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The Riverlands, near High Heart
"Roar, roar…"
Under Jon's control, the massive Drakon beneath him charged toward the distant zombies and Skeleton Soldiers. Its thick scales and powerful limbs looked incredibly mighty during the charge.
Seeing the dense mass of monsters ahead, the Drakon let out a low roar, as if announcing the impending destruction.
"Crack…"
"Boom…"
After feeling a terrifying impact and the sound of bones and flesh shattering, Jon drove the Drakon to break through the formation—or rather, the cluster—of zombies and Skeleton Soldiers.
The Drakon beneath Jon was like a moving mountain, causing the earth to tremble with every step. The Skeleton Soldiers and zombies were nothing before it.
Under the impact of its terrifying body, the enemies ahead were instantly reduced to scattered debris, and a bloody path was forcibly cleared.
Just then, the Drakon squad behind followed closely in the King's footsteps. They were like an unstoppable force, with every Drakon displaying astonishing strength and speed.
Their massive bodies rampaged through the zombies and Skeleton Soldiers, their sharp claws and fierce impact creating chaos and destruction.
The battlefield was filled with the din of combat; the sounds of clashing metal, the roars of the Drakons, and the shrieks of the undead interwove to form a symphony of war.
Jon and his Drakon squad were like a torrent of steel, mercilessly shattering the enemy's defenses and bravely advancing toward victory.
Led by Jon, the Drakons quickly broke through the clusters of zombies and Skeleton Soldiers behind them.
Although the Mutants possessed great power and could summon and control these monsters, they lacked control ability and could not form an effective attack force.
"Boom…"
"Crack…"
The Drakon ridden by Jon was like a terrifying bolt of lightning, piercing directly through the cluster of zombies and Skeleton Soldiers.
Their corpses scattered under the Drakon's impact, body parts flying everywhere.
After this, the Drakon's momentum remained unchecked, and it carried Jon straight into the forest.
As its massive body crashed through the trees blocking its way, Jon's gaze was fixed firmly ahead.
There, he saw the face of a Mutant, an expression of extreme terror.
In their eyes, Jon's appearance was undoubtedly unexpected, as they had initially believed Jon would not choose this direction for the attack.
Because they had always thought they were well hidden here. These Mutants, created by the sorcerer Naegor, existed more like magical puppets; although they possessed life, they were incomplete.
After their bodies were magically altered, they lost many emotions and thoughts that normal people should have. This batch of Mutants was like this—they simply lacked complete thought processes and only knew how to summon monsters to fight.
However, these guys weren't entirely rigid; they still possessed the normal ability to seek advantage and avoid harm. Therefore, when Jon and his Drakon squad appeared before them, the Mutants reacted immediately.
They quickly manipulated the monsters around them, making them attack Jon and his team.
"Roar…"
After attacking a Giant Poison Spider that dared to attack it, the Drakon beneath Jon roared at the surrounding monsters.
The Drakons were now extremely tired after the charge. If they hadn't been thick-skinned and tough, they probably would have already collapsed on the path of the charge.
"Roar…"
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly echoed in the air, as if it intended to shatter everything around it.
The sound was full of power and menace, inevitably instilling fear. Right then, two tall Cyclops also charged straight out from the crowd of monsters.
Their figures were as massive as two small mountains, making the ground tremble with every step. Their single eyes flashed with ferocity, revealing endless malice and cruelty.
These two Cyclops held tree trunks roughly as tall as their bodies. The trunks were thick and sturdy, looking like massive clubs.
They swung the tree trunks, creating whistling sounds in the wind, as if intending to smash everything. Their target was very clear: Jon atop the Drakon.
When facing these two terrifying Cyclops, Jon showed no intention of retreating.
The Cyclops roared as they charged toward Jon, their steps heavy and powerful, making the ground tremble with every stride. Their eyes flashed with fierce light, as if they wanted to tear Jon to shreds.
"Hand of God!"
Just then, Jon, who had been riding on the Drakon's back, suddenly used this magic.
