Act 6 · [SHINE IN THE DARK · A Light in the Darkness]
Foreword:
There is no defeat, only death in battle.
Ernest Miller Hemingway
[Part 1 - Shadow in the Wall]
Deep within the Great Mu Yuan, in the winding and complex side chambers connecting the Animal Pen Hall and the Treasure Pavilion, a slender and twisted solitary figure huddled in a corner.
--It was a deformed freak that would make anyone feel physically uncomfortable at first glance.
She just turned twenty-three.
One of Koman Sullivan's many experimental subjects.
Principal Koman's only successful experiment.
This [VIP] was cultivated in an artificial environment using the bloodlines of a mountain demon and a corrupted dragon, through Blood Ceremony.
He had no name; the Skull and Bones Society members called him Little Sullivan.
--Little Sullivan like this are commonplace in the display cases of the Treasure Pavilion.
Whenever the Big Leader came to inspect the Mu Yuan, Director Koman would open the water tanks in each display case, showing the children's corpses in the embalming solution.
Director Koman would explain in detail why these failed experiments failed, at what stage they failed, and at what stage their lives ended, shifting all the blame to the frail physical condition of these experimental subjects.
For Skull and Bones Society, [Sanctification] is a very cruel selection mechanism.
Just like the survival of the fittest in nature, only those with sufficiently strong three-elemental qualities can open the gate of life through the bloodline of the mountain demon, eliminate the body's rejection reaction, and obtain the powerful dragon's strength.
Once humans reach adulthood and cease natural growth, entering their prime, it becomes very difficult to perform the Blood Ceremony of "transformation into a sanctified being."
But Koman Sullivan succeeded.
He dethroned the "sacred transformation" phenomenon that evolved from eclogite, selected the strongest infants, and nurtured them in a warm environment until they grew up.
They hunted passengers' medulla oblongata, brains, and organs, supplementing them with the flesh and blood of calamity beasts, and used these as fodder for experimental subjects to grow up.
Among them, the Spirit Calamity monsters with the bloodline of mountain demons can affect the growth of the physical essence of the experimental subjects.
Among them are passengers whose transformed, powerful nerves will influence the growth of the experimental subject's spiritual essence.
Many experimental subjects died in this environment, fed with highly neurotoxin-laden food and raised in a state of extreme frenzy.
The entire Treasure Pavilion has 445 pillars.
Inside each pillar was a human urn.
Inside the urn, the bodies of the failed test subjects were soaked in embalming solution. The youngest of these test subjects was only three weeks old, and the oldest would not live past thirty.
It's like the glorious history of Skull and Bones Society, the moment when humanity explored the extraordinary and came closest to the divine.
Koman Sullivan believes it was all worth it because they ultimately succeeded.
Little Sullivan survived.
--And it grew dragon horns, dragon scales, dragon claws, a dragon tail, and dragon eyes.
Although it lacks dragon wings, this experimental subject is already infinitely close to being the offspring of Sanctification True Dragon.
He has an enormous appetite and a very high energy conversion rate, and his metabolism maintains an incredibly efficient state.
The organs of the body do not reject the true meaning of [carnivorism]; they consume human flesh and then transform it into new power.
Like the [Holy Transformation] Calamity Beast, Little Sullivan has successfully opened the [Gate of Life] between Calamity Beasts and humans.
Thus, through Little Sullivan's serum and physical essence, countless more blood donors were born from this warm bed.
The manager of the Boke Grand Hotel was one of them.
Her astonishing appetite and enormous size are precisely the energy reserves she builds for metamorphosis into a butterfly.
Koman Sullivan himself was transformed into an old monster with Dragon Blood through Blood Ceremony. He lived to be 122 years old but looked only in his forties.
May your beauty last forever, and may you never grow old or die.
This is the bottom of Mimir Hot Spring, the deal struck between the wounded dragon and the Skull and Bones Society, the price they offered to the people.
--The Skull and Bones Society hunts and kills, providing tri-elemental energy to heal the dragon's wounds.
--The ferocious dragon offered its bloodline, providing offspring of calamities, to the Skull and Bones Society and Bones Society for profit.
If we say that Zero Platform is like another Nine Realms Station.
So, Bork Pass is another Red Stone Rock Band.
Mu Yuan is another Research Station.
The Earth Dragon and Wyvern's Beast Guardian Force consists of the Lapis Lazuli Guards and Guangling Zhixi from Zero Platform.
The Blood Ceremony is another form of stone-giving ceremony.
