MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again-Chapter 619 - 107: No Root in the Netherworld (20)

During its flight, the Ancestor Dragon’s body began to enlarge dramatically, and soon it was hovering above the Netherworld Prison.

Salon was repelled by Tai’e’s punch and just as he was about to rise and counterattack, an immense shadow instinctively made him look up.

He saw a huge dragon claw swoop down fiercely, Salon’s heart chilled with fear, but the claw struck with such speed that Salon had nowhere to escape.

Upon touch, Salon disintegrated to dust in the face of the Ancestor Dragon’s majestic power.

The claw’s momentum unabated, it reached for the Netherworld Prison.

The vast Netherworld Prison was dug out by the Ancestor Dragon from beneath the ground, held in the palm of its hand.

Would it need to open the door?

The Ancestor Dragon deemed it unnecessary to bother with the prison’s gate and with a forceful exertion of power, crushed the entire Netherworld Prison to pieces.

Countless prison guards were buried alive.

The Ancestor Dragon’s brusque actions nearly drove Danni to madness. Lu Hong was still inside, defenseless; how could he possibly survive the dragon’s devastation?

Seeing Danni on the verge of losing control, Nuoshan hurriedly had Tai’e and others calm her.

"Don’t worry, the Ancestor Dragon didn’t travel great distances to the Netherworld just to kill him."

True enough, when the Ancestor Dragon opened its palm again, Lu Hong lay there, unscathed and showing no signs of waking.

Without another word, the Ancestor Dragon feverishly channeled its healing skills, causing flesh to grow over bone and wounds to show signs of improvement.

But whatever special substance Salon had added to his torture seemed to accelerate the deterioration of the seemingly healing wounds, and within the blink of an eye, they worsened rapidly. Lu Hong, unconscious, furrowed his brows in agony, his face deathly pale.

"Netherworld God! Netherworld God!"

Roaring in fury, the Ancestor Dragon was convinced that the Netherworld God must have sanctioned this; who else would willingly use Three Corpse God Poison on a minor Second Transition character?

Meanwhile, the Netherworld God was in pursuit, ready to strike and kill the Ancestor Dragon, when her gaze slipped over Lu Hong, protected by the dragon’s claw.

Suddenly, a sharp pain surged from deep within her heart.

The Netherworld God, wounded by this unforeseen affliction, clutched her chest and retreated repeatedly.

"What... what’s going on?" The Netherworld God wiped her eyes, tears?

She, a Netherworld God, was actually shedding tears?

"No! No! No!" It was clear to the Netherworld God that it was the influence of her own long-ago split and reincarnated Divine Soul affecting her mind, something she would never allow to happen.

Lu Hong, held by the Ancestor Dragon, must die!

"Kill!" Enduring the heart-wrenching pain, the Netherworld God launched an attack, a black Divine Power manifesting as a long spear aimed straight at Lu Hong’s life gate.

"Scram!" The Ancestor Dragon, of course, wouldn’t allow the Netherworld God to have her way, first pulling Lu Hong into its mouth, then entwining in battle with the Netherworld God.

Tai’e and all the Tower Masters hastily fled, but were gravely injured in the wake of the battle’s energy fluctuations, tumbling and crawling to barely escape the range and cling to life.

"Hand him over!" The Netherworld God, wielding the Divine Spear, pressed hard against the Ancestor Dragon’s tail.

"Wishful thinking." The Ancestor Dragon flung off the Netherworld God and made to flee the Netherworld.

The Netherworld God, hell-bent on killing Lu Hong, how could she possibly let the Ancestor Dragon escape?

"You’re not going anywhere!"

The black Divine Power became viscous, transforming into a black mire that enveloped the Ancestor Dragon.

Sinking into the depths of the mire, the Ancestor Dragon found itself entering a world apart, a place devoid of any light.

In this world of pure darkness, the continuously falling Ancestor Dragon found no foothold, and moreover, it felt a mysterious force wrapping around it, coaxing it into slumber.

The Ancestor Dragon knew that this was the Netherworld God’s strongest secret technique—Eternal Sleep. Once asleep, there would be no possibility of waking up, and unconscious, it would become nourishment for the other.

To break this skill seemed simple in theory—force was the key.

No longer holding back, the Ancestor Dragon unleashed its most potent secret technique. Slowly opening its tightly closed eyes, a red light flickered.

"True Dragon · Radiant World!"

The Netherworld God stared at the growing black orb in front of her, continually pouring Divine Power into it, hoping to bury the Ancestor Dragon and the man who could affect her heart and soul once and for all.

But suddenly, the black orb began to expand rapidly, a crimson light forcibly breaking through the dark confinement, gradually appearing.

The Netherworld God desperately channeled her Divine Power in an attempt to suppress her foe.

