The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Leighton's voice echoed through the temple.

Its tone was a mixture of barely concealed contempt and confidence in victory:
"This day has finally come, hasn't it?"

A sly and sarcastic smile appeared on Leighton's lips:
"I guess you didn't expect things to develop to this point today."

He tilted his head slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes, ready to face the impotent rage from the woman above.

However, the other party's strange silence was beyond Leighton's expectations.

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Catherine stood on the high platform of the temple, her eyes cold and calm.

She stared at the chaos and roars below with an expressionless face, so calm that it seemed as if the slaughtered orc guards were not her men.

The strange atmosphere made Leighton speechless for a moment. The lines he had prepared seemed to be cut off abruptly, and the air was filled with unspeakable awkwardness.

There's no way. I can't force myself to finish what I'm saying. That would be too embarrassing.

[Damn it, was this woman's mouth sewn shut with a needle? ]

Looking at Ekaterina's expressionless face, Leighton gritted his teeth and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

In order to get rid of the suffocating silence, Leighton reluctantly said self-deprecatingly:

"how?"

"Is seeing your brother who has returned from hell so surprising to you that you can't even speak?"

After saying that, it shook its head and continued muttering to itself:

"It seems that even if you become a legend through some abnormal means, it cannot cover up your pure stupidity, sister."

"But it doesn't matter. After today, this country will return to the hands of its rightful controllers, and I will become the new king!"

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No matter how Leighton provoked her, Catherine on the platform always maintained an indifferent expression.

The sun flickered behind her, shading the outline of her body.

She is like a stone sculpture, never moving no matter the wind or rain.

This made the nameless anger in Leighton's heart burn more and more.

"Answer me! Ekaterina, are you playing dumb?"

It gnashed its teeth, its voice trembling slightly with anger.

Leighton clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger, expecting any response from the woman:

"Damn it, are you dumb? Speak!"

It shouted and took a sudden step forward.

Swish!
at this very moment

As if some invisible mechanism was triggered, a sharp light flashed in Ekaterina's eyes.

Next second

She lowered her head suddenly, and her pupils like cat's eyes met Leighton's eyes.

This look was like a heavy hammer, hitting Leighton's heart hard, freezing his anger in an instant.

The boundless murderous intent fell like night.

Boundless murderous intent was like the falling of night, and a chilling feeling surged into Leighton's heart, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly.

The unrivaled pressure from the other party exceeded all his understanding of her.

"No! No, no matter how much that woman changes, she will never be like this."

A thought suddenly flashed through Leiden's mind:
There was only one possibility—she was not the Catherine he knew!
"Who the hell are you?"

Not giving the shocked Leighton any chance to react.

Without any warning of movement, Ekaterina suddenly raised her right arm and pointed it downwards.

Concentrate, lock, and launch!
She completed the spell trio in an instant, and a seven-colored light burst out from her palm, turning into a destructive rainbow light that shot straight at Leighton.

【Rainbow Light Jet】!
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The other side of the orc temple

This sudden war came like a storm, catching all the spectators off guard.

Under the guidance of the surrounding orc soldiers

Vivian, together with hundreds of envoys sent by other kingdoms, prepared to go to the temporary safe house in the corner of the temple and wait for the war between the orcs to end before making a decision.

However, just as they were preparing to move.

"boom!"

A giant sword with a broad blade that was more than ten meters long fell from the sky and instantly blocked the team of mixed races.

at the same time
Four black shadows of different sizes suddenly appeared in the sky.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, a black shadow nearly ten meters tall landed first.

The terrifying physical impact caused a circular shock wave, causing the weak ambassadors in the front row to fall to the ground in an instant. "Aha!"

He walked forward, easily pulled out the giant sword from the ground, and looked up at the familiar figure at the end of the team.

"Hogg, where do you want to go?"

The shadow's voice was as deep as thunder. As he spoke, he tore off his black robe, revealing a body with iron arms and bronze fists. His sturdy muscles almost broke through the restraints of the skin, revealing his incredible strength.

"Half-dragon orc Tamos?"

Looking at the orc's head covered with red dragon scales, Hogg frowned slightly and recognized the other party's identity.

He instinctively raised his head and looked at Ron, who was lying on Vivian's hat.

