Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"No, Brother Shen, what weird stuff are you talking about again?" Lu Mingfei said helplessly, "There aren't any mixed-race beauties here to play with you."

While everyone was still discussing the murals, a series of subtle noises made Caesar instantly serious.

The Word of Power: Kamaitachi unleashed its power, and Kaiser, acting as a biological radar, immediately issued a warning to Shen Jue and the others.

"Something's coming!" Caesar shouted.

Shen Jue frowned and immediately said, "Shrek... oh no!"

"The Kassel Seven! Activate defensive formation!"

The group was a little nervous, but they lined up in order of height and raised their firearms.

Only Chu Zihang, carrying the village rain, stood guard beside everyone with a blank expression.

In a short time, a large number of creatures nearly three meters long emerged from the shadows surrounding the Dragon Palace.

These creatures crouched low, their spines arching from their backs, their ribs protruding from their bodies like a layer of bony armor covering their torsos.

Their forelimbs do not end in hands, but in two curved bone sickles with fine serrations along their inner edges.

And it has no eyes on its head.

The space where the eyes should be was covered by a translucent bone membrane, beneath which churned a dark green fluorescent liquid.

"A new breed of Dragonblood Deadpool?"

"There are too many! Most of our weapons are still on the ships!" Caesar shouted through gritted teeth.

"Don't panic!" Shen Jue patted the holster on his waist and drew two large, exaggeratedly designed handguns.

"Academy Equipment Department Special Edition Frigga's Judgment, 9mm caliber, 12-round magazine, filled with mercury-core armor-piercing rounds, specifically designed to penetrate the bone armor of dinosaurs!"

"Let me see how strong these Dragonblood Dead Servants are!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two creatures were shot in the head, and their bodies, now out of control, struggled on the ground.

"Hey."

"Nothing special." Shen Jue displayed his acting skills with a confident smile.

But looking at the number of those creatures, there were hundreds of them pouring out from the shadows outside the Dragon Palace.

They were so densely packed that they could almost engulf the Kassel Seven in an instant.

"Wow! So many!" Shen Jue exclaimed dramatically.

"That's not right!"

"Brother Shen! Old Tang!" Lu Mingfei suddenly shouted nervously.

"The more I look at this thing, the more it resembles the Zerg Hydralisk from StarCraft!!"

"Which dragon is stealing Blizzard's ideas?!"

Shen Jue glanced at Lu Mingfei sideways.

"What are you talking about!" Chen Motong shouted loudly, as if this gave them courage.

"Think of a way! Commander Shen!"

"Tsk." Shen Jue looked at Chu Zihang beside him, who was holding Murasame with both hands and had already placed the knife horizontally in front of him, clearly prepared for a fight to the death.

"Special supply for the Equipment Department!"

"Firestorm Grenade!"

Shen Jue laughed loudly and pulled out a violently shaped hand grenade from his pocket.

The thing was entirely crimson red, its surface densely covered with alchemical runes.

The patterns shone with a dark red light, like a red-hot branding iron, and you could feel a scorching heat when you held them in your hand.

The safety pull ring was covered with the Equipment Department's iconic nuclear radiation clover sticker, and below it, a line of text was written in a bold, stylized hand with a marker.

"Warning: Lie down immediately after throwing."

Below that line of text, there was a line of even smaller text.

"Lying down might not even help."

"Watch out!"

Shen Jue bit open the pin and, with a standard throwing motion, hurled the grenade hard at the densest area of ​​the Hydralisks.

The grenade arced through the air, bounced off the bony carapace of a hydra, and then fell into the horde of monsters.

As far as everyone could see, the whole world seemed to be ablaze.

The flames resembled the long breath of an ancient king of bronze and fire as he awoke.

The alchemical array at the grenade's landing point was suddenly activated, and a crimson six-pointed star array with a diameter of nearly ten meters appeared on the ground.

The runes in the array spun violently, distorting the surrounding air into visible heat waves.

Silvery-white flames erupted simultaneously from every node of the six-pointed star array.

The flames condensed in the air into six enormous fire tornadoes, intertwining, swirling, and expanding, pushing wildly outward from the center of the array.

Each fire tornado was four or five meters high, and faintly visible glowing alchemical runes could be seen rolling and surging inside the flames, as if the flames themselves had come to life.

