Chapter 1068: Chapter 676: Capable of Being Humble and of Standing Tall
The morning sun rose, casting golden sunlight onto the ground.
“Ah—! Vrak, Vrak…”
The pale-faced Aerygon limped outward, running.
The handsome and elegant appearance was no longer there.
His hair was scattered, sticky with bits of grass, and his armor bore multiple dents, making him look like a fleeing soldier, staggering in his efforts to walk in the opposite direction.
He continued to mutter curses under his breath.
Thinking back to last night’s scene sent a chill down his spine and a wave of cold fear.
He had seen it clearly from outside the city.
The Skeletons of the Undead had formed an air army, creating a huge whirlpool of White Bone.
In an instant, it had surrounded the Dragon Clan that charged in.
After that, he never saw a single dragon fly out again, not even one.
Fang Hao was not human; he was a demon.
How could an ordinary transmigrator possess so many troops?
After escaping, he must tell everyone.
Do not trust Fang Hao; he simply cannot be a transmigrator, cannot be human.
He dared not look back, only able to keep walking outward.
Trying to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from above.
Aerygon’s heart tightened, and then he saw a Harpy blocking his way.
Her gaze curiously observed the human trying hard to walk outward.
“Who are you? How did you come to be here?” the Harpy asked, blocking his path.
Swallowing nervously, his eyes flitting about, Aerygon faced an eighth-rank soldier.
He straightened his disheveled hair and, forcing a smile, said, “I am a resident of a nearby village. I encountered some trouble on the road and was just about to head back!”
The Harpy glanced at the Book of Lords hanging at his waist.
She then took in the dents on his armor.
A mocking smile formed on her lips.
Aerygon became increasingly stern.
He began to think of a strategy.
Even if he was unlikely to be a match for an eighth-rank soldier, he still had to fight, much better than being captured and taken back.
The moment it became clear what he had to do, a faint red glow emitted from the ring on his left index finger.
He raised his hand and pointed it at the Harpy.
The next second, three fire arrows coalesced out of thin air.
With red tails trailing behind them, they shot out swiftly.
After unleashing the fire arrows, Aerygon immediately reached for the Longsword at his waist.
He was determined to fight to the death.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, Aerygon’s hand, which had been reaching for his weapon, was forcibly stopped.
His pupils widened with surprise and fear as he looked at the Harpy.
She easily dodged the three fire arrows and didn’t attack him.
Instead, she held a revolver, pointed at him.
If he dared to draw his sword, he would face a barrage of bullets.
Vrak!
Why would that kind of soldier be wielding a modern weapon?
What on earth was going on?
This creature, holding a handgun, the dissonance…
Vrak Vrak! Vrak!
“Don’t be rash; let’s talk this through,” Aerygon slowly raised his hands, signaling for the other party not to shoot.
“Actually, I’d prefer to bring your corpse back; it would be less trouble,” the Harpy said flatly.
“No, no, I’ll come with you,” Aerygon quickly responded.
A gun!
In this world, it might not be the most powerful weapon.
But in the hearts of transmigrators, it held an immense deterrent force.
No one was sure whether their bodies could withstand a few bullets, and no one wanted to test that.
The Harpy took away his ring and sword.
The two of them, one in front and one behind.
Began walking back the way they came.
…
After leaving the Blood Prison.
Fang Hao headed towards the Lord’s Mansion.
He learned from ‘Beata’ that the transmigrator who accompanied the Dragon Clan was Aerygon.
Only now, they had not found the man.
Probably, he was shot to death in the confusion last night; if not, landing on the ground would mean being chopped into mincemeat by Skeleton soldiers.
Still, Fang Hao ordered a thorough search.
Not for anything else, but to devour the Book of Lords!
The world’s second Book of Lords surely would unlock many Blueprints.
Latter, Fang Hao confirmed with ‘Beata’ the stance of the Dragon Clan and how they came over.
According to her, the Dragon Clan didn’t fully support this long-distance attack.
But the experience ‘Beata’ had in the Succubus’ cabin made her so furious,
she used a large number of Teleportation Scrolls and brought the dragons over directly.
