Chapter 475: Slaying the Dragon (Part 2)
Chapter 475: Slaying the Dragon (Part 2)
【Name: Dragon Slave (Dragon_Slave)】
【Skill Card Attribute: Active Skill, disappears after one use】
【Skill Category: Spirit Arts】
【Effect: Borrow the Crimson-Eyed Demon King’s power to unleash an attack capable of destroying a city】
【Consumption: 50% of maximum Stamina Value and 100% of Spirit Energy Value (requires incantation beforehand)】
【Learning Condition: Universal Proficiency A, opens Spirit Arts proficiency】
【Background: One of the Ultimate Black Magics, created by the ancient sage Rein Magnus. It earned its name because Rein Magnus used this move to slay a dragon in a single strike.】
Yama obtained this skill in scroll form.
As a single-use consumptive technique, no one could predict its actual effectiveness before release. However, judging from the skill description and depictions in the original lore, describing this move’s power as "shaking heaven and earth" would not be an exaggeration.
Before the final match, The Gods’ four members had regarded Dragon Slave as an "ultimate trump card." They had already agreed on prerequisites for using this skill and pre-set multiple tactical plans.
For example, if two of the four were already eliminated, and the remaining enemy count was two or more with unclear positioning, Yama could consider using this move for an area-of-effect massacre.
Another scenario: if all four remained alive but faced an overwhelmingly powerful opponent or dire situation, there were two strategies. The first: the other three would sacrifice themselves to buy Yama time for the incantation, unleashing a mutual destruction strike. The second strategy—what they were currently using—was to first maneuver the opponent into a distant, inescapable position (like mid-air), then eliminate them with Dragon Slave.
Of these two strategies, the latter was significantly more difficult. It required precise coordination and perfect timing.
Of course, for Class Players, this wasn’t an insurmountable issue—just a matter of repeated practice.
Thus, what unfolded before everyone’s eyes was this: The Gods’ three members worked seamlessly, showcasing their abilities to successfully launch D1-Long into the air.
"Beyond the dusk’s darkness, transcending the crimson of blood, swallowed by the torrent of time... By your mighty name, I swear vengeance upon the darkness..."
The incantation’s voice, like an ethereal chant, stirred waves of energy.
Between Yama’s raised hands, an orange-red arcane sphere gradually formed. Sudden vortex-like updrafts erupted around her, lifting her long purple hair. For once, the half of her face usually hidden beneath her fringe was fully visible.
At that same moment, D1-Long’s data analysis interface still displayed...
Tactical Control Options:
— ???
Survival Probability:
— 32% → 30% → 28%
"Are you kidding me... It can’t even calculate a counter-tactic?!" This was the first time in D1-Long’s existence that panic surfaced on his face.
Under Weightless Touch, his bodily control had sharply declined. The impact from the bronze giant fist had completely converted into propulsion, sending him soaring higher.
Currently, the dragon’s position had no cover nearby, nor any foothold to push off. Though he could still move slightly, against Dragon Slave’s attack radius, even a five-hundred-meter evasion would be meaningless.
“What should I do… What should I do!” D1-Long repeated the question, his face paling. The calmness he’d displayed earlier had vanished.
Because… he felt “fear.”
In truth, D1-Long wasn’t an ordinary derivative being. He had another name—“Primordial Being.”
Unlike derivative beings born from system redundancies, D1-Long was a special entity created by Link, one of the Origin Triarchs. From the moment of his creation, he was already a Level 1 being.
Therefore, D1-Long had never experienced the plight of low-tier derivative beings. He’d never been pursued and assassinated by Gms in scenarios; never struggled at the edge of life and death. He didn’t know what a Level-4 derivative being’s data analysis interface looked like, nor had he ever felt what helplessness meant.
D1-Long had never fought opponents rated “medium threat” or higher. His Tactical Control Options window had never once been blank.
Put simply, D1-Long, born strong, lacked combat experience as a weakling.
He was always accustomed to following the strategies in Tactical Control Options, using superior strength to crush opponents. When these conditions vanished, he was like a soldier stripped of his firearms—utterly unprepared even when facing a primitive tribesman with a spear.
“To every foolish obstacle before us, grant them equal destruction through our might…”
Finally… the incantation neared completion.
“Dragon Slave!” Yama completed the spell, thrusting her hands forward.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze as magic energy tore through the void.
The dragon-slaying technique, infused with the Demon King’s power, surged skyward, striking the frantic D1-Long.
Perhaps by coincidence, perhaps by fate… Just like historical allusions such as Zhuì Qìng Mountain, Duàn Mì Ravine, or Luò Fèng Slope… The only Chinese character in “D1-Long” perfectly echoed this “Dragon Slave.”
In the sky, a sun-like explosion erupted, a massive spherical energy wave spreading outward… annihilating everything within its radius.
One of Origin Organization’s masterpieces… was thus eliminated by an A-Rank consumption skill.
……
“What the hell… This is going to defy the heavens.” At another part of the city, jianghustudio’s Swords_and_Laughter trio of experts gazed at the spectacle in the sky, unable to suppress their awe.
After witnessing the Lord of Demons instantly killing Wu_Si_Can_Xuan at Blood Lake, the three had decisively chosen to flee in the opposite direction of that monster. At this moment, they were the farthest players from the Explosive Tunnel.
“The situation in this scenario is much more perilous than predicted,” Xiao_Wen_Cang_Tian mused. “First that sonic wave, then the white beam of light, and now this… Whatever it is, they’re all skills far beyond players’ endurance. Being hit directly means certain death.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Wu_Dao_Ke, usually the silent one, suddenly interjected.
“Heh…” Kuangzong_Jianying chuckled. “If that’s the case… Tian_Tian_Gui_Xiao might have been eliminated elsewhere, right?”
“Ah,” Xiao_Wen_Cang_Tian replied. “Frankly, I don’t want to fight that brat either.”
“Hey hey, I came all the way here to find you guys…” Suddenly, another voice interrupted.
The three members of Swords_and_Laughter immediately stiffened, turning back-to-back into a defensive formation, scanning for the sound’s origin.
“You’re supposed to be recognized experts…” Tian_Tian_Gui_Xiao leisurely emerged from a nearby street corner. “Don’t you have that fighting spirit where the stronger the opponent, the more you want to fight them?”
“Though I hate to admit it…” Kuangzong_Jianying’s hand already rested on his sword hilt, his skill ready to activate. “I have to say… You and us… we’re just not on the same level.”
Back in May, the three of Swords_and_Laughter had encountered Gui_Xiao in a kill game mode. The result was self-evident. That battle shattered many of their assumptions, reducing their expert pride to dust, transforming it into a fuel called “effort” that propelled their abilities forward.
But precisely because they recognized the gap, they knew even now, their capabilities couldn’t shake the figure before them.
“Tch… Cowards.” Another voice system activated.
Kuangzong_Jianying instantly recognized the speaker, wearing a puzzled expression.
From the alley behind Gui_Xiao, Caibu_Pai_Nenotafraid and Meng_Jing_Chan emerged together.
Fearless cast a disdainful glance at the three leaders of his own guild, smirking, “What’s there to fear? He’s shorter than me.”
“Since when does height matter?!” Gui_Xiao snapped back.
“Haha…” Meng_Jing_Chan, now beside Gui_Xiao, shifted his cigarette butt to the corner of his mouth, looking down at his colleagues with an amused expression. “Don’t argue with that auntie, wait until you grow up…”
Brother Chan hadn’t finished speaking when Fearless kicked him hard in the lower back from behind, sending him sprawling. Immediately, both Fearless and Gui_Xiao began stomping on him relentlessly.
“Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!”
“Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!”
The two viciously repeated the words they found offensive, their stomps equally merciless.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” Meng_Jing_Chan curled up, desperately surrendering. “Hey! Stop already… I’m losing Vitality Value!”
Watching from several meters away, the Swords_and_Laughter trio stood dumbfounded, their drawn swords and bows suddenly seeming unnecessary.
“What’s going on?” Kuangzong_Jianying muttered in confusion.
“If this scene isn’t a hallucination,” Xiao_Wen_Cang_Tian speculated, “then the situation is probably… Fearless somehow allied with these two.”
As they spoke, the violence ceased.
Meng_Jing_Chan stood, reluctantly eyeing the cigarette butt and spilled beer on the ground. Two seconds later, he dusted himself off and pulled out another beer from his satchel.
Seeing this, even Gui_Xiao couldn’t help but wear an expression of disbelief: “Dude… How much of this pointless junk did you bring?”
“Huh?” Meng_Jing_Chan answered while fishing out his cigarettes from his pocket. “You think I expanded my satchel to 30 slots for nothing?”
“How about reserving two slots for some shame and dignity?” Gui_Xiao retorted with narrowed eyes.
“Sigh…” Fearless finally ignored the two and walked toward his guildmates. “Let me explain the current situation…”
(End of Chapter)
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