{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 137

 Mu Heng looked away.

No matter where the man in black is now, without the Stone of Abyss, it is impossible to create the next crack in the abyss.

So for him, there is only one last choice left.

Mu Heng stepped forward casually, and the shadow of a long sword appeared in his palm.

The sword light passed by, and the throat was sealed with blood.

Xu Feng's eyes widened in horror, and the expression on his face was frozen at the last second before his death.

The wall of air had disappeared, and his broken and twisted limbs lost their support, lying limply on the ground, and the dark red blood slowly spread.

Mu Heng shook off the blood on the sword, and looked away indifferently.

——The day when the blood moon comes is when the abyss opens.

Looks like it's time to talk to that group of heretics.

...

"Then why do you want to send the dragon back now?"

Wen Yao asked slowly, staring deeply at the tightly bound man in black in front of him.

"..."

The man in black looked back at her.

The face covered with blue-black swollen meridians looked deformed and ugly, and the pale lips twitched, as if there was a fleeting smile across his face.

Immediately afterwards, his eyelids drooped, covering those light cloudy blue eyes.

He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

For some reason, Wen Yao was very disturbed by the other party's attitude.

She frowned, took a step forward, and said sternly,

"Hey, I'm asking you something, have you—"

At this moment, the door at the back made a beeping sound, and slowly opened from the outside.

The person from the administration came in:

"Captain Wen, it's time."

Wen Yao finally took a deep look at the black-robed man in front of him who closed his eyes, then took a deep breath and said,

"... I see."

She came this time not only to see the man in black before everything started, but also to escort him to the venue for the ceremony.

The people from the administration escorted the man in black from the closed cell.

The black-robed man walked out obediently. His clothes were torn and tattered. He looked as if he had been scorched by a fire. He was dirty and dusty, with heavy shackles on his withered ankles, following him There was a clanging sound of metal clashing as he moved.

Watching the back of the man in black disappear into the carriage, Wen Yao withdrew her gaze and walked in the direction of the captain in charge of guarding the mercenary.

"What?"

The mercenary looked up and down the capable woman with brown hair and brown skin in front of him with naked eyes, and slowly showed a suggestive smile: "Yes

... is there anything else?"

Wen Yao turned a blind eye to this .

She pointed in the direction of the carriage and asked, "How do you know that what this man said is true?"

"What?" The mercenary frowned.

Wen Yao frowned and asked, "Do you really believe that he will give you the real information? Are you not afraid that he will give you wrong information on purpose?" The mercenary sneered, "There is

no

need Don't worry, our leader has props to guarantee that this person is telling the truth. Even your leader has seen it with his own eyes. Of course, if you want to have a drink together tonight, I can bring you... ..."

Halfway through his words, he was stopped by the professional indifferent gaze of the opposite woman:

"Thank you, it's still not enough."

Wen Yao nodded at him, then turned and got into the car.

There were only four people in the huge carriage, the black-robed man who was firmly tied up, Wen Yao, a subordinate of the management bureau, and a mercenary.

The escort car started and drove forward slowly.

The man in black sat in the back without saying a word, his eyes were closed tightly, if it wasn't for the rising and falling of his chest, one would almost suspect that he was dead.

Wen Yao lowered her eyes, a little absent-minded.

If what the mercenary said is correct, the ceremony proposed by the man in black in front of him is not fake.

Did he really want to send the dragon back to the abyss?

Wen Yao found it hard to believe it.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on the man in black robe sitting opposite her.

The director of the Authority may not know this group of people, but she is different.

In the years since she entered the management office, she had confronted this group of black-robed people more than once, and before Mu Heng left, she had given her a task, which was to study the files and materials of this group of heretics.

Combining the information and actual combat experience, Wen Yao confirmed one point.

— These heretics are madmen.

They are fanatics, regardless of the cost and unscrupulous means.

Death and pain are pleasure and pursuit for them. They will not be afraid or corrupted. Threats and bribes are of no use to them.

Intuition told Wen Yao that there must be something wrong here.

But in this situation, she can't quit.

Wen Yao knew that she was definitely not irreplaceable.

If she quits, the director of the bureau will immediately send his men to take over.

This is a logical overreach.

If she doesn't take the initiative to join in, not only will she not be able to participate in the process of the ceremony, but the power of the Combat Section will be emptied... especially when it is not known when Mu Heng will return.

However, even if she cooperates now, the director still worries that she is Mu Heng's confidant.

All her communication equipment was taken away there, cutting off all ways to get in touch with the outside world.

