A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 288 The Pact Between the Old Church and the Dragon King
Nearly a month after landing on the island, the Kassel warship is at its command center.

Since learning that there are third-generation and second-generation dragon servants in the core area of ​​the island, representatives from various forces have been connecting online at three fixed times in the morning, noon and evening to briefly exchange information.

This allows everyone to adjust the arrangement of combat personnel at any time, avoiding individual battles and interference with each other's plans during dragon hunts.

The Beowulf family head, who was most enthusiastic about slaying dragons, was very happy at this moment: "According to Norma's statistics, there are currently 47 fourth-generation dragons and 85 fifth-generation dragons in the inner circle of the island."

"By joining forces and using all our trump cards, we have successfully killed nearly forty dragons!"

"If we continue like this, we can soon sweep away the dragons and reach the core of the island, the source of those annoying blood streaks—the dormant volcano."

The words of the Beowulf family patriarch were very encouraging, and many leaders of various factions proudly raised their heads and chins.

It must be said that the achievements over the past month have been extremely glorious.

Thirty days and forty dragons—an unprecedented and astonishing achievement in history. On average, more than one purebred dragon died every day under their righteous onslaught.

Not only that, those precious dragon blood materials were also divided up by various forces, making them a fortune. Who wouldn't be happy?

On Bello Island, where hybrids from all over the world gather, many young powerhouses have begun to emerge and become known because of the dragon-slaying battle.

The most attention-grabbing figure is Chu Zihang from Kassel, who, along with his executive team and the Lionheart Society team, slayed six dragons in a single month, making him arguably the strongest dragon slayer of the new generation.

It is even hailed as an A-grade hybrid that surpasses S-grade.

Little did anyone know, Chu Zihang was having a great time slaying dragons. Ever since he mastered the Reaper's role-playing method, which targets the enemy's weaknesses, Chu Zihang worked diligently, living in the wild every day, and would stab any dragon he saw in its weak spot.

He's practically become the enemy of all dragons. Whenever a dragon sees Chu Zihang, not a single one can remain calm. They all angrily pounce on him, trying to kill this half-breed who has offended the dragon's might.

Next is Genjiro, the patriarch of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, and Zhao Xuzhen of the Solomon Temple Society. The former killed four dragons, and the latter killed two dragons.

Finally, Caesar, together with Percy and the younger generation of other factions, hunted down a dragon on his own.

The outstanding performance of the younger generation has matched or even surpassed that of many older mixed-race individuals, leading many elderly people who reminisce about the past to praise this generation as a golden generation.

The three with the best records, Chu Zihang and his companion, were even praised as the Golden Three Heroes.

Among the participating factions, those whose young members performed well smiled with great satisfaction, while those whose young members performed poorly wore forced smiles, thinking they would force their juniors to hunt dragons when they returned home.

Pompeii, however, was different. He had reverted to his unserious and irresponsible ways, holding meetings while reading an adult magazine.

Under the cover of the magazine, Pompeii's expression was extremely disdainful. What a bunch of fools, do they really think they're so great?

If he hadn't secretly controlled the masked puppets to assassinate the dragons multiple times, would these hybrids have thought they could have killed 40 dragons in 30 days?

If you want to dream, go to sleep. Don't make this Dragon King laugh.

The head of the Sigurd family, who had always been on good terms with Beowulf, was not so optimistic, his brow furrowed as he said, "But it's too slow. A month has passed since we landed on the island."

"If we start counting from the time of the Word of Power Emperor, the Black King has absorbed nutrients for at least forty days. If we don't hurry, I'm really worried that the Black King will break out of its cocoon."

Elizabeth helped the head of the Beowulf family explain: "But everyone really did their best. They had less than two hours of rest on average each day. As soon as the dragons made any move, our warriors had to wake up and rush to the battlefield."

"Right now, the soldiers' spirits and bodies are all supported by alchemical potions. If this continues, I am very worried that the soldiers' spirits will collapse. No hybrid can keep their nerves on edge for a mission."

Upon hearing Elizabeth speak, Charlotte from the alliance chimed in: "We can't go any faster. The dragons are intelligent; they're not fools. In fact, they're just as clever as us."

"With so many companions gone, the dragons must have realized the trap. Now, the bait we throw out is unlikely to lure out any lone dragons. Most of the time, several dragons will act together and take our bait."

"The efficiency of clearing out the dragons will definitely decline further in the future."

Upon hearing these words, the Sigurd family patriarch's expression turned grim once more: "Are we just going to let the Black King develop like this? What if this supreme being returns from his cocoon..."

The rest is self-explanatory; all the mixed-race individuals in the room understand its meaning.

"Probably not?" The representative of the Ivanov family was more optimistic: "Head of the Sigurd family, look, didn't we work together to clear the bloodstains from the entire coastline of Bello Island?"

"Without absorbing new nutrients, even that supreme being wouldn't be able to break free from the cocoon, right?"

