Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

The monster in front of Shen Jinglong was practically unkillable.

He smashed the opponent's sternum with a punch, but only three seconds later, a series of "crackling" sounds of bones resetting rang out, and the monster actually wobbled and got up again.

"Damn it, isn't this over yet?"

Shen Jinglong kicked away a bio-engineered soldier who was charging at him fearlessly.

The man slammed into the wall like a tattered sack, but bounced back and lunged at him again, baring his teeth and claws.

"Dragon Lord! This won't do! We can't kill all these bastards!"

Not far away, Qinglong clutched his bleeding wound, his battle sword already chipped and dulled from the blows.

The mountain of corpses at his feet was writhing eerily, and several more slowly rose to their feet.

Shen Jinglong stopped.

He stood like a pillar of strength in the center of the battle, no longer throwing a punch, but coldly observing the group of monsters.

All the bio-soldiers moved in perfect synchronization, like puppets programmed with a set program.

If one raises a knife, the other will inevitably crouch down.

If one lunges forward, the other will inevitably move to the left.

This is not fucking cooperation.

This is an instruction!

An idea instantly popped into Shen Jinglong's mind.

He's not playing anymore.

Just as seven or eight alloy swords were about to chop him into mincemeat, Shen Jinglong staggered back a few steps, clutching his chest and letting out a painful groan.

"Well……"

He knelt down on one knee with a "plop," panting heavily, looking completely exhausted.

The moment he showed weakness, all the bio-soldiers paused for half a second.

Got it!

A faint signal rippled out from behind an inconspicuous mound at the edge of the battlefield.

There, parked, was an armored vehicle that had long been scrapped.

Shen Jinglong knelt on one knee, not even raising his head, and growled in a low voice at the charging Azure Dragon: "Don't move! Put on an act for me, cry!"

Qinglong was startled, but years of tacit understanding allowed him to react instantly. He immediately roared to the sky, his voice cracking, "Ah—! Big brother! What's wrong?! You fucking can't fall down!"

His shout was so loud that it shook the heavens and the earth, and finally there was movement behind the wrecked armored vehicle.

A man in black robes walked out leisurely, wearing a mask with gold patterns on his face.

The symbol of the Holy Lord!

"Hehehe..."

The man in black robes let out a strange laugh that sounded like the scraping of a broken gong: "Who do we have here? The mighty War God of the Dragon Kingdom, actually exhausted? Tsk tsk tsk, it seems the Dragon Lord is nothing special after all."

He arrogantly raised his hand, and the surrounding bio-soldiers immediately stopped attacking, surrounding Shen Jinglong and eyeing him menacingly.

Shen Jinglong knelt on one knee, raised his head, and looked at him, panting: "This is your Holy Lord's black technology?"

"Hmph, you're a dying man anyway, so telling you won't hurt." The black-robed man spread his arms, his posture crazed. "Welcome to my 'Undying Legion'! They feel no pain, they have no thoughts! Their thoughts are my thoughts! I give them life, and they live! On this battlefield, I—am a god!"

"Oh...so that's why..."

Shen Jinglong slowly stood up.

He patted the dirt off his pants, showing no signs of weakness whatsoever.

"If we take down your 'router,' they'll all be offline, right?"

The black-robed man's laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

"You...you were faking it?!" he screamed incredulously.

"Otherwise what?" Shen Jinglong retorted contemptuously. "If you don't put on a convincing act, how will you, a rat hiding in the gutter, come out of your hole?"

"You're asking for death!" The man in black robes, enraged and humiliated, swung his hands violently, letting out a hysterical roar, "Kill him! Tear him to pieces!"

Hundreds of bio-soldiers instantly rioted, like sharks smelling blood, and pounced on Shen Jinglong.

But he didn't even bother to glance at these little monsters.

boom!

The frozen ground beneath their feet suddenly exploded, creating a deep crater.

Shen Jinglong transformed into a bolt of black lightning that tore through the air, smashing through the three-layered wall of men in his path. Amidst the flying blood and flesh, he appeared like a ghost in front of the man in black robes.

A hand like an iron clamp gripped his throat tightly.

"Your signal ends here."

Click!

With a sharp crack, Shen Jinglong mercilessly crushed his throat and cervical spine.

The black-robed man's body collapsed limply like a puddle of mud.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

The instant he breathed his last, hundreds of bio-soldiers around him seemed to have their power cut off simultaneously, collapsing to the ground with a thud, their red light extinguished, and they were never able to get up again.

"Holy crap! Dude! That's awesome!"

Qinglong limped over, his face filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster.

Shen Jinglong had just taken a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, but before he could light it, he saw the black-robed man's corpse on the ground suddenly twitch.

Damn it, not quite dead yet?

Just as he was about to step forward and deliver the final kick, the corpse emitted a muffled, indistinct laugh from its throat.

The black-robed man's already unfocused eyes were fixed on Shen Jinglong, filled with resentment and mockery.

"Kill me... heh heh... and you... won't survive either..."

The voice sounded like it was squeezed out of hell.

"You think...this is all the 'gift' from His Majesty the Holy Lord?"

"Look...look at your body...haha...hahahaha..."

In his final burst of maniacal laughter, the man in black robes tilted his head to the side and breathed his last.

Shen Jinglong's heart sank, and he immediately lowered his head.

He looked at his right hand.

This is the hand that just crushed the black-robed man's neck.

On a slender, fair hand, a strange black pattern had appeared out of nowhere.

The lines resembled a venomous snake coming to life, slowly writhing beneath his skin, creeping menacingly up his wrist and arm.

With every inch of movement, a heart-wrenching pain would emanate from between the bones, an excruciating agony!

Shen Jinglong's forehead instantly broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"Oh my god! Big brother! Your hand!" Qinglong cried out in horror when he saw this.

"Don't touch it!"

Shen Jinglong sternly stopped him, his eyes fixed on the black line that was running beneath his skin.

The black line had already climbed past his elbow at an extremely fast speed. At this rate, it would burrow into his heart in at most half an hour!

He immediately mobilized his powerful internal energy to block and strangle the enemy.

But that damned black line completely ignored his internal energy and even began to devour his power, climbing even faster!

Shen Jinglong suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, and looked in the direction of the Holy Lord.

He grinned, a sinister smile revealing a set of white teeth.

Oh shit.

I want to see if you, you damned thing, are more poisonous, or if my life is tougher!