In addition, as a civilian who climbed up from the bottom, Wen Yao was isolated and helpless in the upper management.

Now we can only bide our time.

Everything is ready for the ceremony.

The magic circle drawn by blood shone with an ominous luster on the ground. Shi Zechun and Shi Rui didn't know whether it was because they lost too much blood or because they were too panicked, and shivered in the corner as white as paper.

The required abyss stone was transported and placed in the center of the formation.

The man in black walked forward slowly, the shackles under his feet being dragged and clanging, he knelt down in front of the formation, and pressed his palms into the sticky blood.

Complicated and ancient spells spit out from his mouth.

Obviously the sound was not loud, but everyone present felt dizzy and deafening.

A strange red light rises from the ground, a strong wind hovers in the air, gray-black clouds cover the sky, and dust and gravel are thrown up, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

The most terrifying thing is the strong magic pressure rising from the magic circle.

There seems to be some kind of ancient and ghostly power in it, which almost captures everyone's mind, like a terrifying magnetic field, making the whole

ceremony of everyone present seem as if centuries have passed.

The man in black stood up tremblingly. He looked as if he was a hundred years older than before. The ugly blue and black lines had covered his entire face, and his right eye was covered with a thick layer of white cloud. He was obviously blind. up.

However, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a secretive smile.

No one knows better than him how much a Mu family is obsessed with dragons.

Soon, however, the entire continent will know.

The man in black looked around slowly.

Although the ceremony has ended, the powerful magic pressure has not disappeared, and everyone is still dominated by that trance state.

He looked back, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

His mission is over.

——Then it was time to deal with the only aftermath.

A look of joy flashed in the cloudy eyes of the man in black robe, and then he opened his mouth. He bit down on his own tongue with all his strength.

As long as the future problems are dealt with, there will be no way to solve this situation.

What a delight.

In the next second, a hand gripped his chin tightly. The slender and soft fingers seemed to be made of copper and iron, full of terrifying power, and then they twisted forcefully to the side—"Crack." There was a

clear

sound There was a sound of bones rubbing against each other, and the black-robed man's lower jaw was removed.

... What, what?

The only seeing pupil of the man in black suddenly constricted, and he turned his head slowly, looking towards the blind spot on his right.

The brown-haired and brown-skinned woman is panting violently at this moment, with one hand hanging by her side, half of her sleeve has been stained a dazzling scarlet with blood, and blood drops are still dripping down, dripping on the ground. on the ground.

Among the broken fabrics, deep and visible bone scars can be vaguely seen.

It was wounded by her own weapon.

She relied on this to stay awake under the pressure.

Wen Yao raised her eyes.

A pair of honey-colored pupils shone with burning fire, she gave a short laugh, her face seemed to be half a meter away from the edge of a knife with a compelling determination, she leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Be good, don't use your brains.

"

" ..."

Looking at Shi An who was lying in the pile of treasures not far away, the monster showed an indescribable expression:

"That...my lord..."

Shi'an raised his head: "Huh?"

The monster asked cautiously: "You Could it be..."

"What?" The boy tilted his head.

"Missing..."

The monster took a deep breath, and then reluctantly, stammered out the remaining few words:

"...Is that human?"

Shi An was startled.

He sat up from the pile of treasures, a pair of red-gold vertical pupils stared at the monster not far away for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

The devil worm felt cold when he saw it:

"My lord, what's the matter?"

Shi An didn't speak or move.

It swallowed and tried to make amends for itself: "I, I just said that casually just now, don't take it too seriously... After all, after all, you are a proud and noble dragon, how can a mere human being affect you How about your mood? Just wait, I will send an order to the following to let them find the treasure according to your request..." Before the

devil worm finished speaking, Shi An blinked and interrupted it:

"You are right ."

Demonic insect: "... Huh?"

Shi An jumped up from the pile of treasures: "You are right!" Demonic

insect: "?????"

The red vertical pupils seemed to be ignited instantly, and the vitality jumped in the depths of the pupils. He bent down and caught the magic insect in his hands.

It hadn't been treated like this for a long time. It panicked, and its thin legs fluttered in the air:

"Wait! My lord! What are you going to do!"

Shi'an put the monster in his palm and lifted it up to the level of his face s position.

He said seriously:

"Yes, I am a proud and noble dragon.

Therefore, as long as it belongs to me, no one can touch it—whether it is the treasures thrown in the mainland or Mu Heng, it is all mine. belongings."

"Mine."

Shi An emphasized and repeated slowly.

He narrowed his eyes and showed a happy smile:

"So, I'm going back to the mainland and grab my things back."