Little did she expect that this attack by the Dragon Clan would turn into a suicide mission.
Fang Hao continued to ask her about the internal situation of the Dragon Clan.
But Beata stubbornly refused to say anything, so he didn’t press further.
Some things could be inferred.
Beata was an orange-ranked, eighth-tier hero; the Dragon Clan must have Dark Gold level heroes.
There was a good chance there was more than one of them.
In front of the Lord’s Mansion.
A large number of Skeleton troops were filling the holes left behind.
Many Skeletons were also transporting stones from nearby collapsed buildings.
The entire city looked bleak, like the ruins left behind after a disaster.
“Master, let’s have breakfast first!” Eira had prepared breakfast as usual, just a bit earlier than before.
It was now just past six o’clock.
Fang Hao, Eira, Anjia, and Rolana sat around the dining table, starting their meal.
“Last night’s losses must have been considerable,” Rolana spoke up.
“Yes, a preliminary estimate would suggest casualties reaching tens of thousands,” Fang Hao acknowledged with a nod.
The Dragon Clan was indeed a formidable force.
Fang Hao had ambushed them in advance, where any race caught under intense gunfire would have been wiped out.
But against the Dragon Clan, a large number of Skeletons still perished, along with a Puppet Avatar.
They even braved bullets to charge into the main city for combat.
Utterly terrifying.
“That young girl isn’t one of the top heroes among the Dragon Clan; you need to think this through clearly. If the Dragon Clan attacks again, the danger might be even greater than it is now,” Rolana warned once more.
He was clear about that as well.
But it wasn’t a big problem, as long as he was given some time.
He would be able to accumulate enough forces to resist the Dragon Clan.
Moreover, it wouldn’t be easy for the Dragon Clan to retaliate against him.
This time, the Teleportation Scroll was used by Beata, so exploiting large-scale teleportation again clearly wouldn’t be possible in the short term.
He could continue to strengthen his forces’ defenses.
“I understand, I will arrange everything when the time comes,” Fang Hao nodded in response.
Anjia’s big eyes spun around, sweeping over the two men while she busily shoveled food into her mouth.
Completely unconcerned with matters like the Dragon Clan or danger.
…
Blood Prison!
The Dragon Hero ‘Ashebern,’ who was barely alive, was also sent into the Blood Prison.
He was tightly bound all over.
Lying on the cold stone bed, he was surrounded by several ‘Nisbits’ standing guard.
If he attempted to break free, he would be immediately killed.
“Ms. Beata, are you alright?” Ashebern struggled to lift his head, looking toward the cage beside him.
On the other side of the iron bars was Beata, also restrained.
“I am fine, Ashebern. You—are you alright?” Beata also turned around to ask.
The Silver Dragon held a special status within the Dragon Clan.
When they were young, they would be assigned a grown ‘Dragon Clan Hero’ to protect them, to accompany them as they grew up, serving the role of a guard and steward.
Ashebern was Beata’s guardian.
He had watched over her as she grew up.
“It’s alright. Since the leader here hasn’t killed us, there’s still hope. The Dragon Clan will negotiate with him to rescue us, don’t worry,” Ashebern continued to speak with effort.
He believed that the two of them were still alive because of the compensation he had offered.
Beata forced a bitter smile but said nothing more.
…
Lords’ Hall.
Fang Hao looked at the somewhat disheveled man before him, feeling somewhat speechless.
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed handsome man had lost his usual charisma.
It turned out that the Harpy had captured ‘Aerygon’ and brought him back.
He had thought that Aerygon had been killed by random gunfire the previous night; to his surprise, the man had survived and nearly escaped.
What a stroke of luck.
Cough, cough!!
After coughing lightly, Aerygon was the first to speak, “Mr. Fang Hao, I never imagined we would meet in this way. I want to express my deepest apologies for my foolish behavior before,” he said and then bowed deeply.
His attitude was sincere, and his bow was perfectly executed.
Fang Hao’s eyelid twitched.
You damn well know when to bend and when to stand, don’t you?
“Isn’t it a bit late for apologies now?”
