Dragon

Chapter 688 Dragon

The deep, powerful roar of the engine ripped through the eternal, suffocating silence of the dream world.

Tang Zijun lay on Langya's Shadow Motorcycle, a sleek and menacing machine driven by the core of greed, feeling the vibrations transmitted by the cold metal body across the rugged wilderness.

The wind howled in my ears, stirring up gray-black dust and fragments of unknown withered plants on the wilderness. In my field of vision, there was an endless, monochromatic desolation. The leaden sky hung low, and the twisted, dark green vegetation covered the undulating land like congealed pustules. In the distance, the shadows of the Black Mountain Range stretched out like the spine of a giant beast, with a menacing outline.

How long has it been since I've raced alone across this dreamlike land, full of malice and the unknown?

Since meeting Qin Nan, Tan Zhixin, and Xiao Xiao, and forming this small but powerful team, he has become accustomed to having companions by his side, to the support he receives in battle, and to having someone share the heavy responsibility in times of crisis.

At this moment, his only companion is the mechanical creation Langya beneath him, flowing with the cold oil of the greedy. Its roaring engine is the only symphony on his journey, and the single, slightly rotating eye on its front, made of shadow energy, is his only companion.

He must reach the Eternal Dark Cliff before the terrifying being known as the Sleeping Lord of the Deep Sea fully awakens and sends its minions ashore in force. He must use the Trident of Poseidon in his hand to nip that destructive wave in the bud.

As for whether he truly possessed the power to confront that being, this question clung to him like a leech, never truly disappearing. But at this moment, it was suppressed by a stronger will. There was no time to hesitate, no way to retreat; only forward.

Langya is like a black lightning bolt, drawing a straight trajectory across the barren land, pointing directly to the narrow passage known as "Shattered Ridge Pass" at the southeast corner of the Black Mountain Range.

This is the fastest route to the Ever-Dark Cliffs, but it is also a dangerous place rumored to be inhabited by monsters and fraught with peril.

As the shadow of the mountains rapidly expanded in the field of vision, the surrounding environment became more oppressive and ancient, and more and more huge and dilapidated ruins began to appear on both sides of the road.

They are not the twisted steel punk style of the wasteland, but rather ancient and inhuman creations.

The broken, massive wall, built of some kind of pitch-black boulders, stood tens of meters high, covered with huge claw marks and pits that looked like they had been corroded by strong acid, telling the story of a fierce battle.

The half-buried, arched ruins, resembling a giant spine, are covered with thick, dark green moss and writhing vines, exuding an aura of decay.

The enormous, unbelievable fragments of bones scattered across the wilderness, some resembling magnified skulls of wild beasts, others so twisted they were unrecognizable, pale with an ominous blue or dark purple hue, clearly not products of natural death. They were like carelessly discarded trash, silently recounting the unimaginable horror and death this land had endured.

The air was filled with dust, decaying plants, and a faint, strange smell that seemed to be a mixture of rust and old, bloody odor.

Silence is the dominant theme here. Apart from the engine of the Langya, there are no birdsong, insect chirps, or other sounds. The only sound is the whistling wind as it passes through the gaps in the massive ruins.

Tang Zijun's mind was highly focused, and his spatial and temporal perception spread outwards from him like invisible tentacles, scanning every inch of land and every shadow. The single eye on the front of the Langya carriage also emitted an even darker light, turning warily.

Sudden.

"roar!"

A roar, utterly inhuman and filled with pure hunger and destructive rage, boomed like thunder from the depths of the pass ahead, followed by a second, then a third...

Rumble!

The ground began to tremble, and from the shadows of the jagged mountain walls on both sides of the pass, and from the depths of the ruins of those enormous relics, countless monsters surged forth like a tide.

They come in all shapes and sizes. Some are like "flesh aggregates" made up of huge chunks of flesh, covered with pustules and flowing mucus, crawling with countless tiny tentacles. Others are burrowing worms covered in black carapaces, with sharp chelicerae and compound eyes, moving extremely fast. Still others are gargoyles that seem to be pieced together from rocks and shadows, enormous in size, slow in movement but incredibly strong.

Their target was Tang Zijun. The fresh scent of flesh and blood, and the high-speed movement of Langya, were like the most conspicuous lighthouse in the darkness, instantly igniting their most primal hunting instincts. Like a burst dam, they rushed madly towards the speeding black motorcycle.

A cold glint flashed in Tang Zijun's eyes, but she did not slow down in the slightest.

"Langya, make your move!"

With a thought, the Greedy Motorcycle let out an even more ferocious roar, and the single shadowy eye on the front of the motorcycle suddenly lit up with a blinding red light.

shhhhhh!

Dozens of condensed, almost tangible energy rays, like a deadly swarm of bees, shot out from both sides of the Langya vehicle like machine guns, precisely striking the few burrowing worms and flesh aggregates charging at the forefront.

