
The sunlight was blinding.
The long-awaited sunshine fell on me, but it brought no warmth whatsoever.
Because he was in front of her.
The area was surrounded by layers upon layers of soldiers, all armed to the teeth.
Hundreds of dark gun barrels were now pointed at his head.
Even the turrets of several armored vehicles were slowly turning, emitting a sickening mechanical sound.
The atmosphere was frozen solid.
If there's even the slightest spark, this place will instantly turn into a battlefield.
Jiang Han did not raise his hands to surrender.
He didn't even blink.
He stood there, soaking wet, his black and gold battle suit still covered in unknown seaweed and slime.
He was carrying the still-dripping black gold ancient sword in his hand.
The backpack on his back was bulging, exuding a chilling aura of power.
He just stared coldly at the group of fully armed soldiers in front of him.
There was no fear in his eyes.
There is only one kind of indifference... like looking at ants.
It was as if he wasn't the one being surrounded.
It was these hundreds of people in front of me.
"Splash..."
The surrounding soldiers instinctively took a half step back.
That's instinct.
It is the uncontrollable instinctive fear that a creature experiences when facing a top predator.
The menacing aura emanating from this man is overwhelming!
He was practically a god of death who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Just then.
The crowd was separated.
An elderly man with a full head of white hair and a general's star on his shoulder pushed aside the guards and strode forward.
It's Li Zhenhua.
The old general, who had weathered countless storms, was now experiencing a slight tremor in his hands.
His gaze did not fall on Jiang Han's face.
Instead, he stared intently at the bulging backpack on Jiang Han's back.
There, lies something powerful enough to change the fate of the nation.
The air seemed to stop flowing at that moment.
Li Zhenhua took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of probing and a hint of pleading:
"Jiang Han..."
"Is that thing... still there?"
Jiang Han looked at him.
He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the hilt of the knife.
A thumbs up.
Clang!
The black gold ancient sword was drawn an inch from its sheath, its cold light gleaming fiercely.
What do you think?