Extra Game: Heartbroken Hell's Fragrant Flowers Lead the Soul

The battle on Cruise Ship One has reached a fever pitch, with two armed helicopters monitoring the skeletal dragon's every move under the blazing sun.

It was already at its last gasp, and the brothers in the battle group had no chance to intervene in this level of god-like battle. They could only provide various kinds of weapons to the VIPs in the final battle.

Wen Bucai navigated through the various compartments of the warship, dodging the massive claw strikes and fiery breaths of the skeletal dragon. This strange undead life form was barely stronger than the corrupted dragon Fafnir; without the support of muscles, it couldn't even fly and could only crawl on the riverbed.

"Then!"

A cloud of dark fog appeared in the corridor next to the recreation room, and Jack, a good friend, brought over a missile launcher.

The moment Wen Bucai grabbed the weapon, he darted out of the room.

--Azure flames surged throughout the recreation room, melting the resin billiard balls.

"What kind of guidance system does this thing use?" Wen Bucai rushed towards the control room.

"I don't know!" Two pelicans, carrying Jack's body in their beaks, dragged the tattered glass man out of the corridor. "After you die, you can make a call to the gunsmith in the underworld. Maybe he can tell you some hellish jokes and teach you how to use this thing!"

Wen Bucai: "Damn! You're really talented!"

Armed helicopters attempted to suppress the skeletal dragon with MiniGun fire from mid-air, but the weak and ineffective machine gun rounds seemed to have little effect.

Instead, the skeletal dragon tilted its head and spewed out azure flames from its grayish-white, rotting throat, transforming into a giant fire fan. Just as the scorching flames rushed toward the helicopter, the battle group's machine gunner slammed the hatch shut. The helicopter, scorched by the flames, was propelled upwards by the hot air currents. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

Jack got up again, grabbed his two pelican buddies, and ran towards the stern deck. The underwater frogman force was trying to carry out their attack plan in another space, while armored vehicles on the dock kept dropping equipment on Jack.

"VIP! This is all we can do!" The chapter leader on the shore said, supporting his staff officer. Beside him were two squads of soldiers who had just stepped off the troop carriers and were already vomiting and trembling due to the spiritual pressure.

They attached ammunition boxes to slings and carried them, along with weapon pouches, to the stern, hoping to help the unarmed dragon-slaying warriors on board. Except for individuals with exceptionally strong willpower, they couldn't even fire their guns under this spiritual pressure.

At that moment, a bright red marker flare was fired from the warship's high point—

--I Wen Bucai talented, have finally figured out what this thing is actually used for.

It struck the skeletal dragon in the eye socket, causing the giant beast to tilt its head to the side and tilt towards the stern of the ship.

Its mouth was still spewing flames, washing over the stern deck. The moment Jack rushed off the deck, the pair of pelican brothers in his hands were instantly turned into a roasted bird meal.

No! My darlings!--

The scorching heat of over a thousand degrees Celsius turned Jack's hands into gleaming glass. Tears welled in his eyes and streamed down his face. He hid behind the reddening iron beam, shouting loudly.

"Kill this beast!"

A barrage of artillery fire erupted from between the buildings in the bay area.

That was an artillery array skilled in using long-range heavy firepower. It was a 75mm field gun brought by the Snow Mastiff Battle Group's good buddies. These World War I relics were simple in structure, lightweight and reliable.

A greeting from Rhine Metal a hundred years ago, divided into forty-five cannonballs, rained down on the skeletal dragon's body. Guided by the homing shells, these attacks were meant to pulverize the behemoth.

"WuHuuuuu!" Amidst the flames and shattered iron Wen Bucai witnessed the moment when ten thousand flowers bloomed.

He beckoned Hunwei to remove a red-hot iron beam from the scorching steel frame. The beam was four meters long and as thick as an arm.

The moment the skeletal dragon collapses is the perfect opportunity to slay the demon.

The titanium-plated steel stamp of the Basilosaurus fell off along with the helmet. This valiant VIP rushed forward along the skeletal dragon's claws, charging towards the dragon's skull with his spirit body.

"[Alcoholism]! Let's settle this!"

The dark black spirit body burst forth with a ghostly blue light, and the spade mark reappeared on this powerful avatar. It clung tightly to Wen Bucai, like a fearless warrior charging into battle on horseback, and the scorching hot lance in its arms crashed into the other eye of the skeletal dragon without any hindrance!

The scorching steel beam pierced through its head, protruding from the top of its skull, and the once-shining spiritual fire gradually went out.

The underwater frogman soldiers had just finished attaching the explosives and scattered to a safe distance from the dock, leaving the skeletal dragon's corpse severely damaged once again.

Ships at the docks along the coast were swept ashore by the sudden waves, fishing boats in the distance suffered a major disaster, and fishermen were particularly unlucky, as their boats were torn in two by the force of these underwater explosives.

This is the end of a mythical creature, an invincible organism from ancient legends, a hundred feet tall. It is no match for the artillery fire of a hundred years ago; against these psionicists wielding heavy firepower, it is no different from a wild beast.

Jack Martin was seen holding a roasted pelican, tearing off pieces of roasted bird leg meat and eating them with great relish.

"That's insane! Powerful! Domineering!"

"Our duel has reached its final round!"

Victor the fox stepped on Clark's neck, grabbed the horse's mane, and pointed to another opponent on the theater stage.

That's Curator Damien Katz riding Brown Bear—

--That strong bear was his assistant, Dashan.

"From the blood-red sunset over the Grand Canyon in 1840!"

The little fox hugged a small leather drum and beat out notes that urged people to fight.

"And then there's the infighting between the Perfume Bottle Gang and the cannibalistic demons!"

Beautiful and alluring hostesses transformed into spider-faced women and crawled onto the stage, while the monsters and mediums of the exhibition gathered below the stage to watch the spectacle.

They all bear, to varying degrees, the [Devil's Decree] written by Victor, and are strictly forbidden from participating in this sacred knightly tournament.

"One hundred and ninety-two years of grudges and feuds will all come to an end here! Come on, Damien Katz!"

The warhorse paced restlessly in place, circling around the stage.

Damien saw his old friend Sandra in a miserable state. She had been knocked unconscious by this valiant warhorse, her sternum shattered and her life hanging by a thread!

He couldn't dispel his Soul Power [The Beast] at this moment, otherwise his mount would also lose this blood-bestowed divine power—who would have thought that Clark Sean, after transforming into a horse, would possess such formidable physical strength!

The gorilla family of three was in the front row of the stage. The father and his two children were slapping the wooden floor of the stage and shouting and jeering. It seemed that they had been imprisoned by Damien's soul power and were making a clumsy performance of humans pretending to be animals. After selling their lives for so many years, they had accumulated a bellyful of hatred - and finally had the opportunity to pay for their blood debts!

The little fox Victor held a pen like a sword, his eyes burning with passion.

In the next second, the horse galloped forward with incredible speed, charging fiercely towards the powerful Brown Bear!

Damien Katz instructed his assistant to stand on his hind legs, attempting to use his sharp forepaws to restrain the horse's brute force.

Victor the little fox shouted, "In a narrow encounter, the brave prevail—you've lost!"

After a sprint of about ten meters, the impact was far beyond what was expected. How could Brown Bear possibly stop a car traveling at full speed? Clark Sean pressed his head forward, and like his stubborn and domineering personality, this iron-headed guy's head was truly too hard—[the Beast] had unleashed his nature, thus bestowing upon him a set of hard horse bones. The horse's forehead plunged into the bear's chest, once again causing the beast's chest to cave in.

That's not enough, it's not just that!

Clark, carrying the Brown Bear's massive body, charged towards the side wall of the theater alongside Damien Katz!

The No. 4 cruise ship had a huge crater in its hull! The sturdy ship planks had been smashed by the horse, Clark, covered in blood, rushed from this complex and terrifying mysterious museum onto the dock!

Damien Katz was severely injured; he was almost knocked unconscious by the brute force of this mythical unicorn, breaking his bones and losing consciousness. The Brown Bear assistant died instantly, his spine broken in two, turning into a pile of minced meat in the clothing store.

When Clark came to his senses, he had already transformed back into human form. Naked and covered in blood, he stood in the rain, his head spinning. In the distance came the rumbling roar of a skeletal dragon, a scream of impending doom.

"Well done, Clark!" Mr. Victor —or rather, Ms. Victor.

Ms. Victor carefully avoided the broken glass in the clothing store, found the still intact wedding dress in the display case from the nearest spot, and put it on.

Clark Sean frowned, seemingly unable to believe it; he felt the journey was too surreal.

--This is the teacher of the gunsmith and the General of Tears.

Victor has become a woman, but she remains as mean and arrogant as ever, seemingly unworthy of her attention. Even when choosing clothes at a clothing store, she insists on picking out the most expensive and beautiful outfit.

But as long as someone catches her eye, they are sure to become a promising talent and a rising star.

At that moment, Clark had a bold idea.

"Ms. Victor"

He was almost captivated by this devilish man, by his genderless charm.

"I want to pursue you. Forgive my boldness, but I want to... kiss you! I want to."

At that very moment, the Bloodhounds followed their employer's scent and spotted a massive half-wolf descending between the buildings.

Victor's bright red fur finally disappeared, and her fox ears transformed back into human form. She tossed aside her curly blonde hair and took the waiter's hand—

"--What did you just say? Clark?! I didn't hear you?"

Bloodhound Lady searched the clothing store for enemies, confirming that Damien Katz was no longer able to fight back, she called for other Chapter members to clean up the battlefield. When her golden eyes fixed on Clark, she sensed the mating pheromones Clark was emitting.

The Bloodhound Lady immediately exclaimed, "It's the enemy! Time to gut them!"

Ms. Victor grabbed him tightly. "No! This young man is..."

Before she could finish speaking--

Having completed his evolution, Clark sensed the overwhelming killing intent and fled as fast as he could.

This is very true. In nature, no matter how loving a couple is, they will scatter when faced with a predator. Moreover, Clark's mind was only temporarily dominated by his lower body. A momentary infatuation is no match for the threat of death, and it can shatter this absurd illusion.

He ran naked across the sunlit Bay Area Wharf, like an uncivilized naked ape, unable to find suitable clothes to cover his shame. His brothers in the battle group all took out their phones, wanting to send this demon-slaying warrior from Lieyang Fort to the front page of the news.

Bloodhound transformed back into human form, impeccably dressed in her military uniform. Looking at Victor in his wedding dress, she felt the atmosphere was just right.

"I really couldn't find any other clothes," Victor tried to explain. "So I chose one of the items featured on this little shop's display stand. Consider it free modeling for the shop. Don't think I have ulterior motives."

"Oh, I see." Bloodhound pouted and wiped the old scars on her face—she had always kept them. As a VIP waiter, the broken eyebrow scar and the injury on her chin were both from protecting VIPs, and she would use them as excellent bargaining chips for her emotional offensive.

Victor intended to cross his arms, but suddenly realized his left hand wasn't quite obeying him.

--She wore wedding gloves, the silk intertwined with the rough half-wolf fur. Even though the Bloodhound had transformed back into human form, the silk fabric seemed to have returned to the werewolf's subcutaneous tissue along with his fur, inseparable no matter what.

Under the influence of Lord Maddes, the artificial rain at Lieyang Fort produced two rainbows, and a third, dazzling rainbow is about to appear.

"What is your real name?" David. David Victor was controlled by hormones, by the sentimentality of this female body, and by this strange feeling that dominated her brain.

The Bloodhound tilted its head, snuggling close to the bride. "I was born in spring, and my parents Eileen me Eileen. What? You want my name to cast a curse on me, Ms. Victor?"

Victor took a deep breath and picked up the fanny pack; the Walkman inside was completely wrecked.

She couldn't protect her life-saving charm, and the Stubborn Fire Stone shattered in two.

She took out one half, feeling a bit rushed, so she added a ritual by taking the earrings that came with her wedding dress and using them as a ring.

The psionic tides of Hell Highway melted the silicone sealant, and that's how a pair of rings were made.

"Kneel down and beg me! Beg me to marry you, Eileen!"

Victor remains the same arrogant yet somewhat endearing person, regardless of gender.

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh! Oh!--" The Bloodhound went berserk, gleefully tearing down the clothing store's door and twisting off the handle with brute force. These terrifying actions made Victor turn pale, thinking the waiter was going to break her legs again.

So Victor immediately changed his mindset and switched roles.

"Then, Eileen!"

The bride knelt down on one knee and formally proposed.

"Will you marry me?"

The Bloodhound tore open the armor, ready to give this adorable little sweetheart a big hug.

Victor immediately said, "You have to follow the rules! Step by step!"

They were about to hug each other, but the procedure separated them.

A sigh drifted from afar—

--Wen Bucai and Jack each held a pelican, slapping their thighs and sighing with regret.

"Oh! You can just kiss her! Does a beast need to care whether a beautiful woman agrees or not? I love watching women kiss each other!"

Jack Martin whistled loudly--

"--If you keep dawdling like this, I'll finish all my snacks! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The boss popped out from between the two men's shoulders and tore a chicken wing off Wen Bucai's grilled meat. This god of the family was more anxious than anyone else.

"Yeah! Just go for it! Just go for it!"