The first of the creatures appeared: a giant wind-horned wolf.
It was barely three ters long, but its power in a pack was sothing even Lucas couldn't ignore.
Of course, to Qingyi, it wasn't much.
They were just insignificant base predators looking for easy prey, the most powerful of them barely reaching the level of a false immortal.
Qingyi jumped out of the carriage, ready to cut down the first ten in front of him.
Unfortunately, he had to stop at the last second.
His feet sank into the muddy ground and an intense heat rose up behind him, rapidly approaching.
It was Lucas's dragon.
Its huge mouth was open while its master flashed a sadistic smile, orange, burning flas falling onto the ground.
This was no accident; Lucas was aiming at Qingyi.
Qingyi just ford a Qi barrier around himself, realizing that the beasts were already surrounding the carriage.
With a single movent of his eyes, his body disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already above the carriage, exactly ten blades of Qi leaving his body and falling on the wolves.
Groans and growls full of agony echoed as severed paws, tails, and canine heads fell to the ground.
Just ahead, Lucas's dragon's fla swallowed more than half of the pack.
"Ugh... better get rid of these damn things first," Qingyi whispered irritably, as his body was swallowed by another spatial fold.
He didn't truly care about the death of those miners, but if he could defend them without losing anything in return, why wouldn't he?
The lives of those who were not his enemies were worth more than a minor inconvenience to him.
In a single second, he appeared beside the remaining wolves.
Flying blades cut through flesh with ease, exterminating them as if they were nothing more than ants.
When the last one fell to the ground, Qingyi couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, lazily cracking his neck.
He had shown more power than he wanted to and, most certainly, than was necessary.
But for him, what mattered most was that he had gotten a good warm-up.
He turned toward the miners, just in ti to see, with his guard down, the flas of Lucas's dragon engulfing them as the beast tore through the air.
"Die, you bastard!" Lucas roared, not caring about the consequences.
They were just a few random commoners.
As long as there were no witnesses, nothing had happened, right? A smile full of amusent dominated his sadistic face as his dragon landed, unleashing its flas toward Qingyi without stopping.
Neither of them noticed that, during all this, Qingyi was completely still.
His expression was relaxed, and only a thin layer of Qi protected his clothes as he was engulfed by the flas.
"Hm... this is a very pleasant sauna..." Qingyi grunted, an annoyed smile taking over his handso masculine face.
"Khaedryss, how about an extra hearty al today?"
"Uh?" Lucas's eyes widened upon hearing those words.
He barely paid attention to what was said, shocked only by the fact that Qingyi was alive.
By the ti he finally had the capacity to realize what was happening, it was already too late.
His dragon turned, taking to the skies with desperate flaps of its
wings.
Where its flas fell, a thick veil of white smoke and steam from the muddy ground began to rise, hiding Qingyi within.
"What are you doing? Stay and fight!" Lucas shouted, slapping his dragon's neck.
He didn't even notice when the white smoke covering Qingyi parted with a bang, black scales like the night glistening in the sunlight.
A jaw, so large that Lucas's dragon was barely enough to fill it, opened.
A powerful, armored neck stretched out as endless rows of sharp teeth closed around Lucas and his mount.
Only then did Lucas feel the pain, a pain he had never felt in his entire life.
As he lost feeling in his legs and was thrown away, still clinging to his mount's head, he understood why his mount was fleeing.
Behind him was a huge beast, one he only recognized from statues and stories of past glory.
The creature's roar caused extre terror in the young elf's eyes.
Khaedryss barely paid attention to Lucas, voraciously devouring his
dragon.
When she was finished, she lowered her head, her jaw opening to let
out a long, angry growl.
"You know, brat..." Qingyi jumped on top of Khaedryss's head,
watching Lucas.
There was no more arrogance on his face, and his legs had been replaced by nothing but a bloody ss, devoured by the black dragon.
"You could have had a long life, enjoying your family's countless riches, fucking beautiful whores, and drinking fine wine," Qingyi said.
Khaedryss's lips parted, revealing sharp teeth, and a strange black light erged from the depths of her throat.
Lucas despaired, his pants dampening with urine as he scread and
begged.
For the first ti in his entire life, he was in mortal danger. Real
mortal danger.
Unfortunately for him, Khaedryss did not listen to pleas.
Her flas engulfed everything: clothes, weapons, even the
decapitated head of his mount.
Everything was vaporized into nothing but ashes by the flas of the
butcher of empires and slayer of immortals.
When she was done, Khaedryss raised her face and then opened her
jaws.
Her thunderous roar echoed for countless kiloters, the
surrounding forest shaking.
She could taste that air, taste that blood, one she hadn't tasted in
many, many years.
She was back ho.
"Good girl..." Qingyi smiled, patting Khaedryss on the neck.
She had more than doubled in size compared to when he first found
her, reaching ninety ters in length and weighing close to a hundred tons.
It was even a little comical for Qingyi, so small in comparison to her,
to stroke her scales.
Still, she enjoyed it, feeling the warm, affectionate touch of her rider.
"Return to the world of the mind. Soon the ti will co for you to bathe in the blood of your enemies and devour Karlan's heart."
As he spoke those last words, Qingyi noticed a unique excitent take hold of Khaedryss's face, one that he found strangely amusing. Apparently, she was also excited about the idea of eating Karlan's heart.
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