RBCT Chapter 131 You Must Not Hurt My Father
Chapter 131 You Must Not Hurt My Father
"I can't see it!" Wen Yue held the crossbow out with both hands, the bowstring already pulled to its limit.
She stared intently in the direction Lu Yan indicated, her vision filled only with a vast, dark blue void.
The situation at the front has deteriorated.
The Dragon King did not attack proactively, but with each step it took, a visible gravitational wave rippled out from beneath its feet.
Just as Zhao Leiguang raised the tower shield, a gravitational wave swept over him, causing him to bend his knees and slam heavily onto the smooth crystal ground, creating two spiderweb-like cracks.
"Old Zhao!" Shen Xinglin spurred his horse forward, trying to distract the Dragon King with his spear.
As soon as the warhorse's hooves entered the gravity field, its speed dropped sharply, and the originally sharp spear light lost most of its force, limply grazing the Dragon King's scales.
The frequency of the aura that causes continuous health loss throughout the game is increasing.
Su Yunqing stood at the back, the light of the Yao Guang Gift in her hand flashing wildly. She bit her lip, and blood dripped down her chin.
To maintain the health of the two in the front row, she squeezed her mana to the limit, but the health bar was still slowly and steadily sliding towards the red warning line.
"I can't hold on any longer!" Zhao Leiguang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his hands gripping the shield tightly, his bones cracking under the strain.
Lu Yan neither looked at the front row nor answered Wen Yue.
He simply raised both hands.
The numbers on the mana panel plummeted at a waterfall-like speed.
puff!puff!puff!
Clusters of orange-red fire elements leaped out of thin air in front of Lu Yan. They made no sound, and as soon as they landed, they converged into a thin orange fire line, which clung to the crystal ground, bypassed the Dragon King's massive body, and headed straight for the side and back of the crystal throne.
"Watch closely." Lu Yan's voice rang out in the communication channel, completely flat.
The first batch of ten fire elementals arrived at the seemingly empty void.
They collided with an invisible layer of spatial disturbance.
The ten fire elementals instantly self-destructed.
That perfect defensive network, under the forced judgment of true damage, rippled with an extremely subtle ripple.
"That's it." Lu Yan pointed.
Wen Yue took a deep breath, and the crossbow's sights instantly locked onto that coordinate.
She emptied all the high-explosive grenades from her quiver and replaced them with arrows that were entirely black and covered in armor-piercing runes.
The instant her finger touched the trigger.
It sensed a threat.
hum-
The gravitational field around the Dragon King contracted, focusing entirely on the area around the throne. The color of that area of spatial disturbance deepened, transforming into a solidified blue wall of energy.
"Continue." Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged as he waved his hands again.
This time, there were a full one hundred fire elementals.
They crashed into the blue air wall one after another.
A series of suicide explosions compounded at the same coordinate point. The flames completely illuminated the dark area. The true damage calculation mechanism frantically processed at the system's core, forcibly tearing a crack in the absolute defense.
The crack was very small, only the size of a fingernail.
The duration was less than half a second.
"Release!" Lu Yan uttered a single word.
Wen Yue pulled the trigger.
The black armor-piercing arrow left the bowstring without making a sound, transforming into an extremely thin black line that precisely pierced through the crack, which was only the size of a fingernail, and disappeared into the center where the flames were at their brightest.
Snapped.
The thickest main strand among the thousands of energy threads connecting the Dragon King and the blue core was severed by the armor-piercing arrow.
Blue energy gushed out from the fracture and dissipated into the vacuum.
On the armrest of the throne, the blue core that had been steadily pulsating suddenly stopped shining, and then began to flicker violently and erratically.
The Dragon King, who was about to step on Zhao Leiguang, suddenly stopped abruptly.
It stopped in place.
Its empty eyes lost their last luster, and its raised claws hung suspended in mid-air, never to fall. The entire dragon instantly transformed into a lifeless sculpture.
The gravitational field pressing down on everyone, and the deadly blood-draining aura, vanished without a trace at the same time.
Inside the domed cavity, only the heavy breathing of the crowd could be heard.
"Ha...haha..." Zhao Leiguang plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, his inner armor soaked with sweat.
He wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the motionless Dragon King, and forced an ugly smile. "He's alive."
Su Yunqing leaned against the stone pillar, exhausted, and cast three recovery spells on herself before she could barely steady her swaying body.
"Well done." Xiao Qianyu put away her spear, walked to Wen Yue's side, and patted her on the shoulder.
Wen Yue put down the crossbow, her palms sweating profusely. She looked at Lu Yan behind her and let out a long breath.
If that arrow had missed by a millimeter, or been a fraction of a second too late, they might have been wiped out by now.
"It's not over yet." Lu Yan stepped forward, his gaze passing over the Dragon King and fixed on the still-shimmering blue core on the throne.
The main thread broke, but the core was not destroyed; countless tiny threads around it were trying to reconnect.
As long as the core remains, this dragon king could awaken again at any time.
"I'll do it!" Zhao Leiguang got up from the ground and picked up the tower shield again.
With the crisis averted, his courage returned. He strode towards the throne, looked at the core that had lost its spatial defenses, and raised the battle axe in his right hand.
"Smash it for me!"
He roared and swung his battle axe down at the blue core with the force of splitting mountains.
Just as the battle axe was about to touch the core.
From the deepest part of the dome cavity, in that dark tunnel where even light cannot penetrate, a voice emanated.
It was a woman's voice.
He was aloof and anxious, exuding the authority of someone who had long held a high position, yet also revealing an undisguised panic.
"stop!"
The sound echoed in the empty cavity, making everyone's eardrums tingle.
Then, the next sentence froze everyone in place.
"You are not allowed to harm my father!"
Zhao Leiguang's battle axe came to a sudden stop less than an inch from the core. The gust of wind whipped up by the axe blade caused the blue light on the core's surface to flicker.
He turned his head, stared wide-eyed at Lu Yan, and then looked at the majestic azure dragon in front of him.
"Father...Father Emperor?" Zhao Leiguang exclaimed in surprise.
He turned around, his gaze passing through the cavity to the dark depths from which the sound came.
The [Void Disc] at his waist began to heat up, and a black lotus phantom flashed in Lu Yan's pupils.
He caught it.
At the edge of darkness, a humanoid life form is approaching at an extremely fast speed.
More importantly, the aura emanating from that life form was of the same origin as that of the puppet dragon king, yet it showed no signs of being corrupted or controlled.
Pure, ancient dragon bloodline.
"Step back." Lu Yan looked at Zhao Leiguang.
Zhao Leiguang sheathed his battle axe, raised his shield, and retreated to the front of the formation.
The footsteps in the darkness grew closer.
The crisp sound of boots stepping on the crystal floor.
Hey.
Hey.
The footsteps stopped at the edge of the cavity.
A figure emerged from the darkness.
That's a girl.
She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing an old-fashioned, azure-blue dress woven from an unknown silk thread. The edges of the dress were torn and stained with dark red blood.
Her hair was pure silver-white, reaching all the way to her ankles. On either side of her head grew two crystal-clear, not yet fully grown dragon horns.
The girl was pale, clutching a broken crystal dagger tightly in her hand.
She stood there, her gaze passing over the first squad, fixed on the motionless dragon on the throne.
Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, dripping onto the smooth crystal floor, turning into round pearls that made a crisp clinking sound.
"You... severed the control hub?" The girl turned her head, looked at Lu Yan, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Who are you?" Xiao Qianyu asked coldly, the tip of her gun pointed directly at the girl's throat.
She threw away the broken sword in her hand, her knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground.