The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　One against ten thousand!

　“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—”

　Amidst the burning ice flames, Perses's consciousness gradually became blurred and empty.

　In the blur, he only had one last thought:

　guard.

　PS: There is more to come

　Interlude) Praise, Destruction (Part 3) -4k- (Monthly Ticket Plus x2)

　Every time there was an explosion outside, Vivian's heart trembled violently.

　She curled up in her mother's arms, and the mother and daughter huddled in the corner of the room, motionless.

　From time to time, the house would shake violently, and every time this happened, Vivian would always snuggle a little deeper into her mother's arms.

　"Mom..." the little girl whispered, "The bad... the bad guys are coming... I'm scared..."

　"Don't be afraid..." The mother gently rubbed Vivian's head with trembling hands, "It will be fine soon..."

　But she didn't think so. The Black Dragon Society's power in Yanxia was not just strong. They were hiding in the shadows of history, and once they took action, they would create history.

　Or destroy history.

　""

　However, there is still hope. If what Perses said is true, his friend in the Hall of Human Opinion will definitely not sit idly by and watch such a thing happen.

　Moreover... with the strength of Perses... an army of 10,000 people may not be unable to solve the problem.

　He is a genius that appears once in a thousand years, with the blood of ancient dragons flowing in his veins, far higher than anyone else in his clan.

　Be it the servants of the Black Dragon Society or the army composed of small fry, they are no match for him.

　An army of tens of thousands of people was annihilated. Danzhou Prefecture could mobilize such a force, but could they afford such a loss?

　As if to confirm the conjecture, the next second, a violent explosion was heard outside the house——

　"boom!!"

　The ground shook, dust fell from the beams, and Vivian cried and held her head.

　With tears in her eyes, the girl turned her head and saw the sea outside through the window.

　Amidst the rolling waves, a fleet approached from the horizon. The sailing ships she had once longed for were now pointing their guns at her homeland, firing shell after shell.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　At this moment, inside the family territory, a giant dragon took off and flew towards the fleet.

　The family guards began to set up alchemical cannons on the sea cliffs, and the dragon blood priests stood in the center of the square and began to mobilize the power of the underground string magic circle.

　Beams of light shot up into the sky, forming a barrier and also forming beams of light shooting towards the sea.

　When the war between humans and dragons broke out, both sides quickly bared their fangs without any hesitation.

　""

　Outside the Ice Dragon Territory, among the rice fields, Lin Yu slowly untied the rope around his wrists.

　Two arms covered with tattoos were exposed to the sunlight, with faint black light patterns flowing on them, making his body exude a terrifying aura of oppression.

　At the side, the number one swordsman, Wanzhe, was applying poison oil to his sword. As he applied it, he murmured softly:

　“It’s almost there…it’s almost there…it’s almost there…”

　"Don't worry, we will naturally appear when the family's attention is focused on the sea."

　Lin Yu pinched the

　He clenched his fists, and the smile on his face became more ferocious.

　On the side, Lin Kemu finished his instructions to his men and moved closer to Lin Yu:

　"Brother, I'm going back first. Leave it to me to stop Renyantang."

　"Are the tobaccos okay?" Lin Yu asked.

　"Don't worry, I've already given the orders. When the smoke rises, those stupid dragons won't have a chance to resist."

　Lin Kemu smiled evilly, patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

　"I hope that Zuo Shangtang won't be so heartless," Lin Yu muttered. "Damn, a fleet! If this guy is really determined, he can still be quite capable."

　"He wants to show his loyalty," Wanzhe whispered, "He does this out of fear."

　"Then why did you do this? Revenge?" Lin Yu said with a smile.

　"I will kill Perses Shah," he said viciously, "I will make him look me in the eye and fight me in a fair duel..."

　Lin Yu naturally disdained Wanzhe's words. He did not think there was anything shameful about failure, and he could not understand the swordsman's almost paranoid pursuit of glory.

　His involvement was much simpler: he hated dragons, and he enjoyed violence.

　""

　At this moment, accompanied by a burst of tinnitus, a hoarse low voice sounded from Lin Yu's ears:

　"Attack the mansion immediately! Immediately!"

　It was the servant's voice! Lin Yu immediately responded:

　"Won't you wait until you've dealt with Perses?"

　"Right now! Otherwise you will lose your chance!"

　After saying this, the servant's breath disappeared.

　Lin Yu then stood up, brushed off the dirt on his body, and grinned grimly at the Ice Dragon Leader who was being bombarded by war in the distance.

　He held out a hand covered in tattoos and shouted:

　"Kill! Kill all the ice dragons!"

　"boom----"

　Accompanied by the howling of the wind, a huge string magic circle fell from the sky and pressed Poerses to the ground.