Yet the Ancestor Dragon’s secret technique was overwhelmingly powerful; even the Netherworld God’s all-out effort merely slowed the expansion of the orb.

In the end, the Netherworld God conceded and retreated swiftly.

The next second, the small orb exploded, and a crimson dragon shadow pierced the heavens and the earth, a roar tearing the ground asunder; the hard-frozen soil of the Netherworld Continent churned like ocean waves, rolling outward in all directions.

If not stopped, this groundswell could sweep across the entire Netherworld.

The Netherworld God hastily gathered Divine Power, suppressing the tide, halting further destruction.

Yet at that moment, the dragon’s tail swept through, striking heavily against the chest of the Netherworld God.

The Netherworld God vanished into the sky like a cannonball.

"Heh heh, follow me...,"

The Ancestor Dragon had not even time to rejoice when a black chain suddenly shot forth, tightening around his throat.

The Ancestor Dragon cried out in alarm, desperately coiling his claws around the chain, resisting the Netherworld God’s dragging.

Moments later, a deep purple lightning crawled along the chain towards him.

Struck by the lightning, the Ancestor Dragon howled in agony, the scent of charred flesh emanating from its body.

With the might of nine bulls and two tigers, the enraged Ancestor Dragon managed to break the chain, escaping the lightning’s assault.

Seizing the opportunity, the Netherworld God also made his return.

Covering his indented chest, his face was a portrait of bitter resentment.

Without an excess of words, they clashed anew, evenly matched in the fray.

As for the Star Sea Alliance forces, they had lost their target; the Netherworld main forces, under the command of the Grand Judge, hid underground, guerilla battling with Konstantin.

Deep within the rear of the Netherworld, the High Priest Mo Lun knocked on the door of a lone dwelling.

After three knocks, there was still no response.

Unhurried, Mo Lun said, "I know you’re in there."

Only after a while was the door opened; Qungrey stared fiercely at Mo Lun before him, "How did you find this place?!"

Mo Lun pointed around and said, "Because within a ten-mile radius, this is the only lonely dwelling, it’s quite easy to find."

"Hmph! Have you been spying on me?" Qungrey turned impatiently and walked into the inner courtyard.

Mo Lun, unconcerned about any traps, followed briskly.

Upon entering the house, Qungrey pointed at the teapot on the desk, "Serve yourself tea if you want any."

Hearing this, Mo Lun poured himself a cup and took a light sip, jokingly said, "This is tea from Star Sea, isn’t it?"

"Yes, even in Star Sea, this tea is extremely expensive. If you want some, there are two more canisters in the cabinet under my desk; take them with you."

Mo Lun unceremoniously took the tea leaves, then sat opposite Qungrey on the sofa, observing his weary expression with a smile, "What’s the matter? Our grand strategist, the Governing Officer, can also show such a look?"

Qungrey lifted his eyes, looking at Mo Lun with a deep voice: "Are you here to mock me?"

Mo Lun shook his head, "Qungrey, I’m only here to find out if you’ve really given up."

"Given up? What do you expect me to give up?"

"Give up the plan you’re currently implementing," Mo Lun said. "The development of events has already deviated severely from the path you initially set, hasn’t it?"

At those words, Qungrey let out a laugh, "What do you know? That’s just your speculation."

Not picking up the conversation, Mo Lun continued, "Bodo is actually aware of your plan. Among the four of us, only Salron was left in the dark, but that no longer matters. He’s dead, crushed beneath the Ancestor Dragon’s feet."

"He got what he deserved." Qungrey felt no emotional turmoil, as if it was the end Salron was bound to meet.

"Although it’s a bit off from the ending you designed, he ultimately died as part of your scheme."

Seeing Mo Lun repeatedly touch upon the subject, Qungrey asked with a heavy voice, "What exactly do you want to know?"

"I’m very curious about the ending you’ve designed for me." Mo Lun finished his cup of tea in one gulp, poured another, and, holding up his teacup, smiled, "Good tea, this trip was worth it."

Qungrey snatched the teapot from him, discontentedly saying, "I already gave you two canisters, and still you freeload tea from me."

Maybe influenced by Mo Lun, Qungrey’s restless heart gradually calmed, he sighed heavily.

"I am to blame for the Netherworld’s plight."

Although Qungrey was only a demigod and his strength was limited, the current predicament of the Netherworld was entirely orchestrated by his hand. Although it differed greatly from the original plan, Qungrey had to acknowledge his responsibility.

Mo Lun was not surprised by his confession and prompted, "Tell me, I’m eager to know."

"What’s the point in knowing now?" Qungrey shook his head slightly, "It’s too late for anything now. With the Netherworld God tied up, the Netherworld will face an unprecedented onslaught and be destroyed in the ravages of war."

"Is that so?" Mo Lun chuckled, "It seems you’ve still got an ace up your sleeve. Why? Do you still want to playact in front of me?"

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