In an instant, a lazy voice sounded in Hogg's mind:
[You can handle this kind of small matter yourself, but remember to leave one for Vivian as an opponent. ]

After receiving Ron's instructions, Hogg nodded slightly, then walked out of the team and faced the four black shadows in the sky, saying calmly:

"I didn't expect you to be alive. I clearly remember that I smashed your heart before."

Upon hearing this, Tamos couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice revealing an unyielding arrogance:

"Thanks to you, I almost went to the underworld in that battle. Fortunately, I have a good doctor."

As he spoke, the legendary orc who had mutated after bathing in red dragon blood slowly revealed his scarred chest.

The original flesh and blood there had long since been completely hollowed out.

In the chest cavity protected by steel ribs, there is now only a mechanical heart fused with the blood-red flesh, beating continuously to replace the original organ and maintain his life.

Looking at the mechanical heart that was fused with the blood-red flesh and kept beating.

"You turned yourself into a half-construct?"

Hogg stared at the mechanical heart intently, frowned and said: "You are weaker than before, why do you want to come back and seek death?"

Tamos's laughter was mixed with fearlessness:

"Hahaha, as long as we can continue to fight, this small price is nothing."

Just as Tamos was about to continue speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a dry, harsh voice from behind him:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense!"

Behind Tamos

The other three black shadows slowly took off their hoods, revealing their true faces.

Among them, an old man with a skinny body and green eyes was particularly eye-catching.

Its eyes were as vicious as a venomous snake, and it said in a hoarse voice: "Our mission is to kill that dog together, not to reminisce about the past."

Hogg stared at the skinny old man who looked like a skeleton soldier and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"I didn't expect that even you would be involved in this war."

"Legendary Lich·Undead Scourge·Salvera!"

The lich Salvera laughed a harsh laugh, as uncomfortable as the scraping of iron:
"Hehehe, there's nothing I can do. Rare construction materials like yours are hard to come by. I just want to borrow your brain for some research."

"Of course, it would be great if you could offer it voluntarily. I can assure you that you won't feel any pain when the spinal nerves are cut."

Hearing this, Hogg did not reply immediately, but turned his gaze to look at the other two men in black robes standing next to the lich.

They were a human man and woman, one tall and one short.

The tall man was of sturdy build, carrying a huge wooden stick with a diameter of more than two meters on his back. He was wearing full body armor, and one could only vaguely see the middle-aged man's face through the steel net on his face.

His aura was as steady as a mountain, and he was obviously the bucket-type warrior who was very difficult to deal with.

The woman next to him looked to be in her thirties. She was wearing a dark robe and had heavy makeup on her face.

The colorful magic-amplifying rings on his ten fingers were glowing, and he was obviously an experienced spellcaster.

Although her aura is slightly weak, there is a terrifying power fluctuation that cannot be ignored hidden beneath her ordinary appearance.

Facing these opponents, Hogg was secretly frightened, but his expression remained calm:
"Four legends?"

"You really spared no effort to deal with me."

As he spoke, Hogg slowly took out a fine steel mace from his storage equipment.

While staring at the position of the woman and the lich, he began to quickly calculate the next response strategy in his mind.

As we all know, it is an absolute iron rule of war to first eliminate spellcasters with large-scale firepower output when a battle begins.

If a spellcaster is allowed to unleash his spells on the battlefield, he will cause devastating damage far beyond his own level.

Whether it is against the enemy or against ourselves.

[A dead wizard is a good wizard! — A soldier killed by a friendly area magic]

It seemed that he realized the danger in Hogg's gaze.

suddenly
A tall, middle-aged woman holding a dark copper wand stepped forward with a charming smile and said:
"Mr. Hogg, please don't misunderstand us. You are not our target."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed at the team of ambassadors from various countries beside Hogg. Her forked tongue, like a venomous snake, gently swept across her blood-stained red lips:
"According to the agreement with Leighton, the two of us are only responsible for keeping them as hostages. For things like fighting Mr. Hogg, the old man and the stinky orc are enough."

She raised her chin slightly and said in a teasing tone:

"After all, I don't want to be hit by your big stick outside the bed~~" (End of this chapter)