"Are you crazy?" Black Dragon hurriedly stopped Dragon Dance, glaring, "What good does this do for us? Besides plunging us into danger and prematurely exposing our strength, what other aning does it have?"
"Can’t you hear ?" Dragon Dance’s face was ashen as she stared at the group of black-armored n in front of her, along with Mr. Springs and Trent Marsh, exuding a chilling killing intent.
"Go, release them!" Dragon Dance turned around, commanding in an undeniable tone, "Execute my orders!"
"Sorry, I can’t do it." Black Dragon took a deep breath, gently pressed his hands downward, "Control yourself, don’t act crazily, okay? You know they have a great deal of uncertainty, you know we haven’t fully mastered them yet."
"Be cautious." Black Dragon, almost pleading, said, "Empress, calm down."
"But they are already blocking the door. Do you expect to give up resistance and surrender?"
Dragon Dance shook her head, "That’s impossible, I’d rather die."
"Trent Marsh, did you say that as long as we leave, you won’t attack us?" Black Dragon shouted towards Trent Marsh, who was not far away.
"Correct, I can give you a chance. But the opportunity is one ti only." Trent Marsh gripped his sword with his right hand, his tone as chilling as Kunlun’s snow and wind.
The black-armored n behind him remained silent, expressionless.
Like statues, they exuded a heavy oppressive atmosphere.
"Empress, a wise ruler knows when to retreat to fight another day." Black Dragon spoke in a deliberately low, serious voice, "We obviously have the strength, but the most crucial point hasn’t been unlocked yet. Why take the risk? Once our people are tad, will we fear them?"
"Empress! Don’t act on impulse!" Black Dragon pleaded once more.
"Fine." Dragon Dance closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, "I’ll go."
"Very well." Trent Marsh sheathed his sword.
The black-armored n behind him also sheathed their swords.
"Give a few hours, I’ll leave Boulevard." Dragon Dance’s eyes glinted with coldness.
"I believe you." Trent Marsh turned around, striding off into the snowy plains.
"Maiden." Mr. Springs called out.
"What?" Dragon Dance’s face remained cold with a full body of killing intent. Though furious, she restrained herself.
Black Dragon was right; they had considerable power, but the timing was not right.
They had no choice but to endure.
"I’ll give you a piece of advice." Mr. Springs gestured deliberately at his neck, "Silvio Reed wants to kill you."
After speaking, he followed behind Trent Marsh, trekking across the snowy landscape.
Gradually disappearing from view.
Once everyone had left, Dragon Dance swung her Longsword forward!
Whoosh!
Snow filled the sky!
Sword Qi poured out onto the snow plain with her fury.
"Move out." Dragon Dance turned around, walked into the base.
"Empress."
Inside the base, Dragon clan mbers who had already begun gathering called out to her.
However, Dragon Dance had no mood to pay attention to them and went straight inside.
"Open them all up, I want to see." Dragon Dance arrived at the base’s lower level and instructed Black Dragon beside her.
Her phoenix robe fluttered in the wind, showing how fast Dragon Dance was walking.
"Alright."
Black Dragon took several steps to the innermost area, grasping a copper ring with his right hand, and pulled fiercely!
Whoosh!
Coffins were dragged out from the walls.
These coffins were all made of bronze with carved crosses on them.
The coffins were completely covered by the crosses.
The wide side had nine dragons intertwined.
The narrow side had a snake sculpted on it!
The dragons were not ordinary; they were flood dragons.
With mouths agape, they roared viciously, and just seeing their fangs made one instinctively fearful.
The snake too was coiled up, eyes narrowed, tongue flicking, as if ready to spring out.
These fierce coffins clearly pointed to sothing inside that was unlikely to be anything good.
Especially the crosses, shockingly scarlet!
As if blood had been splashed on the coffin.
"Open it." Dragon Dance’s eyes fixed on the coffin, pupils slightly constricted, "I need to know how the progress is. Black Dragon, we’re running out of ti."
"So things are fated to be imperfect." Black Dragon placed his hand on the edge of a coffin, gently pushing it open, "Just like Black Dragon. Could have been stronger, but was forced out early."
"Sotis, Empress, we have to believe in fate, don’t we?"
He gave a faint smile, pushing open a coffin.
Inside lay a disfigured person.
Seemingly sensing the coffin opening, the person awakened, sitting up rapidly!
Hands reaching for Dragon Dance’s face!
Dragon Dance did not dodge, gazing directly at the disfigured person.
The person’s hands stopped a centiter from Dragon Dance’s face and could no longer move.
Chains bound his neck, wrapping around his body as well.
These chains were all dark green, carved with crosses.
No matter how the person inside the coffin struggled, they could not escape the chains’ control.
"Still far too insufficient." Dragon Dance extended her hand, pressing on the bloodied face, and the disfigured person instantaneously quieted.
Soon enough, the person inside fell back down.
As if asleep.
"At this rate, we need too much ti." Dragon Dance shook her head, expression grim.
"We might even miss the best opportunity. Silvio Reed indeed left his regint, and Trent Marsh’s power poses a huge threat to us."
Whoosh.
The bronze coffin was shut.
Inside were killing machines created from the Dragon clan’s remnants after Black Dragon erged.
This thod was referred to as witchcraft.
Back when the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance unified, martial arts were divided into east and west factions.
The eastern faction was true martial arts, mixed with so formations.
Yet the western faction focused on witchcraft.
Spiritual telekinesis practitioners like Jesse River were typical examples of this.
These individuals excelled not in physical force but in spiritual attacks or using puppets.
"Father, I’m curious whether your God is capable?" Dragon Dance opened another coffin.
Inside lay a blue-eyed, golden-haired old man.
The old man opened his eyes and chuckled, "You may doubt yourself, but never God."
He wore a red robe with a cross on the chest.
Enveloped in layer upon layer of gold.
"I need this quickly." Dragon Dance gestured, and Black Dragon approached with a box of gold, pouring the gold into the coffin.
"God needs wealth, as do I." The blue-eyed, golden-haired old man pushed aside the gold, withdrew a roll of cloth, and sorsaulted out.
With a crash, he kicked open the coffin.
Before the disfigured ancestors of the Dragon clan could react, he hamred a cross into their forehead, the cloth wrapped around.
"Look, it’s done." He snapped, and the disfigured Dragon clan ancestor was pulled out.
The cloth instantly turned blood red.
"God, show these Easterners your might!" The old man drew Dragon Dance’s Longsword from her waist and slashed fiercely!
Clang!
The sword broke.
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