Chapter 589
My servant, are you willing to pledge your loyalty to me?
Inside the golden hall, light flowed endlessly.
Fang Cheng sat upright on the high golden throne, his back pressed against the cold chair back.
He slightly raised his chin, his gaze fixed on a particularly dim star at the edge of the starry sky.
Those are the coordinates of the fire dragon's consciousness.
Having gained experience from pulling Lin Chuqiao and the professor before, Fang Cheng now seemed quite adept at it.
His eyelids were half-closed, and two golden lights suddenly shone brightly deep in his pupils, piercing through the void as if they were real.
"Om-"
Invisible spiritual ripples surged outwards from the throne like a tide, instantly transcending the barriers of space.
His thoughts transformed into a golden arrow, easily piercing through the layer of gray mist surrounding the fire dragon's consciousness.
Meanwhile, in the real world.
In the underground clinic of Jinshui Fish Market, the air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.
Huolong lay flat on the hospital bed with several IV tubes inserted into his body.
In the dim light, his eyeballs suddenly began to roll violently under his eyelids, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.
A muffled murmur escaped her throat, and she gripped the white sheets beneath her tightly with both hands.
Suddenly, his condition worsened, as if he were trapped in a terrible nightmare from which he could not wake up.
In the inner world, Fang Cheng's thoughts had successfully connected with that faint point of light.
Based on his previous experience, he only needed to guide it slowly to separate the fire dragon's consciousness.
Then, taking advantage of this gap, before the mysterious entity hidden behind the scenes could react, they quickly pulled it into the main hall.
This time, however, Fang Cheng did not choose the conventional traction method.
He wanted to solve the problem once and for all, attempting to erase the mark belonging to another being deep within the other person's soul.
"Sun Heart Network!"
Fang Cheng parted his lips slightly and uttered a calm command.
Following the established connection channel, an incomparably domineering golden flame spread upwards, directly attacking the gray mental barrier.
sizzle-
A sound like boiling oil exploded in the void.
The seemingly thin layer of gray mist, upon contact with the sun's true fire, began to writhe violently as if it were alive.
boom!
Just then, a vast will filled with violent destruction and supreme majesty suddenly awakened from the depths of the gray fog.
This force came with extreme ferocity, as if an ancient beast slumbering at the bottom of an abyss had been provoked by ants and was letting out a roar that shook dimensions.
Fang Cheng felt a sharp pain in his mind, and his extended tendrils of consciousness were almost torn off by the torrent.
He quickly regained his composure, his gaze piercing through the churning flames, fixed intently on the front.
Deep in the void, a blurry yet enormous silhouette is slowly emerging.
His size blotted out the sky, and his body was enveloped in dark purple flames, like a demon god from hell.
Even with Fang Cheng's high level of mental perception (70 points), he was unable to see the true face of that being.
Only the curved, sky-piercing horns on His head and the long, trailing tail covered in barbs behind Him could be vaguely discerned.
A single projection of consciousness, descending across endless dimensions, caused the surrounding space to distort like ripples on water.
buzzing-
Accompanied by low-frequency vibrations emanating from the depths of the void, a strange and obscure demonic sound suddenly resounded.
Interspersed among them were the most vicious curses and fierce roars, like thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing Fang Cheng's sea of consciousness.
"Get...out..."
If it were an ordinary psychic, simply facing this phantom and hearing this roar would instantly cause their sanity to collapse, turning them into a twisted monster.
But Fang Cheng remained seated on the throne, his figure unmoved.
The epic "omniscient language" talent revealed its terrifying depth at this moment.
His 400% resistance to all negative language-related abilities weakened the soul-distorting demonic sound into a muffled thunder the moment it reached his ears.
At most, it will make your ears ring.
"It's not your place to give orders on my turf!"
Fang Cheng's eyes widened, and the golden light in his pupils instantly expanded.
He seemed to transform into a blazing sun high in the sky.
The intense light condensed into golden pillars in the void.
These beams of light, like lances of judgment hurled by the gods, carrying flames that could incinerate everything, crashed head-on into the enormous demonic figure wreathed in dark purple flames.
The moment the two forces collided, there was no deafening sound, only pure energy annihilation.
The dark purple flames transformed into countless giant pythons covered in barbs, opening their blood-red maws in an attempt to strangle the blazing sun.
The golden beams of light were like blades that cleaved the heavens, constantly severing and neutralizing the approaching demonic flames.
Under the terrifying pressure of energy, the void in the fire dragon's subconscious mind cracked open with spiderweb-like black fissures.
Two completely different flame powers engaged in an extremely dangerous struggle, using his mind as the battlefield.
In the dimly lit clinic.
Huolong lay on the hospital bed, all his muscles tensed to the limit.
His originally pale face was now flushed red, like a red-hot iron.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, evaporating into white vapor before they could even drip onto the pillow due to the astonishing heat emanating from his body.
The surrounding air even distorted, turning the bed sheet a scorched yellow color.
The fire dragon felt as if it had been thrown into the crater of an erupting volcano, its soul being devoured and torn apart by the raging lava.
The intense pain made him open his mouth, but he couldn't utter a sound.
In the interior world.
Fang Cheng sat on the throne, his brows gradually furrowing.
That mysterious being from a higher dimension possessed an overwhelming amount of spiritual energy.
It is like an inexhaustible river, almost inexhaustible.
Even if the opponent descends from across dimensions, their power has already been greatly weakened.
However, the tentacles of consciousness that he had extended were not in the inner world, so he could not fully utilize his home-field advantage.
If this continues, my mental strength will eventually be exhausted, and I am destined to fail.
As Fang Cheng's gaze swept over the fire dragon's face, contorted in extreme pain, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.
This can be considered the Fire Dragon's home ground.
He is the true master of this place!
Therefore, as long as he takes the initiative to accept, you can turn the tables and take control.
"Fire Dragon!"
Fang Cheng condensed his spiritual power into a form, transforming it into a resounding voice that exploded directly into the opponent's mind, which was on the verge of collapse:
"I can save you and relieve your pain!"
"Clear your mind of all distractions and call out my name—Fang Cheng!"
In the abyss where consciousness is constantly sinking.
The fire dragon is suffering the pain of its soul being torn apart.
He struggled to open his eyes and saw the sky burned a dark red. An indescribably enormous demonic figure stood in the distance, with horns on its head and raging flames.
That was the terrifying ruler he had seen countless times in his nightmares.
Directly overhead, a golden sun cast its brilliant light, resisting the encroachment of the demonic shadow.
Upon hearing that majestic voice, the fire dragon's spirits lifted.
He endured the stinging pain in his eyes from the bright light and stared intently at the sun overhead.
He opened his chapped lips, trying to utter that name:
"Fang...Cheng..."
But the demonic shadow seemed to sense his betrayal, and the dark purple flames instantly intensified their burning power.
"Uh-"
The fire dragon let out a miserable cry, its body growing hotter and hotter, its soul seemingly about to turn to ashes.
Just when he could no longer bear it, was about to fall into complete darkness, and wanted to give up.
"Steel Heart!"
With a roar, carrying an unyielding divine might, it struck down like a thunderbolt from the heavens.
boom!
A steel barrier, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, crashed down from nothingness.
It swiftly severed the flames of the demonic shadow, enveloping the fire dragon's body within them.
The intense heat and pain that felt like being burned alive vanished the moment the barrier collapsed.
Before the fire dragon could catch its breath, the surrounding world began to spin violently.
The shadowy figures, the blazing sun, and even the fiery red sky—all the scenes were rapidly distorted and rearranged, as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.
In the end, they all transformed into countless dazzling streaks of light that flew backward.
Until the feeling of weightlessness suddenly disappeared, everything returned to normal.
The fire dragon's feet landed firmly on the ground, and it staggered, almost falling over.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, when he suddenly opened his eyes.
The sight that came into view made him freeze in place.
This is neither that dark, moldy underground clinic, nor that terrifying dream filled with flames and lava.
It was not a magnificent building, but a sacred temple.
Sunlight streamed through the narrow stained-glass windows on both sides of the main hall, refracting into countless colorful streaks of light.
Like colorful ribbons, they run through the entire space.
Giant stone pillars, hundreds of meters high, resembling the arms of ancient giants reaching for the sky, stand all around.