In the area burned by the six fiery tornadoes, the swarm of hydralisks turned to ashes and charcoal.

"Holy crap!" Lu Mingfei stared wide-eyed at the spectacular sight before him.

"Is that a hand grenade?! This art style is way too fantastical!"

"Brother Shen, are you really a great magician?"

"?"

"What are you talking about?" Shen Jue watched as his creation was swept away by the Flamestorm Grenade.

"Ha, how could a mere carbon-based life form possibly withstand the flames I've specially enhanced with an alchemical array?"

"This is a special weapon that I modified in collaboration with the Equipment Department."

"Your firearms also have special effects."

Just as Shen Jue was admiring the hellish scenery, even more swarms of serpents emerged from the outskirts of the Dragon Palace.

Upon closer inspection, at least a thousand hydralisks surrounded the seven men.

"Hmm?" Shen Jue asked in confusion.

Of course, this was just an act to show that he was unaware of the truth.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei said urgently, "Brother Shen!"

"Quickly, pull out a few more fire tornadoes!"

"Hydralisks can deal ranged damage!"

"It's a pity," Shen Jue said helplessly, "I only brought one Flamestorm grenade."

"The rest are on the ship."

"What should we do then?" Caesar asked, a bead of sweat trickling down his face.

"Ha, of course we're running away."

"Fingal! Come help!"

Shen Jue shouted and, taking advantage of the Flamestorm Grenade keeping the many Hydralisks at bay, ran towards the Dragon Palace gate.

The moment Shen Jue called out that name, a tall figure suddenly sprang out.

"Here you are! Brother Shen, you finally remembered me!"

Fingel von Frings, head of the press department at Kassel College, is a German man who calls himself the college's number one intelligence broker.

He rushed to the huge dragon palace gate with a speed completely contrary to his usual lazy and useless image.

The pale blue-white gate to the Dragon Palace looked extremely heavy.

"Who can move this thing?!" Old Tang cried out in despair.

"Ha! That's not necessarily true!"

Fingel placed his hands on the surface of the Dragon Palace gate and took a deep breath.

His pupils suddenly brightened into a deep, heavy dark gold.

Word of Power: Bronze Throne

Fingel's arm muscles suddenly bulged, and veins stood out from under his skin like tree roots.

His words of power can temporarily grant hybrids the physical strength of dragons. Their enhanced bones, skin, and muscles can block bullets at close range, greatly increasing the hybrids' explosive power and endurance.

When the power of the Bronze Throne is unleashed to its fullest extent, a bronze-like metallic luster will appear on its surface. At this point, Fingal's power is enough to lift a rock as high as a mountain.

"Give me!"

"open!"

Fingel roared and exerted force with both arms at the same time.

The internal components of the Dragon Palace gate emitted a heavy rumble.

The two enormous, cold, bluish-white doors were actually slowly sliding open to the sides.

"How can he be so fierce?" Caesar looked extremely surprised.

In his memory, Fingel was a good-for-nothing senior who spent all his time holed up in the news department office eating instant noodles and was heavily in debt.

"Stop talking nonsense and get in!" Shen Jue rushed towards the door crack first, shouting back as he ran.

"The firestorm is almost over!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone rushed towards the Dragon Palace gate in a swarm.

Lu Mingfei ran in the lead, Chen Motong followed closely behind, and Caesar did not forget to use the Sickle Weasel to observe the progress of the Hydralisk swarm.

Old Tang rushed into the Dragon Palace gate.

Only Chu Zihang remained at the end.

He still carried the village rain, standing inside the ring-shaped barrier formed by the firestorm, facing the swarm of hydralisks that were frantically thrashing outside the wall of fire.

The light of the silvery-white flames cast an extremely long shadow of his tall figure.

"Chu Zihang!" Caesar roared as he turned around.

"Come in quickly!"

Chu Zihang's golden eyes were fixed on a certain direction of the wall of fire.

The firestorm was nearing its end; the silvery-white hue of the alchemical flames was fading, and the spinning speed of the fire tornado was beginning to slow.

Just a second before the flames were completely extinguished, a Hydralisk, much larger than the others, suddenly lunged out from the dissipating flames.

Its bony shell was charred and cracked, and dark green fluid seeped out from the cracks.

But the sickle-shaped forelimbs still slashed toward Chu Zihang's neck at an extremely fast speed.