The Corrupted Dragon is another boss.
The Big Leader is another [Cat Tree Lady] who accompanies the Corrupted Dragon.
The Madness Butterfly also favors the creatures here. The Vita Imprint doesn't deliberately select patients, and White Lady doesn't care whether she eats the flesh of a good person or a bad one.
However, this knock-off train station, apart from its relatively well-organized organizational structure, also had other research facilities and operational departments, including the entire startup team.
--They are all heinous cannibals.
There is no reason to forgive these deformed creatures. Even the youngest and most innocent among them, once they enter a state of mindless eating, show no remorse and eat human fingers as snacks.
About hunger--
Hunger is the most direct and intense driving force in the natural environment.
Amniotes rely on this neural signal to divide ecological niches and construct food chains in a step-by-step manner, ultimately determining the apex predator— Homo sapiens.
On fear--
--Fear is the purest and strongest emotion, and also the most primal and powerful force that can stimulate the natural evolution of Homo sapiens. Even before the existence of pyroxene, people could rely on fear to complete their transformation, to emerge from their cocoons and become butterflies, and to gain soul power.
There are many extraordinary people in the world who gain superhuman spiritual power by relying on mysterious fears—in history they are called wizards, monks, alchemists, Seeker of the Tao —and there are many more unverified and bizarre legends.
At this moment, Little Sullivan remained completely still.
He huddled in the darkness, holding his breath, recalling all sorts of beautiful and sweet memories.
"Father! My father!"
He covered his face with his claws, but couldn't hide his protruding dragon jawbone and nose.
"I can't feel your Inspiration Pressure. You're dead? Just like that?"
He knelt beside the lecture hall in the Treasure Pavilion, gazing at a light in the darkness—
That's a portrait of the Big Leader, the man who raised him alongside Father Koman.
"Big Leader, my heart is broken! You always told me to think about good things and not bad things, but when I think of my father..."
Thick tears streamed from between the claws and toes, and the reptilian nictitating membrane of the third eyelid turned bright red.
Little Sullivan looked extremely heartbroken, his inner pain beyond words.
He lowered his head, knelt before the auditorium, and wept bitterly, wanting to bury his head in the floor, recalling all the beautiful and warm memories of the past.
On his tenth birthday, he and his father chopped off the heads of six Red Stone Rocker and had a contest to see who could eat them the fastest.
--At the age of thirteen, on the day of the Dionysus Festival, they went hunting together on the tundra. If anyone fell behind, they would devour the person and the horse alive, which was truly exhilarating.
At sixteen, his father seized six young girls, intending to have them bear more Dragonman offspring with the outstanding and pure-blooded Little Sullivan. Unfortunately, Little Sullivan was oblivious to romance; he simply twisted off the girls' heads, which were in the way, and then ate them clean.
At that time, the father did not blame Little Sullivan.
"How could anyone harm such a kind and benevolent father!"
The dragon's roar echoed in the chapel, filled with resentment and madness.
Little Sullivan struggled, scratching and rolling around on the edge of the platform, tearing off his decent clothes to reveal his bright red scales and white belly.
His dragon horn struck the hard ground, immediately carving out a deep pit.
"What a vicious, terrifying, and utterly depraved person he was!"
Intense fear caused a pair of phantom dragon wings to grow from Little Sullivan's body.
He has reached the final stage of his transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly.
--He was just a hair's breadth away, just a tiny bit less fear, and he would have possessed Soul Power.
"I've always been just a little bit away from becoming a butterfly."
Little Sullivan was overcome with grief, sobbing and howling.
"Is this also a form of [carnivorism]? I didn't expect it. To use your death to intensify my emotions. Is this your final gift to me, Father!"
"I'm terrified. I don't know how I'll live after losing you."
He saw the wings of his soul extending from his spine, shimmering.
"Without you, everything feels strange. If one day, the Big Leader leaves me too, everything will become cold and lifeless. It will be pitch black, and I won't be able to see anything. My heart will be shattered into pieces, never to be pieced back together. I feel something breaking."
Just like a cocoon gradually bursting open, a complete Soul Might body emerged from Little Sullivan's body.
It was a pitch-black shadow, shrouded in mist between its menacing, spiky arms, its powerful form gradually taking shape amidst Little Sullivan's heavy, rapid breathing.
It gently embraced Little Sullivan's neck, like a lover, like a family member, like a father.