They firmly support the enormous semi-circular dome, making the entire hall appear solemn and dignified.
The fire dragon followed the path of light and cast its gaze toward the end of the main hall.
Atop the high steps, a throne cast in pure gold stands silently.
Seated on the throne was a humanoid figure of light and shadow that was impossible to look directly at.
The figure radiated a brilliant and intense light, like the sun, illuminating the surrounding space in a magnificent manner.
The fire dragon opened its eyes wide, struggling to adjust to the blinding light, and stared intently.
As the handsome face hidden behind the halo of light gradually came into focus, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he gasped in shock:
"President Fang?!"
The light and shadow on the throne swayed slightly.
The dazzling golden light surrounding him then faded away.
Fang Cheng placed his hands on the edge of the throne and slowly stood up.
He looked down at the red-haired man below the steps, his tone calm and composed:
Are you feeling better?
Fire Dragon swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.
He looked down at his unharmed body, then looked up at the magnificent stone pillars around him, his voice trembling slightly:
"Where...where am I? What just happened?"
The terrifying scene I just saw in my dream flooded back into my mind uncontrollably.
Fang Cheng actually transformed into a sun and confronted the enormous demonic shadow that had granted him power head-on!
That being had only ever appeared in the deepest nightmares of the fire dragon.
Each arrival was accompanied by sulfur and flames, bringing terrifying pressure that brought his sanity to the brink of collapse.
Even now, just thinking back, he feels like a quail being choked, his body trembling uncontrollably, his heart pounding so hard it almost stops.
But the man before him forcefully forced back the power that terrified him to the extreme.
Fang Cheng took a step and slowly walked down the first step.
His slender figure appeared even taller and more imposing in the colorful light and shadow.
"This is my world."
His deep gaze seemed to pierce through the fire dragon's chest, seeing into the deepest fear in its heart:
"I just summoned your consciousness here; you are safe now."
"As for that thing that has been lurking in your subconscious, it can't reach that far anymore and can no longer threaten your life like before."
Upon hearing this, the fire dragon's body trembled violently.
In those blue eyes, shock and awe were intertwined.
He finally understood that what he had just experienced was not a dream, but a real and extraordinary confrontation!
The man in front of me looks so young and handsome.
Not only in reality, but also in reality, they possess the terrifying combat power to destroy armed helicopters with their bare hands.
In the spiritual dimension, it possesses power comparable to that of gods.
A brief silence fell over the main hall.
Only the faint sound of a gentle breeze rustling through the empty hall could be heard.
Fang Cheng stopped and stood in the middle of the steps, calmly speaking:
"Fire Dragon, are you now willing to pledge allegiance to me and formally join the Illuminati?"
Upon hearing this, the fire dragon paused slightly, then took a deep breath, and its previously unfocused gaze, which had been scattered by shock, instantly sharpened.
Without any hesitation, he took a half step back with his left leg and knelt heavily on the hard stone slab with his right knee.
He then lowered his head, placed his right hand on his left chest, and performed a perfectly standard Western knightly salute.
"I am willing to offer my loyalty and strength to become your most devout and reliable servant, Master!"
Although his voice was somewhat hoarse, it conveyed a sense of reverence born from surviving a catastrophe.
"very good."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, but his gaze grew even sharper, piercing the other man's blue eyes like a blade.
"But as the leader of the organization, I need more than just verbal loyalty."
"Since you have sworn to join the Illuminati, from this day forward, your life and your soul belong only to me."
Fang Cheng looked down at the loyal servants below the steps, his voice slowly echoing in the empty hall.
The fire dragon raised its head to meet that extremely oppressive gaze.
His expression hesitated slightly for a moment, then he gritted his teeth, as if he had unloaded some heavy burden:
"President, actually... Fire Dragon is just my code name, my real name is Shanks."
He raised his hand, pointed to his face, and gave a wry smile:
"This face is also specially disguised; it is not my real appearance."
"I fled all the way from Eastern Europe to Xia Country, and joined the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group under an assumed name, just to settle a personal grudge."
At this point, Shanks took another deep breath, his gaze becoming incredibly intense:
"As long as you're willing to protect me and let me complete that task, Shanks' life, and even my soul, are ready to be yours at any time!" (End of Chapter)