Many factions nodded in agreement, which was the real reason they slowed down their actions. By cooperating, they severed the blood vessels surrounding the entire Belllo Island, preventing the Black King's blood vessels from going into the sea to feed and interfering with its incubation process.

In this way, progress can be made gradually, without the need to rush.

Sigurd could not accept this argument: "We cannot take chances in dealing with the Black King. No one knows if the Black King has other ways to replenish its energy. How can we be careless?" "I still maintain my suggestion of a swift battle. We cannot give the Black King any more time."

The Grand Knight, Chief Reuben, and the other parasitized clones of the forces all stared coldly at Sigurd.

In fact, Sigurd's concerns can be said to be both right and wrong.

Yes, that's because severing the outer blood vessels does have an effect on Constantine, but not a significant one.

Remember the sewers that Tang had Samson dig? Not only Tang and Xu Lie needed them, but Constantine's blood could also spread through the sewers to the seabed for direct hunting.

However, these clones, whose fates were severed from the original body, were unaware of this secret.

In order to assist the main body's ritual, the Grand Knight directly confronted Nicholas: "Master Flamel, how is the matter of the Immortals progressing?"

These parasitic time worms are of lower rank and have limited strength. They cannot be exposed and can only act according to their previous personas.

Therefore, we shouldn't cause trouble for Sigurd for no reason, since what he said makes sense. In that case, let's go after Nicholas, since we're both Secret Service members anyway.

Moreover, over the course of a month, those immortals who could fight without dying and could use high-level incantations did indeed cause everyone considerable trouble.

Nicholas sighed and shook his head guiltily: "I'm sorry, I've been researching this for a month and I still have no clue."

Chief Ruben scoffed, and his other clones began to recount how much trouble the Immortals had caused them.

"Enough." The head of the Australian Sera family, trying to curry favor with Nicholas, the alchemy master, and also hoping to build a good relationship with the Secret Society to help him out of the predicament and divert attention: "The Black King's methods will definitely take alchemists a long time to analyze."

"Instead of getting entangled with Master Flamel, you should question the old church!"

At this point, the head of the Sera family glared at Nuwa, who was also attending the meeting via video: "Why did your Old Church just watch us fight when we were slaying the dragon a couple of days ago? Didn't you offer any help?"

"If you were willing to help, wouldn't we be able to kill another dragon? Why let that dragon escape?!"

The leader of the Titan Brotherhood in Norse mythology also complained unhappily: "With the strength of the Old Church, if they were willing to take action, our results would be even greater, and we would definitely be able to kill more dragons."

"Why is your sect unwilling to take action?"

Nuwa was used to such questions.

"Ha~" Nuwa yawned, not even bothering to look at the head of the Serah family: "Our church has an agreement with the King of the Earth and the Mountains that we will not actively hunt dragons living in the wild."

"We must uphold our agreement before it invades cities and harms human society."

This is of course a lie. Xia Mi would never mention such an agreement; it's just a reason given by Nuwa to appease people.

Yuan Zhisheng was also in the meeting, remaining silent. In fact, he had tried to persuade them many times, but both Nuwa and Bishop Aso used the Dragon King's agreement as an excuse to refuse to take action, and nothing he said could change their minds.

Over time, Yuan Zhisheng gave up trying to persuade him.

This very reason only fueled the anger of the Sera family patriarch: "What are you saying? Now is the time when all the hybrid races in the world should be cooperating to defeat the Black King, and you're saying the Old Church should abide by its pact with the Dragon King?!"

The Titans' leader shook his head repeatedly: "As a hybrid, he actually colluded with dragons, showing no regard for his own survival."

Nuwa's eyes suddenly sharpened, like a blade being drawn from its sheath: "Have opinions about the church? Why not come and have a discussion?"

While other factions worry about the Black King's resurgence, Nuwa is not concerned; she only thinks about how to help Mr. Fool buy time.

"You!" The Titan Guild Master was so angry that his face turned red. Due to the overwhelming strength of the Old Church, he dared not truly agree to the sparring with Nuwa. He was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

"Everyone, everyone." The head of the Sigurd family, as always, considered the big picture and tried to smooth things over: "Right now, the Black King is the most important."

The head of the Sera family, wanting to curry favor with the Secret Society, would naturally give Siegfried face. The Titan guild master, knowing he was no match for the Old Ones, also took the opportunity to back down.

The internal strife was thus averted, but Pompeii, who outwardly read the magazine but secretly observed everything, kept the matter in mind.

Are the Old Church and Jormungandr so closely connected? Even when facing the incubating Black King, they still uphold their covenant with Jormungandr?
Are the two so tightly bound together? Pompeii had no choice but to take this old church power seriously. He still vividly remembered the great alchemical array that enveloped the entire capital and isolated his spatial creation during the Battle of the Imperial Capital.

Pompeii pondered to himself that if he were to launch an attack on the core area later, he could take the opportunity to test the old church.

(End of this chapter)