Little Sullivan tensed, jolted awake from his grief, and finally saw Soulforce's appearance clearly, but couldn't pronounce its true name—the stitched life born in this complex experiment, like Frankenstein's monster, found it incredibly difficult to know the true names of [ego, id, superego].
"I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'm really scared. Can you help me?" Little Sullivan hugged Soulwell tightly, tears streaming down his face.
The distorted soul power, shrouded in black mist, merely patted Little Sullivan's back lightly, without uttering a word, and pointed one finger towards the outside of the Treasure Pavilion, in a very, very distant direction.
"Yes, the people who killed my father are in the Mu Yuan. I can feel their powerful spiritual force almost suffocating me. I'm afraid, I don't want to think about revenge, I can only hide. My body is resisting—it's like the Dragon Blood in my body is roaring at me, telling me to run away quickly. Who are they? Is it [JOE]? When I was little, my father used stories about [JOE] to scare me. If I didn't go to sleep obediently, a dragon slayer would come and kill me and turn me into jerky."
Soul Might still couldn't speak, transforming into a pure shadow, leaving Little Sullivan, and heading towards the tunnel.
It turned into a puddle of mud and disappeared into the depths of the rocky cave, where only a blurry silhouette could be seen.
Little Sullivan wailed—
"--Are you leaving me too? My Soul Might. I finally got you! My father died so I could have you! Do I have to kill the Big Leader as well, doubling the fear in my heart, before you'll stay by my side? I don't want to be alone. I don't want to stay here alone. I..."
In an instant, the deformed Dragonman's expression changed drastically.
"Could it be that your actions reflect my true feelings? You don't lie; you are my [Soul's Glory]. At this moment, my longing for my father has overcome my fear of death, which is why you are so resolute in seeking revenge!"
Little Sullivan's initially surprised, horrified, innocent, and helpless expression turned ferocious and resolute.
"Alright! Go find him! Find that bastard who killed Father. He has devoured Father's flesh and blood and become even stronger. If I can devour his flesh and blood, then Father will return to my side, return to my body, and merge with me! That must be it, my soul power. You think so too, right? The great Madness Butterfly will bring all living beings back to one!"
Little Sullivan. is roaring.
"Big Leader, at this moment, I understand your ideals. You and my father are my saviors, a ray of light in my dark life!"
[Part ② - Remember to turn off the power]
Wen Bucai removed the Lapis Lazuli from Jason's wrist.
The Dacian man finally regained a sliver of his sanity from the brink of madness.
Jason was already deep inside the demon's lair. The more Earth Dragon creatures around him, the more he could feel the immense spiritual pressure of the corrupted dragon's true form from his strange and bizarre bloodline.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Bucai stuffed soup dumplings into Jason's mouth, just like a wicked father taking care of a child. After stuffing the food in, he even held Jason's chin to help the infant chew.
The scalding hot and spicy broth burst in his mouth, and in an instant, Jason's eyes visibly regained their clarity.
"Holy shit! -- Holy shit! What the hell!"
An elegant Roman, speaking fluent Chinese.
Jason was still in a daze. "What the hell happened to me?"
Jiang Xueming took out new walkie-talkies from the weapon case and gave one to Jason and Meteor.
"You almost went crazy, you were so close."
Jason's expression was complicated. The jewelry on his wrist was gone, and his Inspiration wasn't as sharp as before, but he felt much more relaxed. However, he was still a little annoyed that Jiang Xueming had helped him.
An urgent greeting came through the walkie-talkie.
"Sir! Are you alright, sir!"
Jason: "Not dead, he's alive and kicking."
Waiter: "That's good, you haven't gone crazy, have you?"
Jason: "Waaaa Guluyaha Ulala!"
Wen Bucai: "Where did he learn that fish-man language?"
Jiang Xueming: "It should be Hearthstone."
The waiter said, "Sir, please don't joke around. You're always trying to make me happy. I won't cry! Don't worry, I won't cry!"
Jason then regained his composure. "Because the question you asked was ridiculously stupid. What do you mean by '[Are you out of your mind?]' -- I really don't understand."
Just then, Bu Liuxing pushed open the door to the nursery, behind which was the warm bed.
Behind the heavy stone gate, Meteor peeked out briefly, almost leaving his soul behind.
--Sixteen rows of Earth Dragon eggs stretched forward, and if you counted carefully, there were more than four hundred in total.
These oval-shaped eggs of varying sizes look quite frightening.
Their shells are soft, consisting of a thin membrane, within which one can discern the skeletal structure of the Earth Dragon and the delicate wings of the Wyvern.
