After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up Chapter 86.2

Published at 26th of September 2023 12:24:09 PM

Don’t Run (2)

Shi An slowly dragged Mu Heng to his side and let the human lean on his body.

The human’s body heat properly burned a small part of the scales on his side, warm and scorching, very familiar.

Shi An wordlessly wrapped his tail around the human's body, yawned, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Intense sleepiness overcame him, pulling him down toward the dark and dreary dream world.

Strangely enough, although he fell into a deep sleep, this time, Shi An could finally perceive the evil desire deep inside his body.

It was an enormous and chaotic amount of magic power.

It was not from the continent nor the abyss, but somewhere in between, a chaotic and polluted gray-black, rushing fiercely to the right and left in his body, looking for a way out.

Shi An tried to digest and absorb it.

No, no way.

There was… no way…

Like a chronic disease that resided deep and firm in the body, unable to be removed.

Inside the dark cave, the dragon’s breathing gradually accelerated with eyes tightly closed, seeming to be hovering in some extremely restless state.

Its tail was subconsciously tightened.

Mu Heng’s eyes snapped open as the wounds on his body were touched.

The hard, cold touch of the dragon's scale armor came from behind his back and he was tightly confined from his waist to his back.

“…”

It took him two seconds to realize exactly where he was.

Mu Heng's body suddenly stiffened.

Almost subconsciously, a sharp blade with a cold glint emerged from his palm and attacked the giant dragon behind him.

But before the tip of the sword touched the other’s scales, Mu Heng abruptly stopped moving.

First, he had already tried this kind of attack more than once.

Experience told him that it was useless.

Secondly…

Mu Heng paused and raised his eyes to look at the dragon sleeping close to him.

The other party’s giant body seemed to be shivering, the rise and fall of its back harsh and uneven, claws subconsciously clutching. The straw below was messily rolled up, revealing the cold, dark rocks at the bottom.

The dragon appeared to be in pain.

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes, long eyelashes covering the deep dark blue eyes.

The identity of the black-robed people he met that day in the school was clear to Mu Heng.

That was a group of fanatical cultists entrusting the world’s rebirth to the already vanished fantasy species. Although it may seem crazy, the history of this force has been very long. The Bureau had been trying to monitor the movements of this radical group. Still, they were rich in resources and acted in a low profile, so the information had been pathetically scarce.

The appearance of the giant dragon was bound to alarm this group as well.

They were the ones who invaded the Ability Academy, killed the principal, and stole the books, most likely in an attempt to take control of the dragon.

And the reason why the giant dragon appeared in the school was probably related to this.

Mu Heng revealed a thoughtful look and subconsciously tapped the dragon scales with his fingertips.

Only after doing so did he realize what he was doing. His body stiffened slightly and he immediately took his hand back.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to clear his mind.

More unconventional details flooded his mind.

Every time they met before, the dragon seemed to be avoiding direct conflict with them, but it was different this time, being extremely direct and rough to attack him.

Also, the dragon, who should be familiar with human language, did not react to what he said as if he did not understand it.

A jumble of clues combined in his mind and a single reasonable guess surfaced.

The dragon's current state was not normal.

The cultists had probably succeeded in some way but did not bring the affected dragon under control, allowing him to break free in the condition of losing his mind.

Mu Heng looked down at the tail around his waist, his lips pursed.

A thought flew through his mind.

This strange behavior of the other side, trying to get close to himself, could it be…

Asking for help?

Asking for help from a dragon slayer with a fierce killing intent…

Was such a thing possible?

Mu Heng’s eyes were deep.

He lifted his head and looked sharply toward the giant dragon in front of him in the darkness.

The giant dragon was still sleeping.

A slight wariness swept over its body. Moonlight fell from overhead, flowing over its silver-white scales, bringing up a shimmering and pure light.

By a mysterious miracle, Mu Heng raised his hand and pressed his burning palm to the dragon’s tail around his waist.

The touch under his palm was smooth and cold. The dragon scales were densely lined up, the narrow, sharp edges scraping against his palm, giving him a slightly painful illusion.

This gave Mu Heng an unexpected sense of familiarity.

It was as if he had touched it a long time ago… some area of his mind shrouded in gray mist was slightly triggered, bringing a powerful sense of dissonance.

But no matter how he could not remember exactly where it came from.

Strange thing.

Mu Heng pursed his lips and instinctively stopped himself from continuing to think in this direction.

The moment the human body heat fell, the tip of the dragon’s tail trembled slightly.

Shi An, who had been trying to absorb the gray magic, shivered in his sleep.

For some reason, the magic power appeared less stubborn than it was and slightly dispersed when touched.

At the same time, the thick layer in his mind, the barrier that prevented him from thinking, seemed to have loosened a bit at this moment.

Shi An’s breathing accelerated a bit, and his eyes subconsciously moved.

This feeling was very familiar for some reason as if it had happened before.

The shame, embarrassment, distress, and trembling.

Strange fragments flooded his mind, giving him the urge to curl up.

The dragon’s tail that had been tightly wrapped around Mu Heng was now slightly loose and seemed to have the intention of retreating.

Mu Heng did not even think about it and subconsciously tightened his fingers, clutching the tip of the tail and tugging it back.

Don’t run.

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The author has something to say.

Chief Mu is getting soberer when he’s acting rascally.

And this kind of thing tends to be called complementary magic ( justified ).

Chapter end