Falling Dragon

The fragment of the mask in Luther's hand came from the residual aura of the [Gluttony] Avatar within him. When he saw the other party use the mask on his face to travel into a strange world, he immediately understood how to use it and followed suit.

Is this a miniature world belonging to the "Psychology Alchemists"?

Luther glanced around before focusing his attention back on [Gluttony].

"Brush!"

The Greatsword reflected a deep darkness in [Gluttony]'s snake eyes, and he stood frozen in place as if terrified, before being cleaved in two by Luther.

Wrong.

The sword didn't strike anything, Luther withdrew it, only to find an empty shell remaining before him. [Gluttony] truly was like a snake, leaving Luther with a molted, mangled body.

"Aww--"

"Coo coo!"

In the strange city, pedestrians were startled. Beneath their well-dressed exteriors, their wild instincts began to surface; birds flapped their wings in terror, Wolf howled, and fled the scene on all fours.

A golden light flashed in Luther's eyes again. His gaze swept past the chaotic animals and caught sight of a hidden figure.

[Gluttony] running at full speed through the city.

Countless towering Gothic buildings, bathed in moonlight, cast shadows. He used this darkness to conceal himself and ran towards the very center of the city. There stood a magnificent and awe-inspiring church, over eighty meters high, supported by massive black Pillar, each thick Pillar inlaid with numerous Skull.

These Skull vary in size and include those of humans and other creatures. Their dark eye sockets are all pointing downwards, seemingly scrutinizing all living beings entering the church.

This is clearly a church built from piles of bones!

"Help me!"

[Gluttony] seemed to see a glimmer of hope and shouted at the church.

At the same time, Luther, sword in one hand and a fragment of a mask in the other, caught up from behind. When he saw the church, when he met the eye sockets of the skulls, he suddenly felt his head ringing.

Numerous illusions arose before me.

The flames of hell burn eternally, the extreme winds scorch the marrow, and eyeballs burst like grapes. Countless dead souls cry out and pray, begging for forgiveness from the Lord of Light.

In the instant Luther was lost in thought, [Gluttony] had already climbed the steps, his face filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"Help me!"

He shouted again.

The Corpse Cathedral responded, and a strange light shone through the doors and windows, spreading out and illuminating [Gluttony]. His eerie mask, bathed in the light, began to peel away and dissipate little by little.

The pleasure of [Gluttony] came to a standstill.

"No, no, no! This can't be done!"

He pressed his hands against the mask on his face, futilely trying to stop it from dissipating. But the mask still turned into fragments, which flew out from between his fingers. When Luther came to his senses, he also found that the fragments in his hands had turned into light dust and flown into the depths of the church.

As the mask disappeared, the city began to appear illusory and dim, as if a Dream was about to end.

How could you abandon me like this!

[Gluttony] cried out desperately, "Ah--"

Suddenly, his mouth was sealed shut, and then his body swelled Distortion uncontrollably, sprouting grayish-white scales, and his face quickly transformed into the appearance of a dragon.

He completely lost control!

Asia?

Luther's heart skipped a beat.

But he had no time to imagine any more of the name that hadn't been finished. The out-of-control Dragon had already noticed him, opened its massive jaws, and roared at him.

"Roar--"

The strange world also vanished at the same time, leaving behind abundant sunshine, lush vegetation, and deep blue seawater.

This still seems to be Toscarter Island.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Soldiers in red uniforms stood in a row, firing Steam bullets forward. Their bodies swayed with each pull of the trigger, and scorching white smoke billowed violently from the exhaust pipes, instantly filling the street with billowing white Steam, like a giant beast slowly stretching its body.

As a result, the bullets they fired carried extremely high kinetic energy and blasted towards Anderson, where the target was located.

However, this renowned Hunter possessed a terrifying intuition; the instant they pulled the trigger, he ducked and jumped to the side, successfully dodging the hail of bullets.

"Brush!"

Before Anderson could even land, several sharp wind blades tore through the air and flew towards him. He could only twist his body in mid-air and adjust his posture to dodge them. As a result, his escape was interrupted, and the soldiers and the extraordinary members of the Church of Storms surrounded him again.

"As expected of His Your Excellency the Bishop, with your command, even renowned adventurers cannot escape!"

"Looking at Anderson in the center of the battle is like looking at a treasure," Carter, the chief affairs officer of Toscarter Island, said excitedly.

You're oversimplifying things.

The bishop shook his head gravely. "That guy didn't intend to kill; he just wanted to escape. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gotten away so easily. Even so, if he really went all out, we wouldn't have been able to stop him."

Anderson remained somewhat wary of the authorities.

"It's alright, holding him off is enough."

Carter chuckled and said, "In a little while, that gentleman will take care of the [Blood Bishop]. Once he's isolated and helpless, he'll have no choice but to surrender!"

At that time, he would become a great hero in arresting the [Blood Bishop] and gain a lot of political resources. He never expected that he, an official in the most remote area of the kingdom, would actually have a chance to turn his life around!

"You really have a lot of faith in that person."

The bishop glanced at Carter and said.

His primary responsibility was to report to the Church of Storms, but he inevitably had to deal with local powers. Behind this official was a mysterious and unpredictable Demigod- level expert, whom he had to give some face, hence the joint siege today.

"Of course! You have no idea how powerful that person is!"

Carter said smugly, glancing around before adding in a boastful whisper, "I saw it with my own eyes; that guy can turn into a dragon—"

"Roar--"

A deafening roar echoed over Toscarter Island.

The voice was filled with oppressive power, shaking the spirits of all living beings on the island and making them instinctively feel extreme danger and fear!

"Puff"

Carter maintained his mysterious posture, but froze at the sound of those words. He suddenly felt a warm, cumbersome sensation between his legs.

In his wide-eyed gaze, he saw a gigantic Dragon, like one from mythology, crashing to the ground.

Atop the Dragon's head stood a black knight.