A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 289 Finally Reaching the Core
"Oh? Finally done?" Nuwa picked up her phone and saw the notification from Norma about landing on the island.

As time goes by, the weather gradually becomes hot and humid. The air over the Pacific Ocean is warm and soft, while the sand is scalding hot under the sun during the day.

The salty sea breeze often left the hybrids sticky and exhausted. The daily grind of hunting in the wild took a toll on their energy and spirit, causing many of them to gradually become irritable.

The leaders of all factions keenly realized that they could not delay any longer; otherwise, even if they could preserve all their forces, the soldiers would not have enough morale to meet the challenges ahead.

You should know that after the dragons, there are second-generation and third-generation species!
Given the wisdom of the dragons, the bait thrown out by various forces could no longer lure out any lone dragons. Therefore, the dragons were forcibly separated.

All factions repeated Elizabeth's strategy, advancing towards the inner circle from all directions simultaneously. In order to protect the core area, the dragons had to disperse.

After paying a certain price, the various forces successfully annihilated the dragons, but the hybrids had no way to deal with the immortals who were in their way.

Fighting the immortals with real swords and spears, breaking their limbs, but the immortals can quickly regenerate. The only way to completely kill an immortal is to burn them to ashes.

Nicholas dragged Fingel along for a long time to study it, but Fingel just went through the motions and failed to achieve anything in terms of saving the immortals.

This caused enormous trouble for all parties involved. Left with no other choice, the Secret Party reluctantly abandoned these Immortals and resorted to using a massive number of napalm bombs.

Missiles cannot explode on Bello Island, but ordinary explosives and napalm bombs can.

This completely turned the inner circle of Bello Island into a sea of ​​fire, turning the clouds in the sky red. The intense heat was so great that even the strong hybrids couldn't withstand it.

All the moisture in the plants on the island was drained, leaving only withered trees and grass that facilitated the spread of the fire. The flames rapidly expanded the area, but the fire did not last long.

Because the dragons in the core area are still there!

Among the seven third-generation species, there is a dragon species with the bloodline of the king of the ocean and water, which can easily control seawater to turn into rain and extinguish fires.

Fires caused by petrol bombs are naturally impossible to extinguish, but the number of petrol bombs is limited. Most wildfires, which spontaneously combust due to high temperatures, are eventually put out.

Even if the dragon of the core area made a move, it was too late. The flames from the large number of napalm bombs had already burned the immortals and the blood streaks blocking their way to ashes.

It turned most of Bello Island into scorched earth.

The Secret Party's actions have drawn curses from many factions. If the Secret Party hadn't wanted to rescue the Immortals and give Nicholas more time to study, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.
If they had set fire to it earlier and burned it all down, they would have successfully stormed into the core area much sooner.

Of course, the insults were only done in secret, not openly, partly out of consideration for the power of the Secret Party, and partly because various factions had obtained the dragon blood material from the dragons.

These are rare and precious items that are hard to come by normally. If they were all burned in a fire, the loss would be enormous.

Asou Makoto, holding a paper umbrella, looked at the sky, feeling somewhat uneasy. She was increasingly disliking being in the daytime, especially under the sun: "Are we about to enter the core area?"

“That’s right, Norma sent a message to all forces.” Nuwa stretched her body, her snake tail swaying as she ordered people to sail to shore. Because of the arson, the entire Bello Island was uninhabitable.

The vast majority of hybrids returned to their respective ships to rest for a day, adjust their condition, and wait for the fire to subside and the temperature to cool down before entering the core area to fight.

From a distance, the once lush and beautiful uninhabited island was first a blood-red color, and then turned into the charred black it is now.

Erii, who came down with Nuwa and Asou Makoto, walked on the desolate, scorched land after the fire, and her mood was very low.

When Erii saw most of the island burning, she thought it was spectacular and beautiful, especially the orange-red flames on that part of the island.

But now? The towering trees around me have turned into black pillars of carbon. The sea breeze carries with it the heat, the pungent smell of smoke, and the thick, grayish-white embers.

After putting on the mask handed to her by Asou Makoto, Erii picked up her pen to record the changes on Bellow Island, silently digesting the Recorder's Potion.

Why does such a cruel and unkind thing happen in a world that is supposed to be so gentle? Is it because everyone wants to kill the Black King? Erii's naive worldview makes it impossible for her to understand the motives of the hybrids.

Erii wasn't the only one like this; most of the younger generation of mixed-race individuals walked silently on this desolate and lifeless land.

After two days of rest and a refreshed spirit, I recalled the arduous dragon hunt on Bellow Island. The island then was now scorched black, as if it had become a completely different world.

"Roar!!"

There was no time for them to grieve, nor any time for them to reminisce about the past. The various forces had been moving in silence for a long time and had unknowingly approached the core area.

The dormant volcano's body is already visible, as are the three generations of animals that protect it!
Seven pairs of dark golden, ancient dragon-like vertical pupils stared intently at the densely packed hybrids. Under the suppression of their dragon bloodline, many hybrids couldn't even ignite their golden pupils.