“Not at all, not at all. For you, the victor, now is the most appropriate time,” Aerygon said with a smile, continuing without a hint of shame for his own words.
“Was it you who found out my location?” Fang Hao continued to ask.
A slight look of discomfort flashed across Aerygon’s face as he quickly explained, “I had no choice with the demands from the Dragon Clan, but fortunately, they were not successful.”
“Are you saying you don’t support the Dragon Clan making a move against me?” Fang Hao asked with a smile as he looked at him.
“Of course, it was only that Silver Dragon Beata who insisted on pursuing you. I’ve been trying my best to delay them.”
Taking a deep breath, his gaze firm, “I may be affiliated with the Dragon Clan, but I would never go out of my way to undermine a fellow transmigrator. We came over here together, and I still remember the ‘Earth Village’ from the 2008 Olympics. We lived together in Earth Village, these natives are the real outsiders.”
Wow, what a way with words you have.
Even the Olympics have been brought into this.
Actually, the fact that Aerygon has lost heart, I can guess the reason too.
It’s just that he wanted to rely on the Dragon Clan to get rid of me.
That way, not only could he gain the recognition of the Dragon Clan, but he could also jump from second place straight to the top spot.
It seems Ms. Beata is in a hurry to kill me, which is probably true as well.
After all, a few days ago, I did do something not so nice to ‘Ms. Beata’ in the Succubus cottage.
But who could have imagined such a coincidence, the dream infiltration failed, the drunken dragon lady wandered into the wrong room.
At that time, I only thought it was all just a dream.
If it were now, even if we were enemies, I wouldn’t do something so humiliating to her.
Just as Fang Hao was about to speak, Aerygon continued, “Mr. Fang Hao, here’s the Book of Lords. As long as you don’t kill me, I’m willing to serve you from now on.”
After saying that, he lifted the Book of Lords with both hands as if he were offering up a treasure.
Ding!!
At this moment, a private chat notification came from Aerygon’s Book of Lords.
He opened it reflexively and took a glance.
It was from the Alliance channel.
After the vice-hierarch @’ed Aerygon, he sent a message that @’ed everyone.
“It’s 7 o’clock, everyone post the message of ‘killing Fang Hao’ in the world channel, to advertise for the Alliance Hierarch and the Alliance.”
Aerygon’s heart tightened instantly.
Damn, it’s 7 o’clock already.
He was just thinking about escaping quickly and had forgotten about the task he had entrusted the day before.
He was about to type and stop it, but messages had already started flooding the world channel.
A chill ran down Aerygon’s spine, it was over, he was totally screwed now.
…
Ding!
Ding ding!
On the throne.
Fang Hao’s Book of Lords also started receiving a flood of private chat notifications.
When he opened it, it was Dong Jiayue, Fu Lei, Lan Yang… as well as everyone he knew.
The questions, however, were all pretty much the same.
“Brother Hao, did the Dragon Clan come to you? Are you okay?”
“Boss, are you okay…”
“Boss, if you die, remember to leave your inheritance to me!”
At the same time, the messages were also rolling crazily in the regional channel.
“Damn, what’s going on, the ‘Sanctum Army of the Dragon Palace’ people are saying that Aerygon has killed Lord Fang Hao.”
“I saw it too, it’s spamming the chat.”
“These foreigners must be hyping it up again, Aerygon is an internet famous Alliance Hierarch, he’s always pulling stunts.”
“I think so too, they’re not even in the same region, how could he possibly assassinate someone cross-region.”
Fang Hao’s brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly flipped to the world channel.
Sure enough, a large number of people were spamming the chat with one message in a screen-dominating fashion.
“‘Sanctum Army of the Dragon Palace’ Hierarch Aerygon has led troops of the Dragon Clan to annihilate the ‘Fang Hao’ territory, executed ‘Fang Hao’ himself, and officially claimed the title of the world’s number one…”
What the fuck!
Are they already declaring my execution?
His gaze turned to Aerygon below him, whose face was as white as a sheet.
“You’ve arranged the plan well, right on schedule for the spam attack.”