Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 261 If someone has to be the villain, I, Mo Lang, will take the blame!
boom!
The clouds suddenly burst open, and dark purple lightning snaked through the cracks. An ancient dragon, its scales shimmering, slowly emerged from the sky.

Its wingspan is hundreds of meters long, and each dragon scale shimmers with a molten, ghostly light. Its breath even distorts and deforms the air below.

The immense pressure pressed down as if it were a physical force, causing all the players in the base to kneel and their cups to clatter to the ground. Terrified screams caught in their throats as they could only watch helplessly as the thunderclouds swirling around the dragon continued to accumulate destructive power.

What's even more chilling is that a seemingly ordinary human boy stands steadily atop the dragon's spiked head.

He wore a casual white short-sleeved shirt and loose flip-flops that casually stepped on the dragon scales, but his dark eyes surged with a chilling coldness.

The boy looked down at the ant-like crowd below, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips, as if he were about to unleash divine punishment at any moment.

"Dragons! It's actually dragons! My god, how can such powerful dragons appear?!"

"That size...that appearance...is this an ancient dragon from a game!?"

"Wait, look, there's a person standing on that dragon head!?"

"A person? How is that possible!?"

"Could it be that there are dragon riders in the Golden Shovel Survival World?!"

"..."

Everyone was stunned by the sudden appearance of the ancient dragon. What shocked them even more was that there was a person standing on the top of the ancient dragon's head!

"Dragon Knight?"

The man atop the ancient giant dragon's head laughed, then leaped down, landing steadily in front of Johnson and the others: "I'm not some dragon knight."

"You...you...you're Mo Lang from District 55!?"

Johnson recognized Mo Lang at a glance, after all, Mo Lang was quite handsome.

"Mo Lang from District 55? How is that possible?!"

"Where are his pieces?! Could it be that the opponent really did upgrade them to four-star, five-cost pieces?!"

"What a load of rubbish, a four-star, five-cost unit! It was clearly this ancient dragon that killed him!"

"Wait a minute, how did he get through the barrier?!"

"Shouldn't we be more concerned with how he subdued the ancient dragon?"

Looking at Mo Lang in front of them, the players from District 54 were stunned, their shock followed by a bellyful of questions.

"I think you should be more concerned about how they died."

Mo Lang glanced at his watch and said, "I need to go back for the second half of the game later."

"How did you die? Kid, I don't know how you got here, but your ancient dragon is no match for you." Before Johnson finished speaking, thirty three-star, five-cost units appeared in front of Mo Lang, surrounding him completely.

"That's it?"

Mo Lang laughed. Three-star, five-cost? Sorry, I already had a five-star, five-cost unit.

However, Mo Lang was too lazy to say anything more.

After snapping his fingers, he flew directly into the sky and said, "Destruction, begin the slaughter."

"Yes, Master." Amidst the desolate reply, the divine pressure erupted like a volcanic eruption.

A surge of immense divine power swept through, causing the base's metal walls to crack and the defensive towers to crumble into dust amidst the turbulent energy flow. Even the air was filled with tiny sparks of electricity.

"Roar!"

With a roar to the sky, a deep, abyss-like fissure opened in the throat of destruction, and the patterns of the gluttonous maw writhed wildly on its chest, as the condensed destructive energy surged forth as liquid flames.

The dragon's breath, burning with the laws of destruction, roared out, distorting space into bizarre spirals wherever it passed. Vegetation vanished instantly upon contact, and steel fortifications melted like butter. Half the base collapsed in the flames, lava seeping into the ground through cracks, triggering a series of deafening explosions. Thick smoke and sparks rose a thousand meters into the air, forming a mushroom cloud that blotted out the sun.

The five-star unit was instantly reduced to ashes by the dragon's breath, and the entire base was engulfed in flames.

Although the flames could not harm the players, the devastating scene terrified them, causing them even greater psychological damage.

"Just what is the strength of this ancient dragon? Could it be that a three-star, five-cost unit isn't the pinnacle of power in this world?!"

"It's over, it's all over. A three-star, five-cost unit has been reduced to ashes?!"

"Ah, what on earth is going on? How could this kid subdue such a powerful ancient dragon?!"

"Holy crap, this kid can actually fly! Does he have some kind of flight scroll?!"

"Who the hell cares about flight scrolls? Let's figure out what to do!"

"..."

Upon witnessing this devastating dragon's breath, players from Zones 54 and 7 were horrified. Some of the more timid players even collapsed to the ground with their legs giving way, and some even soiled themselves in fear.

"Surrender! We are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender unconditionally, as long as you spare our lives!" Seeing that half of his base had been destroyed, Johnson immediately knelt down and begged Mo Lang.

If the fire continues to spread, it's only a matter of time before my base is destroyed, and I might even die before these useless bastards.

He doesn't want to die.

"We are willing to surrender, as long as you spare our lives, we are willing to give anything!"

"That's right, all the women here will be yours!"

"..."

When the others saw that Johnson had surrendered, they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. Some of the women even started to pose seductively, and some of the older ones even untied the ropes around their necks.

"Heh, didn't they say we're the sick men of East Asia?" Mo Lang sneered.

“It was him! He’s the one who said it! Our Indian country has always advocated and loved peace, and we would never slander the Eastern Dragon. The ‘Sick Man of East Asia’ is something that arrogant American players said!” A man from India immediately pointed at Johnson and said.

"It really is a world-famous painting..."

Seeing the dog bite its owner, Mo Lang's expression grew even colder, but he had no interest in toying with these people and spoke calmly:
"I said, no player in District 54 will survive tonight."

"That means no one can survive..."

Upon hearing Mo Lang's words, Johnson immediately stood up and began to morally blackmail him.

"Are you going to slaughter all of these people?!"

"Exactly, aren't you Chinese the most righteous and moral people?"

"We've all surrendered, why are you still determined to kill us all!"

"You Chinese are all butchers!!!"

"..."

Immediately, screams and curses erupted throughout District 54, but in Mo Lang's eyes, these were nothing more than the barking of dogs.

If China falls into their hands, they will likely find it difficult to even die.

History serves as a warning; some dogs cannot be tamed.

Qin Shi Huang was condemned for his infamy for all eternity, but what was the result? His opponent's achievements lasted for generations.

If someone has to be the villain, I will not take the blame!
(End of this chapter)