Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 57: Carrying a Knife but Not an Umbrella on a Rainy Night (Part )
The dragon blood entered his stomach, and the severe pain that erupted in his body instantly caused Bai Yi to collapse uncontrollably to the ground. He crawled on the ground, his body shaking violently, and blood flowed out of his facial features uncontrollably.

The dragon blood is eroding the human blood in his body.

Mo Yuan looked at Bai Yi, who was lying on the ground in agony and twisted, without any reaction. This was a necessary step to become a hybrid.

Under the torture of severe pain, Bai Yi's consciousness gradually became a little dazed. He only felt as if there was an omnipresent fire burning him in his body. At the same time, as time went by, a spirit that did not belong to him gradually emerged.

What kind of spirit is that? Tyranny, ferocity, and majesty seem to be its synonyms.

When that spirit appeared, Bai Yi seemed to see this picture in a trance.

The huge wings covered with white skulls stretched out wantonly, blocking the sun and casting a shadow that seemed to represent death.

The ferocious yet beautiful black dragon stands on the top of the black snow mountain, noble and majestic, like an emperor sitting on his throne, or like a high and mighty god looking down on the world.

Bai Yi suddenly thought of something. He understood. This must be the Dragon King Nidhogg that Mo Yuan mentioned! This was the source of the blood bead he swallowed!

Just as Bai Yi figured this out, suddenly, a heartbeat like a war drum sounded in his body, a flash of golden light flashed in his ordinary black pupils, and then two rounds of dazzling golden pupils lit up.

Hot white steam rose from his body, and the dragon blood that had completely merged with him made his body like a furnace, and his life level was leaped at this moment.

Bai Yi, with his golden eyes lit up, slowly stood up from the ground, and then let out a beast-like roar towards the sky.

"Roar!!!"

At this moment, he——

Reborn.

……

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Tiandou City, as the capital of the Tianhun Empire, has been standing on this ancient land since the beginning of the Tiandou Empire ten thousand years ago. In terms of its prosperity and area, only Shrek Academy and the other three empires can compare with it.

At this time, the sunset in the sky had begun to fall. On the top floor of a gorgeously decorated six-pointed building in the center of Tiandou City, two figures stood on the balcony and looked out to the south of Tiandou City.

Because of its advantageous geographical location, the southern district of Tiandou City is home to almost all the nobles of the Tiandou Empire, including powerful generals in the military and the Marquis of Lijian with the strength of a Soul Douluo.

"Brother Mo, you really don't need to formulate an attack plan? Just wait until dark and charge head-on into the Marquis of Sword's mansion?"

Bai Yi withdrew his gaze from the vaguely visible residence of the Marquis of Lijian in the distance. Although he had already seen Mo Yuan's trump card, the Soul Douluo was still too far away from the Soul Master, and he couldn't help feeling a little unsure.

"Of course, you've seen and experienced the power of Word Spirits, haven't you? As long as you use it properly, fighting against higher-level enemies won't be a problem."

"makes sense."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yi couldn't help but recall the word spirit called Holy Judgment that the dragon blood brought him. As long as he marked the target through mental power, even if he shot an arrow into the sky, the arrow would ignore all obstacles and hit the target.

This guaranteed-hit ability was a perfect match for long-range attack spirits like the bow and arrow. Bai Yi estimated that with this Word Spirit, even without considering the physical boost from the dragon blood, his strength would leapfrog to a whole new level. Not long after, as the last ray of sunlight faded from the sky and a star-studded night enveloped Tiandou City, the agreed-upon time for action arrived...

"Take it."

Mo Yuan glanced at Bai Yi, who was covered in a black cloak, and then took out something from his soul guide and threw it to him.

It was an ancient mask made of bronze with complex golden patterns on it. The ancient mask seemed to contain some unknown but extremely powerful power.

After Bai Yi caught the mask, Mo Yuan continued, "That's an alchemical item I created using alchemy. It has two abilities. When you put on the mask, it can conceal your aura and strength. Those with strength lower than that of a Soul Sage cannot see through it."

This mask was originally made by Mo Yuan to hide his identity or create a new identity, but now with the protection of the night, there is no need to use it anymore.

"As for the second ability... you'll understand once you put on the mask."

"Okay, Brother Mo."

After saying that, Mo Yuan took out the Protection of Night from his soul guide and put it on. When the Protection of Night enveloped him and injected soul power into it, a layer of illusory black mist suddenly filled around him.

The black fog around Mo Yuan showed no signs of dispersing even when the wind blew, and the moment the black fog appeared and enveloped him.

It was as if Mo Yuan had disappeared from this world, completely blending into the night. Except for the naked eye, no one could detect his whereabouts in any way, just like a ghost.

"Let's go. Remember to follow the original plan. Once you succeed, flee out of the city immediately. I'll take care of the rest."

After Mo Yuan finished speaking, he saw that Bai Yi was ready and didn't say anything more, although it seemed that he only needed to rush into the Marquis of Lijian's mansion, kill Bai Yi's enemies and then leave.

But don't forget that this is the capital of the Tianhun Empire. Once the noise is too loud and attracts the attention of the Tianhun royal family, then what they will face next is not a Soul Douluo, but a Titled Douluo of the Tianhun Empire.

Coming to the balcony of the hotel, Mo Yuan glanced at the bustling city below him, secretly saying that tonight might not be peaceful, and then he jumped from a height of hundreds of meters.

The cold wind blew Mo Yuan's cloak into a flutter, like a battle flag.
But even with such a strong wind, the black fog surrounding him showed no signs of dissipating.

Because he did not take any measures to slow down, after just two breaths, Mo Yuan was getting closer and closer to Tiandou City below, and could even see the pedestrians coming and going on the road clearly.

Seeing that they were almost at the same height, Mo Yuan, who was covered in a cloak, suddenly whispered a string of unfamiliar dragon characters.

"We come from the deepest depths of the underworld. We are the shadow's loyal followers and absolute believers in darkness. Even the flickering candlelight will eventually be devoured by us."

"Yanling·Mingzhao."

The dragon text dissipated in the wind, and a small area with Mo Yuan as the center unfolded. Then the light was refracted in a strange way, and the darkness gradually swallowed him up, and finally disappeared completely in the air.

At the same time, what the passers-by on the street did not notice was that at some point, a shadow as black as ink quietly appeared beside them, and then headed straight for the southern district of Tiandou City.

(End of this chapter)