Translator: Xaiomoge
“Stop!! You beast!!” At that mont, Becky’s eyes shimred with anxiety, she bellowed, and fired an arrow laced with green qi shooting towards Yang Feng’s eye like a shooting star.
Yang Feng brandished his wings and easily blocked the green arrow. At the sa ti, he opened his huge maw and belched a dragon breath.
“No!” When Becky saw this, she uttered a heart-wrenching scream.
The fearso dragon breath engulfed Kisad in an instant, and black flas swallowed the peerless genius of the heecan Principality and burned him to ashes.
“I’ve been had!” When Yang Feng’s avatar the ancient black dragon swept out with his perception, he clearly felt frightening fluctuations of power spreading from the temple of the God of the heecan River. The temple had clearly been alard.
Human experts hiding in the city flocked towards the temple.
Yang Feng looked up, and his eyes glimred with an unruly glint: “There’s no room for retreat at this stage! I might as well co up with a way to annex this principality! In any case, the planar tide has started, and the control the gods in the starry sky hold over the secular world has been weakening frantically. They should be helpless by now. This will co as a great surprise to the backstage manipulator.”
On the road leading to a manor outside the imperial palace, a carriage forged ahead. Inside the carriage sat the two extrely beautiful won Esramia and Glicedar.
Dispatched to protect the two won by Archduke heecan, ten cavalryn escorted the carriage on both side.
“Halt!” Suddenly, a group of ard warriors erged from both sides of the road. The leader of the bunch, who donned a magic armor, pointed at the coachman with the magic sword in his hand and barked.
Crossbow bolts were fired at the ten cavalryn, shooting them full of holes.
The coachman pulled the reins and the carriage stopped, eyes overco with fear.
The leader donned in magic armor said in a husky voice: “Please co down, ladies!”
Glicedar and Esramia soon alighted the carriage.
The leader went on to say in a husky voice: “Please co with us, ladies! If you cooperate, we can guarantee your safety.”
“Who are you people? Why have you intercepted us? What do you want?” One hand holding her skirt, the other covering her chest, eyes full of panic, Glicedar looked the part of a pitiful, lovable, fragile beauty that could arouse and excite n to the core.”
Bathed in moonlight, Glicedar looked even more seductive and pitiable.
The ordinary warriors behind the leader donned in magic armor stared at Glicedar’s curvaceous and exquisite body with greed in their eyes.
The leader uttered in a hoarse voice: “What we want doesn’t concern you. All you have to do is to co with us!”
Glicedar smiled sweetly. Shedding all pretenses, she showed a smile of curiosity: “That’s odd. I’ve used charm spells, so why aren’t you fighting amongst yourselves? Could it be that you aren’t humans, and therefore are more resistant to charm spells?”
The leader’s heart surged with an ominous premonition, and he roared: “Catch them. If they resist, you have permission to cripple them!”
Hundreds of heavily ard warriors suddenly erupted and pounced towards Glicedar and Esramia.
“Hee-hee, it’s no use! Threads of Darkness!” Glicedar’s pretty face surged with a flush. She revealed a flirtatious smile, and waved her lily-white hand. Strangely, darkness power surged towards her hand and then spread about in the form of black threads.
Illuminated by the moonlight, the black threads interwove and sparkled, slicing the lower bodies of the hundreds of fully ard warriors into fragnts as if the sharpest blades. Copious amounts of blood splashed and scattered all over the ground.
Almost instantly, the lower bodies of the hundreds of warriors were cut into pieces, and the remaining upper bodies fell to the ground, issuing miserable wails.
Bathed by the moonlight, the countless warriors lying in a sea of blood and screaming tragically painted a picture of hell.
As she smiled enchantingly, black light enveloped Glicedar’s delicate body. She looked like a seductive witch treading in the darkness.
When she saw this scene, Esramia’s eyes flashed with unwillingness, yet she kept quiet. As the great elven monarch, she wasn’t so innocent elf who had never seen the world. She knew that she could not be compassionate towards her enemies.