　When two-thirds of the army was wiped out, the wizard accompanying the army finally completed the performance of the seven-string ritual magic falling dome. A huge beam of light fell from the sky along the traction of the string magic circle, finally breaking up Poerseth's almost never-ending offensive.

　When the beam of light dissipated, Perses was kneeling on the scorched earth, his body covered with scars.

　He raised his head with difficulty and tried to stand up, but an arrow hit his forehead.

　The next second, hundreds of arrows crisscrossed his body, and blood gushed out.

　Then, there were artillery and string magic, round after round of bombardment covering the boy's body and blasting a huge crater in the ground.

　When the smoke cleared, there was only a bright red body half-kneeling on the ground in the ruined pit.

　Perses was almost motionless.

　""

　The servant landed on the ground, stretched out his hand, and as the black tattoo turned, a strange-shaped scimitar was held in his hand.

　He walked towards Poerses step by step, and black power flowed out of his body and poured into the ground beneath his feet.

　"You will be buried in the unknown..." The servant walked in hell, "You will be buried deep in the soil..."

　He walked up to the broken body of Poerseth, raised his sword, raised his sword.

　A black aura lingered on the sword blade, it was an unknown power.

　"Goodbye, Blood of the Ancient Dragon..." the servant murmured, "You will..."

　The next second, Perses suddenly raised his head, and ice-blue flames burst out of his scarlet eyes.

　"boom--"

　"clang----"

　The servant tried to block the attack, but heard a "crack" and the bones in his hand holding the sword were broken.

　He suddenly looked up and saw that Perses was bathed in flames. The icy flame on the sword was growing wildly, tearing the air into broken glass.

　On Poerseth's neck, the servant saw an illusory dragon scale.

　"Reverse Scale...?"

　"Get out of my house!" Poerseth roared. "Stay away from my family! Stay away from my mother! Stay away from my sister!"

　"I'm going to kill you! Kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you!!!"

　As he howled wildly, the pitch-black armor covered Perses' body inch by inch. The light emitted from his reverse scales made his body taller and taller, and the icy blue in his eyes emitted a terrifying pressure.

　Looking into the pair of ice-blue vertical pupils, the servant's eyes grew wider and wider... wider and wider...

　Then it exploded directly.

　"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

　He covered his eyes and staggered back, shouting frantically:

　"Kill him! Kill him!"

　"boom----"

　Another beam of light descended from the sky, completely submerging Poerseth's body.

　The beam of light tore a crack in the ground and pierced into the ground fiercely, causing the plates to vibrate.

　""

　As the black vortex rolled, the servant fell to his knees, trembling repeatedly.

　The servant's hand touched his eyes, and in a flash of darkness, a new pair of pupils grew out.

　He looked at the beam of light tearing through the ground with his hazy vision and muttered softly:

　"This beast... actually developed a reverse scale because of his family...? Is the curse on the ice dragon receding...?"

　He repeatedly calmed his breath - this was not easy. The moment he looked directly at the ancient dragon's bloodline, his spirit body was under great pressure. If his eyes had not exploded immediately, his spirit body might have been

　Then out of control.

　"Cutting the grass at its roots... is indeed the right thing to do..." the servant murmured.

　At this moment, there was a movement in the beam of light.

　The servant focused his sight and stared closely at the beam of light.

　The next second, a pitch-black dragon claw stretched out from the beam of light.

　Then, there were pitch-black horns...huge wings...collarbones protruding like blades...the pitch-black dragon came with the tremendous power of the light column, its ice-blue vertical pupils dragging long flames.

　"Haha..."

　Poerseth opened his new jaws, and icy flames spewed from between his sharp teeth.

　The next second, the dragon's black claws stabbed towards the sky, and suddenly tore -

　“Sizzle——”

　The string magic array exploded, the beam of light dissipated instantly, and the strong wind it stirred up knocked down the soldiers.

　At this moment, the pitch-black dragon appeared in front of everyone in its entirety!

　With a noble dragon head, a sturdy dragon body, and five irregularly distributed wings, he stood upright like a king, with ice-blue flames spurting out from between his dragon scales.

　He actually transformed into a dragon! The Dragon Lord had clearly shed his ice dragon scales long ago! Yet, he had broken free from the curse!

　The servant staggered back, reaching out his hand, trying to make some futile counterattack.

　The soldiers shouted and fought back against the dragon. Arrows and fire cannons once again covered the dragon's armor, but they could not hurt him at all.

　Bathed in the artillery fire, the black dragon stretched out its forelimbs and grabbed a long ice-blue string.

　"Buzzing—"

　The string sprayed out to both sides like an exploding ice flame, but soon gathered into a clear straight line on the dragon's claws, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

　At this moment, the servant sighed softly as if accepting his fate.

　He activated the tattoo on his hand and issued an order to Lin Yu: