Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 366 Dragon Hunting
Over the capital, the shape of the dark clouds gradually became clearer.

At first it resembled a plump worm, but as the gray mist surged in, it became increasingly slender.

Two slightly curved horns grow from its head, its mouth protrudes, and several long whiskers flow freely.

Its tail is sharp, and four bulges rise beneath its body.

“That is…” an old minister couldn’t help but speak up, because he seemed to have seen the final form of that thing.

Lu Shaoqing said with interest, "So that's what it means when a wicked dragon is born."

Just a few minutes later, the gray fog stopped rising in the capital.

The nine dark clouds had already taken shape, their color leaning towards deep black.

There were nine clouds in eight directions. The clouds in the southwest corner were particularly large and split into two.

On the dragon's head, two scarlet dots are the only unusual color.

The dragon had long horns, flowing whiskers, and clearly defined scales, and it exhaled a little mist.

Each of the four dragon claws has five toes, and the tips gleam with a cold, metallic sheen.

Nine enormous black dragons flew over the capital city, each one large enough to span half the city!

The martial artists on the street stared wide-eyed, their faces pale, as they looked up at the flying dragon in the sky.

The dragon's oppressive aura pressed down upon them, and those who were weak could not suppress their instincts, unable to resist collapsing to the ground.

They had never seen such a horrifying scene.

Do dragons actually exist?

In the residence of a court official, the lord laughed wildly, believing it to be a sign from heaven: "A wicked dragon has been born! Heaven is going to destroy that person!"

Xie Zhaohui stood on the rooftop, his face grim.

Although he could withstand the dragon's oppressive aura, he also sensed the immense power contained within the dragon's body, as well as its will to destroy everything.

Perhaps only the Seven Sects are qualified to confront them directly.

And there were nine dragons in total!

Is it possible to gather nine members of the Seven Clans in the capital right now?
Within the capital, those who were still observing finally chose sides and placed their bets after the emergence of Kowloon.

The capital was in even greater chaos. The city guards, secretaries, and military personnel stationed at various passes were hit even harder, and some of them were even private guards of powerful and wealthy families.

However, some powerful figures who originally intended to protect themselves were forced to step in and help the court.

Because they were too deeply tied to Lu Shaoqing, and with each new emperor comes a new court, they probably couldn't escape the new emperor's purge.

But their hearts were filled with pessimism.

The evil dragons really did appear, and there were nine of them at once.

In traditional beliefs, the dragon represents the will of Heaven.

In their view, this was Heaven's displeasure with Lu Shaoqing's cruelty, sending down a wicked dragon as punishment to change the dynasty.

Moreover, so many of the prophetic poems have come true, how far away can the last one be?
Regardless of what choices the people in the capital made, those on the city walls had no other options.

Everyone looked solemn.

Once the black dragon took shape, it let out a furious roar.

The nine dragons did not look down at the rabble; instead, they turned their heads to face the palace.

Before the Nine Dragons were fully formed, no one spoke on the city tower. Even though they were both surprised and afraid, they dared not dampen morale at this moment.

"The will and life of all people have merged into nine dragons. Even though they were just powerless mortals before, after this fusion, with everyone united, I'm afraid even the Seven Great Sects would not be a match for them." Wei Miao slowly revealed its secrets.

Those who were incorporated into it were all the sick. The ritual master used the statue of the Duke of Fu'an, which stored the power of faith, as the central point to coordinate with other statues in the capital.

Even if they only resembled the statues in appearance, because the people worshipped those clay statues and acknowledged that the statues were "Lord Fu'an," they truly symbolized Lord Fu'an. Using the statues in various places as nodes, the power of faith was mobilized, forming the first layer of a network of faith that covered the entire capital city.

The second layer of the network uses viruses as nodes. The power of faith locates all targets through the virus network, and through the connections of the viruses, they are able to gather together after extracting essence and spirit.

Symbolism and connection—as long as these two key points are grasped, even if Wei Miao did not witness the ceremony firsthand, she could roughly deduce its composition.

The final shaping of the nine dragons is inseparable from the influence of the ritual hub.

Wei Miao guesses that the central point of the ceremony should be the Nine Dragons Jade Seal.

Someone asked, "Are they planning to attack the palace?"

Wei Miao shattered their hopes: "I'm afraid that's the case."

The sick people already harbored deep resentment towards the court's ineffective disaster relief efforts. However, due to their unity, the evil dragon's actions are now driven by collective will.

Bringed over by Wei Miao, the Five Lucky Rats, who had been hiding, finally spoke up: "There is dragon energy in the palace. Although it is an inexplicable and mysterious kind of fortune, if we can break through the palace, they can really benefit. For example, they can transform and become more like dragons."

Lu Shaoqing nodded slightly and ordered, "Have the Imperial Guards form battle formations."

He played the Imperial Guard card.

Even the lowest-ranking warrior in the Imperial Guard is a second-rate fighter.

Battle formation techniques originated from a certain deity statue, and both the imperial court and sects studied them. Sects were smaller in scale, usually forming formations of five or ten people. The imperial court primarily used them for military exercises, with the number of participants in battle formations reaching up to ten thousand.

Battle formations connect the warriors' mental strength and vital energy into one, unleashing earth-shattering power that even the Seven Sects cannot match.

Such a colossal dragon could be blocked by battle formations, with everyone facing off against each other.

Lu Shaoqing turned to Wei Miao and the others and said, "You all go too."

Everyone took the order and left.

The black dragon swam its body, and as it moved, the shrieks of vengeful spirits could be heard, revealing its malevolent nature.

The imperial guards on all sides of the palace walls mobilized and came out in full force.

Instead of them guarding the pass, there were metal monsters driven by inscribed mechanical arts, each over three meters tall, forged in imitation of mythical beasts from historical legends.

One after another, military-grade cannons with inscriptions appeared on the palace walls, their muzzles pointing outwards.

Wei Miao arrived at the southwest of the palace, where the Imperial Guards were already well-trained and arranged in formation, numbering roughly two thousand.

They were not clustered together, but rather scattered throughout the streets according to the terrain.

However, their vital energies merged into one, and the invisible mental energy flowed in the air, affecting their respective blood and qi.

The black dragon was quite fast; as it swam, its figure became slightly blurry, and it did not look down.

Soon, it approached the edge of the battle formation.

The commander of the battle formation stood at the very front, looking up at the black dragon with wide, angry eyes, and shouted, "Repair my spears and halberds!"

"drink!"

All the soldiers responded in unison, their roars like thunder, soaring into the sky.

With this shout, even the dragon's imposing aura dissipated, and everyone felt their breath flowing smoothly and their ambitions soaring.

The will of the group was united by the battle formation, and with everyone sharing the burden, the oppressive force was weakened to a negligible level.

The clanging of armor was synchronized as they raised their spears, poised to throw them.

With a surge of mental energy, a massive, blood-red spear phantom materialized on the battle formation, its size comparable to that of the black dragon.

A terrifying aura spread out, and Wei Miao had no doubt that this shot could kill her.

"Our troops, dragon hunt!"