Those were pure-blooded dragons that already possessed dragon bodies. The huge gap between them and hybrids meant that just being stared at by them made them want to run away; they had no courage to fight back.

Even more deadly, a second-generation dragon servant hovered in the sky, its wings flapping, poised to descend and cut off the hybrids' retreat. ...

"These guys are so slow." At the bottom of the dormant volcano, at the source of the bloodline that the hybrids longed for day and night, Old Tang grumbled as he watched the monitoring footage of alchemy.

Although the underground space was initially renovated and made to look magnificent, living there for a long time eventually became a bit irritating. Old Tang wasn't a homebody and always wanted to go out for a stroll.

Due to the old church's plans, he couldn't go out. Over the past two months, Old Tang had mentioned countless times that he hoped the mixed-race people could speed up their offensive and come over quickly so that he could watch the show up close.

Xu Lie, standing to the side, still kept his distance from the monitoring alchemy array: "It is indeed faster, but it's possible that members of the church deliberately delayed things."

"But Old Tang, are you alright to see so many dragons die?"

"Hey!" Old Tang said nonchalantly, "I don't have much of Norton's memory. Watching the dragon battle, I just thought it was exciting and interesting, even better than American special effects movies."

"As for these dragons that died, weren't they all brought by Xia Mi? She didn't feel anything, so even if I regain my memories, I probably won't feel anything either."

"In short, Brother Xu, rest assured, as long as Constantine is safe, I don't care how many dragons die."

Xu Lie nodded, thinking about it, and agreed. In ancient times, the dragon race ruled this planet, and there were countless dragons who followed the Dragon King.

The Dragon King probably only remembers the second-generation species and some of the third-generation species under his command. As for the lower-generation fourth and fifth-generation species, the chances of him remembering them are extremely low.

At that time, the kings were fighting each other, and countless dragons died. The hundred dragons on Bellow Island were nothing compared to the ancient battlefield.

"Look, just as you predicted, Brother Xu, the hybrids are planning to scout this place!" Old Tang shouted, his attention focused on the battlefield, forgetting all about chatting.

Xu Lie understood and quickly jumped onto Constantine's cocoon throne. Old Tang turned off the monitoring alchemy and ran to the barbecue grill to activate the invisibility alchemy array that had been drawn beforehand.

With the operation of the wind element, Old Tang and the barbecue grill disappeared together, without even a wisp of smoke appearing, making it even more perfect than the invisibility of the Word of Power: Netherworld Illumination.

Outside the dormant volcano, some hybrids were flustered by the dragon's might, while others were already mentally prepared and were not surprised to see seven third-generation hybrids and one second-generation hybrid.

They scattered and threw out their specially made alchemical grenades; hundreds of grenades rained down from the sky.

The various forces planned to launch a major attack on the dragon species in the core area right from the start, but unexpectedly, the second-generation species in the sky spewed out a dragon's breath.

A three-meter-wide river of fire quickly engulfed all the grenades, but strangely, it did not cause an explosion. It was as if all the fire elements were restricted by the dragon's breath!

"It's a second-generation species of the Bronze and Fire King bloodline! The grenade cannot be detonated. Repeat, the grenade cannot be detonated!"

"The fighting, Mr. Angers, I'll leave the reconnaissance to you!"

"Quickly, according to plan, contain the dragons in the core area!"

The hybrids shouted their own commands, and the latest orders from their respective factions came through their earpieces. Angers picked up a large bag, took a step, and disappeared.

When they reappeared, they were already in front of the cave entrance, which was completely blocked by dense blood vessels.

This is the source of all the blood streaks that Norma detected. The embryo of the 'Black King' is very likely at the bottom of the dormant volcano!
Everyone bought Angers time, throwing out incantations, grenades, and explosives like they were free to restrain the dragon.

Angers did not disappoint the expectations and trust of the many mixed-race individuals. With his speed of zero time, what appeared to be only a second to outsiders was actually dozens of strikes from Angers.

He chopped the blood into pieces as if cutting grass with a knife, and then forcefully poured the contents of the bag in his hand into it.

Several miniature drones, no bigger than the palm of a hand, were thrown in by Angers and then remotely taken over by Norma, spreading their wings and quickly photographing everything in the underground space.

The reason why Angers was allowed to deploy drones was so that all parties could remotely observe the situation on the ground.

Let's see what secrets this Black King Hatchery holds!

The head of the Sera family was shocked by the scene captured by the mini drone: "Underground? The underground is inlaid with gold and silver? Could this be the Black King's mausoleum?!"

"An embryo? Look, isn't that an ancient dragon embryo? But how come there's a person on top of the ancient dragon embryo?!"

The Grand Knight gave everyone no time to think and immediately set the tone: "The Black King, that's the Black King up there, and the Ancient Dragon Embryos are all below it. That's the real Black King! We're wrong. The Black King needs all its nutrients from the Ancient Dragon Embryos!"

(End of this chapter)