Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Upon hearing the news from Rudra, the scorching dragon could no longer sit still.

How arrogant!

Slamming his hand on the table.

boom!

"How dare you! I haven't even gone after them yet, and they've come after me first. Rudra, are you confident you can kill them?"

In fact, no, and the current Rudra is not entirely Rudra.

His will had been corrupted by Michael thousands of years ago, yet he himself was completely unaware of it.

Therefore, when Michael sensed the aura of another King of Justice, he immediately understood that he was no match for him.

The difference in permissions is too great, and even adding the Scorching Dragon won't help.

Thus, influenced by Michael, Rudra uttered the words "let's retreat for now."

The scorching dragon's eyes widened:

"what?"

She wondered if she had misheard; could Rudra really say something like that?

She bit her lower lip, took a deep look at the small room inside, clenched her fist, and said with dissatisfaction:

"Why should we retreat!"

"Dozens of immortals, plus you, plus me, a total of twelve saints, couldn't even repel the invaders?"

"For my sister's sake, I must not run away. Although I don't know how he made my sister lose her power, as long as I don't confront him directly, it will be fine!"

I'll go and test him!

Having said that, she decisively used the "Existence in Parallel" ability. Another scorching dragon, identical to herself, quickly appeared.

It possesses independent consciousness and 50% of the power.

Rudra was about to say something when the scorching dragon raised its hand to interrupt him, its slender fingers almost poking his nose as it glared at him:

"I am disappointed. After so many years of reincarnation, even your sharpness has been worn away."

"I will protect my sister. You can continue to dream your pipe dreams."

When people are angry, they'll say anything.

Although these words might cause an irreparable rift in their relationship, Veruglind couldn't care less at that moment.

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left the room, his clothes fluttering and creating a wave of heat.

Another scorching dragon entered the small house, preparing to move its sister to another location.

If the clone dies, all its memories will return.

If I hadn't died, but had been captured, exchanging half my strength for my sister's safety would have been worthwhile.

And so, as a slight ripple spread through the space, and the building was empty, Rudra sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping.

But then, he suddenly looked up, a red light flashing in his eyes, and his facial muscles twitched unnaturally.

"Hmph, what a waste, Rudra, unable to even protect the woman he loves... It's almost time, two thousand years have passed, I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, the red light faded, and Rudra's eyes glazed over for a moment.

He seemed completely unaware of what had just happened, frowned, rubbed his temples, and then decided to go and check out the hero's strength.

It wasn't that he was cowardly, but rather that Guy had accepted the other person.

My strength is not what it used to be, and acting rashly could very well jeopardize my plans to conquer the world.

Otherwise, decades ago, there wouldn't have been a scene of killing the hero to lure him out.

This is the dream that Xing Wanglong entrusted to him, and he must not let him down.

Even if it means bearing a bad reputation, I'm willing to do it.

……

Veruglind appeared outside and soon saw the two who had barged in.

Although both of their bodies were completely covered by masks and cloaks, the woman's unique swordsmanship made her recognize her instantly.

Is this a revenge mission?

The scorching dragon clenched its teeth, its nails digging into its palms.

She desperately wanted to expose their identities on the spot and have them attacked by the crowd, but unfortunately, she couldn't.

Because once exposed, it will prove that everything Rudra did back then was just a show…

"You bastard!"

She cursed inwardly, but there was nothing she could do; all she could do now was try to salvage the situation as much as possible.

The King of Redemption activated, his fist ignited with flames of tens of thousands of degrees, and his body rushed forward at near-light speed, leaving countless afterimages in the air.

Almost simultaneously, her fist touched Shizue Izawa.

At that very moment, Ronan grabbed the saint and threw him in front of Jingjiang, the movement so fast it was almost invisible.

The scorching dragon's pupils shrank sharply, but it was too late. Even after withdrawing his power, the saint was instantly blasted into countless skin fragments.

"boom!"

Blood smeared the scorching dragon's face, staining its indigo hair and turning its bun crimson. Blood droplets slid down its cheeks.

Conversely, Jingjiang, who was behind the sage, reacted in time due to the buffer, and retreated several steps away from the original spot as the explosion occurred.

The scorching dragon trembled with rage, actually…

She roughly wiped the blood off her face with her hands.

Looking up at the man in black not far away, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Intruder, don't be so arrogant!"

"Having killed so many of our people, do you really intend to fight to the death with our Eastern Empire?"

"Don't think that just because you're wearing masks I won't know who you are!"

"Oh? So what if you know who we are? Do you dare to say it out loud?"

Beneath the mask, Ronan raised an eyebrow and chuckled. His slaughter of the Royal Guard hadn't been in vain; the main culprit had finally appeared.

Although I don't recognize it or have never seen it before, the feeling originating from the ultimate skill is unmistakable.

Zhonghua Niang... is quite different from Bai Binglong.

"you…"

The scorching dragon breath surged, its chest heaving violently. Just as it was, it knew their weakness.

Although I really want to say, at worst we'll all perish together.

But... the thought that the consequences of a complete falling out might mean my sister could never regain her original power...

She felt as if she had swallowed a fly, and her stomach churned.

Behind them, the knights were all startled by the sudden appearance of the scorching dragon.

Some people didn't know her and, seeing that she had killed her companion, assumed she was an enemy and were in an uproar.

The scorching dragon whirled around and hissed, "Shut up, you bunch of trash!"

Although her own attacks were also ineffective, at least she could kill a saint with one punch.

And these guys…

Knowing this wasn't the time to be a bully at home, she stared coldly at Ronan, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth:

"We dare not say it aloud, but do you dare to continue killing?"

"The Eastern Empire is responsible for guarding the East. Without us, the Demon King's forces will make a comeback. Are you sure you can shoulder this responsibility?"

Because they can't beat them, they start labeling them.

Ronan seemed unconcerned, reaching up to touch his mask, his tone casual:

"Hmm, the Demon King you're talking about is Guy? Don't worry, he'll give me face, so please face your deaths with composure."

"Of course, I will spare your life; you still have value to me."

The threat was palpable, and some of the people present, upon hearing Qi Yi's name, broke out in a cold sweat, already guessing his identity.

Of course, not a hero, but...

"It's the Demon King! The most mysterious one, why...?"

This is incredible! He's said to be the most mysterious and strongest demon king, who suddenly appeared decades ago.

What did the Eastern Empire do to provoke him?

Is it because of that crazy woman?

Damn!

An oppressive atmosphere pervaded the air.

Despair spread through the crowd, and some people collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 179, 179, Mere beasts, their deaths are not a pity; The saved demon land.

The scorching dragon sensed the atmosphere of despair permeating the air. Although it wanted to shout, "Don't give up! Unite! Better to die than live in dishonor!"

But she also knew how difficult it would be for her group to win.

They talked about dozens of immortals and a dozen saints, but in reality, there were fewer than twenty of them inside and outside the palace.

The rest of them were engaged in wars of aggression abroad.

The scorching dragon took a deep breath, attempting a final struggle. She spoke coldly, her words filled with resentment and anger:

"Giving you face? What a joke! Do you really think Guy would give up the chance to unify the world? You don't understand him at all!"

"Our Eastern Empire exists to protect humanity, yet you slaughter so wantonly... and you, that little girl!"