The shadow energy possessed strong corrosive and annihilating properties. The burrowing worms that were hit had large holes corroded in their carapaces, and they fell down with a mournful screech. Their flesh aggregates exploded, releasing clumps of foul-smelling blood and bits of flesh.

But this did not stop more monsters. These beings, corrupted by divinity, were fearless and continued to surge forward, stepping over the remains of their companions.

A gargoyle of exceptionally large size, as big as a small mountain, swung its giant fist, made of a single piece of black stone, with the power to crush everything, and smashed down head-on towards Tang Zijun.

Tang Zijun's eyes were icy, and she instantly raised her left hand.

hum!

A card radiating a soft silver light instantly appeared in his palm.

"Transformation 1"

With a low shout, an invisible, heavy pressure, like the vast ocean, spread out from Tang Zijun like a shockwave.

The oncoming torrent of monsters seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of sighs made of pure moonlight.

The relatively weaker burrowing worms and flesh aggregates at the forefront were instantly crushed and exploded as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Those who were slightly stronger were also stunned by the sudden, terrifying pressure emanating from the very essence of life, their movements stiffening and emitting terrified howls.

Even the enormous gargoyle, with its unstoppable fist, suddenly froze, and a kind of instinctive, creation-based fear seemed to appear on its rocky face.

"Langya, you take the helm."

Tang Zijun let out a low shout, and taking advantage of the momentary delay and chaos, Langya burst out with extreme speed, like a stream of light tearing through the darkness, narrowly passing under the gargoyle's stiff giant fist and through the brief gap forcibly squeezed out by the torrent of monsters.

Faced with the surging, twisted monsters, Tang Zijun's eyes flashed with a fierce light. The power of the Wolf Rider was already surging within her body, ready to burst forth at any moment and transform into a wolf shadow tearing through the filth.

Just as this power was about to erupt—

A massive, suffocating black shadow, like a giant blade tearing through a curtain, sliced ​​through the leaden-gray clouds with astonishing speed. Its shadow instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, covering Tang Zijun along with the hideous monsters.

Tang Zijun frowned, not having time to think about what had happened, because a scorching aura, powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, descended from the sky as if it were a tangible substance.

His target was the area he was in.

hum!

The single eye on the front of the Langya carriage instantly burst forth with a blinding red light. This mechanical creation from another dimension displayed astonishing intelligence and speed, clearly sensing the approaching danger.

The car suddenly lurched, its tires screeching on the gravel-strewn ground, as it drifted at an almost impossible sharp angle, hurtling towards the back of a huge wreckage to its side.

The next moment, a torrent of molten golden flames, more than ten meters in diameter and composed entirely of destructive energy, struck precisely the spot where Tang Zijun had just been standing, like a divine spear of judgment descending from the heavens.

No, to be precise, it bombarded the densest core area of ​​the monster horde that was frantically rushing towards Tang Zijun.

There was no explosion, only an extreme, terrifying heat and annihilating power that seemed to burn through even space itself.

The molten golden flames instantly engulfed thousands of the leading burrowing worms and flesh aggregates. Their shells, strong enough to tear steel, and their tough, rotting flesh were like wax figures thrown into a furnace before this pure flame of destruction. They didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly vaporized and annihilated in the blinding golden light, leaving only a large area of ​​charred, crystallized, terrifying marks on the ground, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Even the massive, slightly slower gargoyle was struck by the edge of the flames on one of its giant rock arms. The black stone arm, which was strong enough to withstand artillery fire, softened and disintegrated rapidly as if corroded by strong acid, eventually turning into dripping hot lava.

The gargoyle let out a deafening roar of pain, staggered backward, and molten golden flames spread across its rocky body like maggots clinging to its bones.

With a single strike, a large portion of the vanguard of the monster army, which had been so imposing and like a raging tide of filth, was instantly wiped out.

The remaining monsters were completely terrified by the devastating scene and the terrifying pressure emanating from their bloodline. They let out terrified howls and began to retreat and scatter in chaos like a frightened herd of beasts.

Tang Zijun drove Langya to a stop behind the ruins. He looked up at the enormous figure hovering low in the air.

That silhouette... is it a dragon!?

Tang Zijun narrowed her eyes again, trying her best to see more clearly.

Then came a giant dragon whose entire body was covered in dark red, thick scales that looked like molten lava cooled and formed. Its wings spread out, blotting out the sky and the sun. The edges of each scale shimmered with a cold, hard metallic luster.

On its enormous head, ferocious dragon horns resembled a twisted crown, and a pair of vertical pupils burning with pure molten gold flames, like two falling suns, coldly surveyed the battlefield below, which resembled ants, spewing out destructive dragon breath.