These delicate pink shells have jagged veins that ooze hot, yellow liquid. Brass showerheads spray warm water to maintain the humidity in the nursery.
When water droplets fall onto these eggshells, they release a torrent of steam.
Many of the larvae inside the eggs were restless, seemingly sensing an unusual Inspiration Pressure, as if they had encountered a natural enemy and needed to protect themselves, so they immediately hatched.
Four or five Earth Dragons had just emerged from their eggshells, but before they could crawl a few steps, they seemed to die prematurely, losing their energy and dying halfway through.
Some eggs even have four-toed claw prints. These little creatures want to immediately break open the eggshell and escape, but they are not strong enough and can only stay obediently in the egg, continuing to experience the immense fear before their death.
Not only that--
The meteor also saw, further away, rows of "nursing cubicles".
It's more like a workshop for wet nurses than a breastfeeding cubicle.
These small cubicles are separated by green medical curtains, and the beds are set up.
Many women were bound to the bed. These women were covered in tubes, their bodies tightly wrapped in straitjackets, obscuring any skin. Only their general outlines suggested they were humanoid women.
Judging from the color of the tubing, it was probably a glucose and urine catheter—before long, other wet nurses came to hold the baby Earth Dragon to collect milk and feed it.
These wet nurses, who were free to move around, all appeared to be in a daze.
If you look closely, you'll see that his neurons tremble and shudder at that moment, almost collapsing.
These women were able to move freely only because of the damage to their skulls; part of their skulls had been removed, exposing their frontal lobes, and their eyes had been gouged out.
They possess powerful vitality, and their semi-open heads enhance their Inspiration, allowing them to identify strange life forms. They nurture these corrupted dragon offspring according to their maternal instincts.
Take another look at the delivery room--
--Meteor was almost going crazy.
That was a place more vicious and chaotic than hell.
A bipedal Earth Dragon doctor, wearing a white cap and mask, took a baby out of a woman's belly.
The newborn baby, covered in blood, doesn't cry; it just laughs and plays with the flexible umbilical cord.
The laughter of the new mother emanated from the delivery room, as if she were celebrating the birth of a great life, rejoicing in the divine being nurturing a new generation of experimental subjects.
But Bu Liuxing suddenly barged in--
--This should put all staff members in this comfortable environment on their guard.
One of them appeared to be in charge.
Oh no--
--In charge of the dragon.
That's how it should be said.
The official in charge, arrogant and haughty, seemed completely unaware of what had happened and oblivious to any outside information.
Koman Sullivan is the brains of Mu Yuan.
Even after brain death, the entire system can still function for a while.
The dragon in charge gently shook the Summoning Bell, as if calling for guards or servants, just like passengers on the Abyssal Railway.
--Walk with elegance, and be full of spirit.
A "ding--"
Jiang Xueming slipped under Liuxing's armpit and pushed the door open completely.
Immediately afterward, the person in charge, Long, became nervous and impatient.
Another "ding--"
Wen Bucai emerged from under the other arm of the meteorite and stood at the entrance of the pavilion in the warm bed, covering his nose with a look of disgust.
"My God! This place is like hell! What have I suffered that the BOSS is making me do this kind of hard labor?"
The method by which the dragon shook the Summoning Bell became savage and brutal.
"Jingle--"
"Jingle--"
"Jingle--"
Jason walked in and glanced at it.
Then she fainted.
--Let's go through the process.
I felt dizzy very quickly.
I didn't even have time to write how I fell.
Just like his mother's sudden death.
Fortunately, Mr. Wen Bucai acted quickly. Before Jason fainted, the drunkard grabbed the steamed bun containing the Guangling San liquor) and stuffed it into Jason's mouth, thus saving him from collapse.
Jason snapped out of his daze and looked at everything.
He immediately bristled, like a boss who had touched the power switch of a 10,000-volt transformer—his entire body transformed into an afro.
"You sons of bitches! I'm going to slaughter you all! Leave not a single one alive!"
Wen Bucai, watching from the side, covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my god! It's turned into Victor's hairstyle! How amazing! How talented!"
"Give me the gun!" Jason yelled. "I'm going to kill these bastards!"
No one answered.
--A little awkward.
But as long as the one in charge of the dragon continues to ring the bell.
Jason wasn't the most embarrassed.
"Jingle--"
Jiang Xueming displayed the weapons on his body; there were none superfluous.
"I'm sorry I didn't prepare a gift for you. Logically speaking, you shouldn't have the nerve to ask me for one, right?"
