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Chapter 542 Surprise Attack! Uninvited Guests in Holy Dragon City

A surge of thoughts washed over Lin Yi, and he finally felt relieved.

They've faced dire situations before, and judging from the current situation, the war gods of Blue Star are not exactly in dire straits.

Balam may be powerful, but it is ultimately just a being of flesh and blood.

As long as it is made of flesh and blood, there is always a way to kill it.

Along the way, the war gods of Blue Star have gained a lot of soul cores by following Lin Yi, and the more fortunate professionals have even obtained legendary martial souls that are suitable for their use.

With the support of a large number of soul cores, these war gods forcibly upgraded their martial souls to the maximum level, and also gained many martial soul-related skills.

The skills attached to a Martial Soul, like the skills of a Law, are not restricted by the Magic-Suppressing Stone.

With forty-nine war gods, let alone encountering a dragon from another world, even if they met a dragon god, they could break off one of its teeth.

The planet Tianwei is vast and boundless.

It is about the same size as the blue planet.

The environment is also very similar to that of Earth.

However, when Lin Yi and his group first set foot on this planet, they were teleported to the most desolate place.

The most prosperous place on Tianwei Star is Holy Dragon City, where the Balam Palace is located.

Hundreds of years ago, this most prosperous city had a different name.

However, with the invasion of Balam, the original name of Holy Dragon City was gradually buried in the long river of history.

Looking out over the entire city of Holy Dragon, one sees nothing but magnificent castles.

The tallest and most magnificent building among them is Balam's bedroom.

Humans are quite common in and around Holy Dragon City.

You can encounter a dozen or so people every few steps.

However, these people are not ordinary citizens.

They were slaves whose faces were branded with the mark of the dragon race.

During this period, the Dragon People dominated Tianwei Star and were the true rulers of the planet.

Humans, who once dominated the world, are now nothing more than vassals of the dragons.

All the dirty and tiring work, such as building palaces, constructing residences, and dealing with the filth in cities, was imposed on humankind.

Humans are only half the size of dragon people, and their physical abilities are far inferior to those of dragon people.

Humans who serve as slaves in Holy Dragon City and the surrounding cities are bound to be severely beaten or even killed if they inadvertently displease the dragon people.

Indeed, in this era ruled by dragons, humans held an extremely lowly status.

Human life has even become a unit of measurement for currency.

The weather was sunny that day.

The warm sunshine bathed every corner of Holy Dragon City.

On the bustling streets, one can see ugly, white-skinned dragon people chatting and laughing.

Each dragonman was accompanied by one or more human slaves.

These human slaves were responsible for taking care of all their trivial matters.

As long as you do things well, you can basically avoid physical suffering and even get the leftovers from the dragon people.

Even if they live without any dignity, they still grow up to be plump and healthy.

Those humans with backbone would rather die than bow down to the dragon people.

They endured the most arduous and demanding labor in bustling cities, tenaciously surviving.

The dragonman's whip lashed mercilessly across their bodies.

The food provided was pitifully little, leaving the group emaciated from hunger. Then, they attempted to completely break down the group's psychological defenses by controlling the food supply.

But these people still did not give in.

They held the firmest belief that one day the resistance would rise up. The resistance would find a way to defeat Balam and restore peace to the entire planet Tianwei.

For these people, being bathed in warm sunshine is an immense blessing.

A middle-aged man with dark skin, a haggard appearance, and a wisp of skin was captured in a flashback under the gentle caress of the soft sunlight.

The warm sunlight sent his thoughts drifting into the long river of memories.

Warm images of gathering with family kept flashing through my mind.

At that time, he lived with the resistance fighters.

The wilderness and desert may be desolate, but they have not cooled people's hearts.

As a member of the resistance forces, he diligently mined rare metals every day, contributing his efforts to the development of new weapons.

One day, he met a girl who captivated him, and everything wonderful began from there.

Unbeknownst to him, the man, basking in the sunlight, wore a happy smile as he stood there, carrying a huge rock, grinning foolishly.

This scene enraged the dragon man in charge of overseeing the work.

Seeing that a human dared to be distracted while working, the dragon-man overseeing the work showed no mercy. He lashed out with his thorny whip, leaving shocking bloody welts on the man's back.

The man, immersed in happiness, was pulled back from his beautiful memories by the sharp pain coming from behind him.

"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death!"

This man, who looks like a withered tree, has been enslaved for more than ten years.

For more than a decade, the only beliefs that sustained him were the victory of humanity and the reunion with his family.

Although the man repeatedly told himself every day that humanity would one day triumph and that he would one day see his wife and children again, he also knew that this was nothing more than self-comfort.

The memories from just now were so real, so blissful.

This is the only time in over a decade.

Such genuine happiness was shattered by that despicable dragon-man with a single whip. How could a man bear this?

If nothing unexpected happens, that will be the last time he sees his wife and daughter.

In his rage, he forgot everything.

The man brandished his thin fist, leaped up with all his might, and slammed it hard into the dragonman's ugly face.

The two sides were already vastly different in terms of physical fitness.

Moreover, this man had suffered abuse for more than ten years, so how much power could he possibly unleash at this moment?

The punch, instead of harming the dragon-man in the slightest, was mercilessly deflected by the dragon-man's hard head.

This attack, while failing to injure the dragon-man overseeing the work, thoroughly enraged it.

"Damn humans, how dare they lay a hand on me!"

The pampered dragon people are in their best physical condition.

It leaped high into the air, wielding its halberd, and plunged it down fiercely at the human slave who was attacking it.

The man closed his eyes in despair, silently praying that after his death his soul would return to the resistance camp and reunite with his wife and children.

But after waiting for a long time, I did not feel any pain.

When he opened his eyes, full of doubt, what greeted him was an unbelievable sight.

The shackles on enslaved humanity were all broken.

The dragon men in charge of overseeing the work all lay sprawled on the ground, their deaths extremely gruesome.

Standing confidently on this bustling street were a group of unfamiliar faces dressed in somewhat strange clothes.

"Master, these dragon people are so ugly. They have been making me furious as we walked along. Could you give me a chance to wipe them all out?"

A colossal dragon, several miles long and covered in shimmering scales, lay obediently before a handsome young man, asking for his instructions in an extremely respectful tone.

(End of this chapter)