Ember Dragon Novel Chapter 489: Chainsaw Sword

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Chainsaw Sword

Chapter 489: Chainsaw Sword

On the grand arena’s throne, Cassius nodded slightly and gave an approving remark: "A transformation into a dragon... now this is a match worth watching."

Langpu also stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to flatter him: "These Starfallers possessing such power... it’s all thanks to Your Majesty’s guidance."

anwhile, Tinia was still scratching her head in confusion. After a brief silence, she quietly asked, "Why do I sll myself on that Starfaller?"

"Could it be that he’s my blood relative?"

Perhaps reading too many novels had affected her, as Tinia’s brilliant mind instantly conjured up a story about "a white dragon falling in love with a human and eventually giving birth to a hybrid child."

"How disgraceful... mingling with lowly humans. It’s utterly beneath ."

"Should I... silence him? But he seems to be an undead... what do I do about that?"

Tinia rubbed her chin, seemingly deep in serious contemplation about eliminating this so-called "blood relative."

"..."

Cassius was also puzzled.

Just how did this white dragon’s brain develop?

Her intelligence was nearly on par with humans, yet her thought process remained utterly bizarre.

anwhile, Langpu, standing beside them, had already pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat dripping down his forehead, a stiff, awkward smile on his grotesque face.

His expression was clear: Your Majesty, please believe —I definitely didn’t teach her to think like this!

"Vrrr—"

A deafening noise erupted, like the wailing of a wyvern.

A figure clad in Guardian armor erged—Iron Frenzy. Attached to his left arm was a terrifying weapon.

A thick, heavy blade with serrated fangs like a tyrannosaur’s jaws—those jagged teeth spun violently with the roar of a steam engine, producing a piercing noise.

It was a chainsaw sword!

The epito of brutal aesthetic violence—one swing, and no matter the monster or demon, they would be torn to shreds.

Iron Frenzy laughed maniacally and shouted toward his distant opponent, "Hahahaha! Co on! Taste my blade!"

A hundred ters away, a panting Dragon-Oath Paladin stood with his sword planted in the ground for support.

He was tall and burly, clad in thick mithril armor, wielding a greatsword and a massive shield, adorned with nurous rare equipnt, radiating an aura of dominance.

This was the legendary leader of the prestigious guild [Royal Authority]—the Empire’s Dragonblood Count, Overlord.

No matter which ga he entered, he always secured the number-one spot with his imnse wealth, ensuring that [Royal Authority]’s na echoed throughout the entire server.

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