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

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to show a wary expression, he saw the little penguins surround Chu Zihang.

When the little penguins saw Chu Zihang leaning against the broken stone pillar, they swarmed over with quacking sounds.

The little penguins, making cheerful, ethereal sounds, climbed up Chu Zihang's legs and onto his shoulders and chest.

Chu Zihang didn't move; these cute and gentle little things made him feel particularly relaxed.

A little penguin climbed onto Chu Zihang's shoulder, wiggling its round body and making "cluck~cluck~quack~quack~" sounds.

The other little penguins danced around Chu Zihang.

Some white glimmers emerged from the little penguins' bodies, and those white glimmers merged into the wounds on Chu Zihang's chest and all over his body.

The injuries inflicted by Orochi were rapidly healed as the white light merged into them.

Chu Zihang was taken aback, then managed a weak smile.

Shen Jue was still lying on the ground in the Yamcha pose when a little penguin waddled up to him.

The little penguin tilted its head and looked at him for two seconds, then climbed onto the back of his head without hesitation.

"well?"

As soon as Shen Jue made a sound, the second penguin climbed onto his back, the third took over his shoulder, and the fourth sat on his waist.

Then more little penguins climbed onto the fallen Shen Jue, nuzzling him and making "clucking" sounds.

One of them even tried to crawl into his collar.

"No! It'll tickle!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Shen Jue rolled around on the ground laughing.

But he didn't shake any of the little penguins off.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the energetic Shen Jue.

The cold, aloof demeanor he exuded after slaying what appeared to be a damaged first-generation Dragon King vanished completely. He shouted exaggeratedly, "Brother Shen! You're not dead?!"

Shen Jue gave Lu Mingfei a reassuring look.

He lay on the ground and pulled out a diamond gold card from a luxury club.

There was a complete scratch on the diamond gold card, the scratch was neat and clean, and it seemed to be the mark left by Orochi's slash.

"Luckily, I brought my Heaven on Earth Diamond Gold Card."

"It blocked that slash for me," Shen Jue explained, revealing a look of relief.

"Please," Old Tang couldn't help but complain, "what's the difference between this plot and that old cliché story of 'the pocket watch given by the wife stopping a fatal bullet'?"

Lu Mingfei and Fingel, who was lying on the ground, couldn't hold back any longer.

At this moment, Caesar was dug out of the rubble by the little penguin.

He was not fully conscious yet, only feeling something warm and small nudging against his chest.

He opened his eyes.

Three little penguins were perched on his chest, patting his chin with their tiny flippers.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~ Caw~ Caw~".

The leader spoke a gentle, drawn-out sound towards his face.

It's like saying, "You're awake."

Caesar was stunned.

He was born into a wealthy Italian family and had seen countless rare and exotic animals.

But he had never seen such a small penguin with a human face.

And they smell like bread.

A penguin climbed onto his head, curled itself into a ball, and then stopped moving.

A white glow merged into Caesar's body, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

Fingel, lying in a pool of blood, was enduring the pain of his severed arm.

But his injuries are healing at a visible rate.

Because the little penguins surrounded him.

Instead of climbing onto Fingel, they formed a circle around him.

The lead penguin lowered its head, shook its little wings and body, and made long, drawn-out quacking sounds.

Then all the little penguins lay down.

They squeezed their round bodies together, clinging to Fingal's sides.

As if trying to keep him warm, the white light quickly merged into Fingel's body.

Chen Motong was just a bystander the whole time, but at this moment, a few little penguins ran up to her and kept quacking around her.

"What is this little thing?" Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the scene before him.

The little penguins are working hard to heal everyone's injuries.

"I say, since polar bears have appeared, it's reasonable for Antarctic penguins to be here too, right?" Shen Jue got up from the ground.

The little penguins stood on his shoulders, making quacking noises above his head.

"Where is the logic in this?" Old Tang walked cautiously, afraid of accidentally stepping on a little penguin.

"Is this kind of magical healing effect also the power of words?" Lu Mingfei asked.

But then, Lu Mingfei's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical) spirit ignited.

"Why does this little thing look so much like a Nurgle from Warhammer 40?"

"He can run and jump, and he's always smiling!"

At this moment, more than ten little penguins started playing Jenga.

They stacked themselves in a straight line, while simultaneously letting out joyful, gurgling laughter.

"You know what!" Old Tang retorted at this moment.

"The Dragon King who built this Dragon Palace ruin must have had too much free time."

Shen Jue smiled helplessly. These quacking penguins were a healing point he had specially set up for everyone after defeating the elite monster.

But it wouldn't be wrong to say that the little penguin is like a kinder version of Nurgle.

Because these little penguins, though seemingly numerous, actually share a collective consciousness.

"These little things look like some kind of special dragonblood dead servants," Caesar said, his injuries now completely healed.

Chu Zihang was the same; his whole body was covered in little penguins, which was quite amusing.

The little penguins swarmed to Lu Mingfei's feet.

They didn't climb on him; they just quietly circled around him, tilting their little heads up and looking at him with their tiny eyes.

The lead penguin stepped forward.

It was holding something in its mouth.

It was a black scale with a golden-red sheen at the edges.

That was the last scale left behind by Orochi, who vanished into thin air.

The little penguin placed the scales near Lu Mingfei's feet.

Then it took two steps back.

"Gurgle."

The little penguin called out.

It's like saying "You win".

Lu Mingfei bent down and picked up the scale.

The scales felt slightly warm in his palm.

It looked as if the dragon's blood inside was still pulsating.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei had accepted the scales.

Many little penguins jumped off the crowd, their bodies emitting a faint white glow.

Then, melodious shouts echoed throughout the hall.

"Coo coo coo~~"

"Coo coo~"

"Giggle~"

The little penguins' singing sounds like a song without lyrics.

It's like the background music that plays after a game dungeon phase ends.

"This is so touching," Shen Jue said, wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Where's the touching part?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but ask.

"The sadness I'd been building up for so long just vanished like that."

"Moreover, as soon as we were injured, a little creature came to treat us."

"Why do I feel this is so strange?"

Shen Ge looked thoughtful, and amidst the background music of the little penguins quacking, he said those words to the Kassel Seven.

"But I find it very sacred."

At this moment, the quacking penguins, having finished singing the background music, gathered together and lifted all the stone slabs at the bottom of the pool.

Beneath the stone slab lies a deep, dark passage.

"Coo-coo-quack-quack!" the little penguins chirped happily, waving their tiny wings to signal everyone to follow them.

The little penguin's white glow illuminated the passageway.