His eyes shone with determination as he stared intently at these two behemoths, as if he had already foreseen the coming victory.
And with the appearance of his Dark Sister in its staff form, terrifying lightning began to flash on the staff.
After the "Hand of God" magic was equipped, the staff also seemed to flash with bursts of terrifying lightning.
"Rumble…"
Following Jon's guidance, five bolts of lightning, shaped like a giant's palm, struck one of the incredibly tall Cyclops directly.
These lightning bolts were like the wrath of a god; they cut through the air in dazzling streaks of light and then violently slammed into the Cyclops.
The terrifying thunder struck down the Cyclops, and the monsters beside it were also flung away by the residual energy.
At this moment, the entire battlefield trembled, and all creatures felt the terrifying power emanating from the Hand of God.
The Cyclops' body instantly turned scorched black under the lightning attack. Its eye was filled with terror and defiance, but ultimately, it could not withstand this powerful force and collapsed onto the ground.
The monsters beside it were also flung away by the residual energy. Their bodies tumbled in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground, unable to rise again.
After Jon finished casting the spell, he turned his gaze toward the other Cyclops. Sensing Jon's scrutiny,
the Cyclops, which had just looked like it was "Peerless Under Heaven," was instantly terrified by Jon and took a step back.
But Jon clearly had no intention of letting it go, so the terrifying magical power quickly condensed on his staff once more.
"Roar, roar…"
After letting out a fearful whimper, the immensely tall Cyclops actually turned and fled. During its escape, many monsters were crushed under its feet.
"Boom…"
Unfortunately, no matter how fast the Cyclops ran, it couldn't outrun lightning. After being struck by the "Hand of God," this gigantic Cyclops was also reduced to a charred existence.
Jon's move instantly startled the Mutants. Just as these guys were preparing to use magic to attack Jon, countless Drakon Riders surged out from the forest behind Jon.
"Roar, roar…"
Under the control of the Riders, these Drakons charged toward the remaining monsters and quickly pierced through their formation.
When facing these monsters, one absolutely cannot let down their guard, so Jon continuously ordered the Drakon Riders to remain vigilant.
While Jon commanded the Drakon Riders to slaughter the monsters in the forest, the troops outside were already close to ending the battle.
Under the resistance and output of the Light Infantry, countless monsters became dead creatures beneath their spears and arrows. After nearly half an hour of slaughter,
Jon appeared before the three Mutants who had been restrained by the soldiers. Looking at their silver long hair and golden vertical pupils, Jon felt like he was looking at non-human beings.
Just as Jon was about to ask for information, one of the somewhat burly Mutants suddenly looked up and stared directly at Jon.
"This must be our first meeting, hello there, my former host!"
A voice imbued with an ancient aura suddenly came from the Mutant's mouth.
With the appearance of this voice, the space around Jon began to distort, and the Demon Dragon that had been behind Jon also woke up because of it.
In a dimension invisible to others, Jon also noticed this entity. It possessed an enormous head, a bestial face, and special twisted giant horns, looking incredibly terrifying.
Its body was massive, hideous, and terrifying, emitting a dreadful black light. At this moment, the entity was staring at Jon with a look of pure mockery.
In its blood-red eyes, no emotion seemed visible, but when Jon met its gaze, he saw all sorts of negative emotions.
"I already know many of your secrets. You have no idea what I possess!"
The Demon King was one of the final Bosses in the game Jon played in his previous life, and also the creator and true master of the Demon Stone.
According to legend, the Demon King is the creator of all monsters and their ultimate destination. Theoretically, as long as these monsters don't die, the Demon King will continue to live, as its soul and bloodline remain within the bodies of these bloodline descendants.
"You are in Valyria!"
"H-how did you know that!"
Just as the opponent was boasting incessantly, Jon unexpectedly said that sentence, and the opponent spoke with surprise after hearing Jon's words.
"The Demon Stone is still in my hands. In this world, the only places that can affect two continents are Valyria and the Land of Always Winter."
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