"Jingle--"
Bu Liuxing showed off his equipment.
"I'm out of bullets, I'm getting ready to tear this apart with my bare hands, wanna come along?"
"Jingle--"
Wen Bucai handed Jason the right-handed M500 revolver.
Jason immediately opened fire.
The powerful impact of the rear seat caused the scorching gun barrel to bounce up and hit his nose, instantly bruising his wrist.
The bullet shattered one of the dragon's large arms.
The dragon seemed not to have realized what was happening yet; it simply followed its conditioned reflex and shook its arm again.
The bell fell into the delivery room and into the mother's belly.
The new mother was swearing and cursing.
"--You guys really know how to pick your timing! Are you serious?! You want to cause trouble right after I gave birth? Damn it, wait until my wound is stitched up! I'm going to cut up your little babies and use them as snacks! What are you all standing there for! Wet nurses! Guards! Kill these intruders!"
Jason saw stars as he was struck hard by the M500 and was about to fall when Wen Bucai timely retrieved the hand cannon, caught Jason, and tossed him aside beside the stone gate.
"I have no idea where this guy gets his temper from. His skills are perfect for making a ruckus at a wedding—and the way he finds excuses to attend the banquet is just too artistic."
Jiang Xueming didn't waste any words, he simply drew his gun.
--After that, it was nothing but fighting and killing; they didn't say a word the whole way.
After Meteor's injuries were healed by the Universal Elixir, he drew his staff, grabbed the light sword Iron Knight in one hand and the warhammer ceremonial staff in the other, and charged towards the nurses' station in the warm bed like a whirlwind.
The two firing positions behind him provided alternating cover, almost instantly destroying all resistance in the nursery and breastfeeding cubicles.
There were few guns here, and the defenses were extremely weak. Within minutes, the entire three-story warm pavilion was devoid of any living creature.
Meteor even took a special look at the woman imprisoned in the nursing cubicle. It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but once he did, his SAN value plummeted.
These nursing animals have lost most of their brain tissue; only the medulla oblongata connects them to the brainstem and scattered brain tissue responsible for physiological activities. Wrapped in a sterile membrane, they can no longer be considered human.
Their skin and bones had long been brutally removed by crude surgical procedures, probably sent to the corrupted dragon to repair its body.
Meteor asked Wen Bucai for one hundred 9mm bullets. With the flames of a samurai's blade, he ended the lives of these horrific monsters.
All evil--
--All were extinguished by the gunfire.
At this moment, even Jiang Xueming's strong nerves showed their weakness in this Human Hell.
"Can we really kill this dragon? Can we win? I just want to win!"
Wen Bucai: "Yes."
Jiang Xueming gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, cutting open the bloody wounds. "So many people are risking their lives for it! With so many people, I'm only afraid my own abilities aren't enough!"
Wen Bucai patted Jiang Xueming on the shoulder, his eyes as cold as obsidian, just like Xue Ming's. "There is only death in battle, no defeat."
An inexplicable spiritual pressure descended.
At the same time--
Wen Bucai suddenly turned around and stared intently at the large stone gate.
Jiang Xueming also turned around. He felt a sharp and painful Inspiration Pressure —it was a formidable enemy!
Jason Megan's body floated up slowly, as if an invisible figure was controlling his unconscious body.
With Bu Liuxing speed, Bu Liuxing hurled the stick and cane, trying to shatter the source of his resentful and vicious Inspiration!
Jason gripped the cane tightly in his hand, which ironically turned it into someone else's weapon!
At that moment, Jason suddenly opened his eyes.
His once azure eyes turned pitch black.
"Bu Liuxing, did you kill Koman Sullivan?! It was you?!"
A pair of jet-black dragon wings unfurled behind Jason, whipping up a fierce wind.
Wen Bucai: "Fire!"
Jiang Xueming: "Where to?"
Wen Bucai: "As long as it's not the head, it'll be fine."
Jiang Xueming: "."
Wen Bucai: "Are you going to hold back? We have Universal Elixir."
Jiang Xueming: "This distance is a bit difficult for me. It's easy for me to kill him, but it's very difficult for me to spare his life. Moreover, I have absolutely no idea what strange thing has happened to him."
Wen Bucai: "It's the enemy's soul power, extremely troublesome and vicious, controlling his body. If it gets involved with us, we'll also lose control of our bodies."
"I'll make you pay with your blood!" Jason Megan was completely under Soul Might's control, swinging the Iron Knight's warhammer, her eyes fixed only on Bu Liuxing, oblivious to the scorching gun barrel. "Try it! Spray bullets all you want!"
A strange laugh, belonging to Little Sullivan, came from Jason's mouth.
"Hehehehe. Hahahaha. Are you [carnivores] too? Just like us! To kill your own kind and gain power?! Heroes! Behold! The show begins!"
"Bang--"
Jason's entire lower body was severed; the bullet had cut him in half at the waist.
Wen Bucai: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
Jiang Xueming: "It's not your fault. I've wanted to do this for a long time. It's such a pity I finally had a chance to settle a personal score."
Little Sullivan never expected these two killers to be so decisive!
Without any hesitation, he fired almost instantly.
Jason crawled frantically on the floor, trying to find the Universal Elixir on his body to stop the bleeding and continue fighting.
"How could this happen! How could this happen?! How could this happen?"
Little Sullivan was completely baffled. Could these guys really kill their own comrades without any mercy?
It doesn't matter!
--It's okay! I'll just get a different body.
The black mist condensed beneath Jason, forming a bottomless quagmire that writhed rapidly, moving through the jumbled shadows and the chaotic lamplight to another corpse.
"I saw it." Wen Bucai's pupils darted around quickly.
"I've locked onto it." Jiang Xueming's eyes were already focused.
Wen Bucai: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Jiang Xueming: "Wait until it raises its head."
The relentless gunfire severed the corpse's neck, sending its head flying into the air. Under the light, it finally transformed into a complete half- Dragonman.
With its last breath, it aimed to shoot all the bone fragments at the sixteen large lights in the hall.
Once the entire warm bed is darkened, once it slips back into the shadows—
--Little Sullivan secretly rejoiced. If he could rely on his Soul Might to seize the physical body of one of these two killers, he would surely be able to turn the tide of the battle!
But in that instant, Little Sullivan's spirit power seemed to have seen a ghost, flapping its wings and freezing in mid-air.
Fragments of bone were swirled and blown away in mid-air by the scorching bullets—the roar of the Eye of the Blood Wolf never ceased.
With Jiang Xueming fully focused, his dynamic vision became terrifying; the supersonic vortex of the bullet alone could alter the trajectory of the bone fragments.
Wen Bucai: "I don't understand, if it wants to play hide-and-seek, it's playing the ghost in the shadows."
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I don't understand either, why."
Wen Bucai: "Why not just cut off the power to the breeding ground?"
Jiang Xueming: "Could it be that the delivery room can't be without power? That's affecting the delivery?"
Wen Bucai: "That makes sense, and it's possible. He hasn't had Soul Might for long and doesn't have much combat experience."
--That's right!
Little Sullivan suddenly realized his mistake and began to regret it.
"Why don't I turn off the power? Why?!"
Unfortunately, the drunkard won't give Little Sullivan a second chance.
Bu Liuxing took a deep breath, then suddenly lifted Mr. Wen Bucai up and launched him like a cannonball.
The fierce punches flew through the air like a dazzling shower of comets.
The black mist, as thick as clouds and as smoky as smoke, trembled like a leaf under the relentless bombardment of the drunken madman, and its dragon-like bat wings vanished in an instant.
Wen Bucai landed beside Jason, pieced Jason back together, stuffed his intestines back in, and injected him with a Universal Elixir.
When he had a spare moment, he would quip, "The human body is truly amazing!"
In the Treasure Pavilion, Little Sullivan's eyes were unfocused. When his spirit was severely injured, his mental essence reacted and stepped into the Gate of Death in an instant.
His spiritual power was shattered.
The dragon-slaying warrior utterly crushed his soul power in a single round—any childish schemes and tricks were utterly futile in the face of such an absolute disparity in strength.
He limped slowly, his body weak and powerless, toward the hall.
"I need to rest. Soul Might, I shouldn't have listened to you. I need to rest. Let me eat something, let me eat a little."
Little Sullivan looked up, thinking how lucky he was; his soul power had been scattered, but he wouldn't suffer fatal damage.
As long as I can escape this hellhole, as long as I can return to the Matriarch's side, return to the corrupt dragon's side, I will surely be able to come back to life. It's just one foot in the Gate of Death, nothing more than the Gate of Death!
If we can get past this Gate of Hell!
It will definitely become stronger!
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Little Sullivan's head.
A bullet is a ray of light in the darkness.
The waiter carried a UMP, his eyes sharp.
"How dare you lay a hand on my employer?! Go to hell, you brat!"
After the gunshots.
Only silence.