A look of fear in his eyes, the leaded donned in a magic armor suddenly slashed at Glicedar with the magic sword in his hand.
Glicedar strangely disappeared and then reappeared behind the leader, and tore off the helt of the magic armor.
Beneath the helt was a pale, handso face. Glicedar grabbed the leader by the neck, and pried open his mouth, revealing fangs specific to kindred.
As Glicedar held the kindred by the neck, her eyes revealed a look of excitent, and she said with a sweet smile: “So you’re a kindred! Unlike these vampire scum, you are an advanced kindred (level-3 Warlock rank). Interesting. It seems that my master has gotten himself involved in your plot. How interesting! You were fishing and caught a big whale!”
It was at this mont that Glicedar felt the fearso dragon might that gushed out of the imperial palace.
Glicedar sighed with regret: “I was going to showcase you my skills and let you have a taste of the punishnts of dark elves. Unfortunately, master is in trouble now! So I can only send you on you way to hell!”
A black thread difficult to make out with the naked eyes flashed, and the advanced kindred was beheaded.
Black threads flickered, and the sounds of blades reaping lives reverberated in the area.
The hundreds of struggling vampires were turned into countless fragnts by the frightening black threads.
Glicedar blurred into motion and rushed towards the source of the dragon might.
Esramia blurred into motion and rushed after Glicedar.
“Ian, what happened?” When she reached the imperial palace, Esramia saw Yang Feng transford into an ancient black dragon bleeding profusely from a gash opened on his neck, and she could not help asking.
Earth-yellow divine power surged around the gash on Yang Feng’s neck, hindering its recovery.
Yang Feng said briefly: “I was set up by soone. The other party frad and made of the culprit who raped and murdered Princess Tissini, forcing to have a tough battle with a Legend rank powerhouse.”
Esramia frowned and asked: “What do we do now? Do we leave this place?”
Esramia didn’t believe that Yang Feng raped and murdered Princess Tissini. If he was really as lustful as rumors suggest, then she and Glicedar would not be able to keep their purity.
Yang Feng’s eyes shimred coldly as he spoke frigidly: “If we leave now, won’t that favor the backstage manipulator? Follow . Let’s go and uproot the temple of the God of the heecan River and then annex the heecan Principality. Anyway, the planar tide has already begun, so gods have no ti to deal with such trivial matters.
Originally, Yang Feng didn’t intend to annex the heecan Principality. But since things have played out this way, he didn’t mind showing his fangs and annex the heecan Principality.
After he reached the Great Warlock boundary, even with the Taboo Text, it was very difficult for him to continue to evolve in the Feisuo Plane due to the suppression of the planar laws. Here, ascension to godhood was the right path of evolution. And ascension to godhood required a huge believer base and a vast territory.
If there was no planar tide, Yang Feng could only slowly manage the Red Earth Wasteland and Funes Province. But since the planar tide was here, it was very difficult for gods in the starry sky to interfere in the secular world. This was his best chance.
Yang Feng could guess that now that the planar tide arrived, that all sorts of unsavory characters hidden throughout the Feisuo Plane would erge out of their lairs in order to ascend to godhood.
Glicedar watched Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes sparkling with anticipation. The corners of her mouth rose and her eyes overflowed with intoxication: “That’s great! This is how my master should be!”
Dark elves worshiped the strong. Only an expert like Yang Feng who seized every opportunity to develop himself could be the object of Glicedar’s admiration and the person she was willing to follow.
Startled, Esramia gave Yang Feng a deep look. For the first ti, she saw a man who had no respect for gods, and she couldn’t help but wonder: “Is he not a fanatic of the Goddess of the Weave? Then how co he’s so disdainful of gods?”
“Let’s go!” Yang Feng blurred into motion and rushed towards the temple of the God of the heecan River.
As long as the temple was destroyed, Yang Feng’s group of three would have no match in the heecan Principality.
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