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He let out a terrified scream. Could I be next?
Tara burst into tears instantly, her voice trembling with sobs.
"Boss, don't treat me like this, I still have a lot of uses! I can still..."
However, his wailing stopped abruptly.
Because every tiny bit of light is gathering again where the Holy Lord disappeared.
Those points of light, like fireflies drawn by an invisible force, swirled and danced, gradually converging into a blurry human-shaped outline.
The outline is becoming clearer and more solid.
Finally, the light suddenly shone and spread outwards.
A figure stood there quietly.
He was a middle-aged man with a burly and robust build.
He wore a well-tailored black robe with intricate dragon patterns embroidered in dark gold thread along the edges, exuding understated luxury.
His face was handsome yet cold, carrying the majesty of an emperor who had long held a high position.
A pair of golden vertical pupils, like molten gold, gleamed with a cold and domineering light.
Beneath the black hair on his forehead, several fine, dark red dragon scales were faintly visible.
He simply stood there, his every move exuding both human elegance and the innate destructive pressure of the dragon race.
The Holy Lord looked down at his hands, which were no longer claws, but hands with distinct joints and full of power.
He felt the immense power within him, a power even more vast and pure than that of his peak.
Most importantly, he could no longer feel the oppressive force of the world's balance hanging over his head like the Sword of Damocles.
He is free.
His lips curled up uncontrollably.
He raised his head, opened his arms, and let out a roar that had suppressed his grievances and resentment for thousands of years.
The roar shook the dim, yellowish sky and earth.
"I have everything I need now!!"
After the roar, he slowly lowered his arm.
Those golden vertical pupils were fixed on Lin Ci, who was not far away.
Then, he took a step, walking towards Lin Ci.
Every step felt like it was treading on Tara's heart.
The palpable imperial pressure made Tara's ghostly head tremble.
This is a reckoning!
To finally vent the resentment of being imprisoned!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Tara gritted her teeth and instantly transformed into the red, muscular humanoid figure, blocking Lin Ci's way.
"Holy Lord, what are you doing!"
The Holy Lord ignored his obstruction; in his golden vertical pupils, there was only Lin Ci's figure.
He moved on.
Tara swallowed nervously, ready to fight to the death.
Finally, the Holy Lord walked up to Lin Ci, no more than a meter away.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Tara stared in utter shock.
This ancient demon lord, who had just been reborn and whose power had reached its peak in this life, acted without the slightest hesitation.
Heavy knees and pride slammed heavily onto the black earth, producing a dull thud.
He lowered his head, which had been proud for thousands of years.
Her lips trembled slightly, her voice tinged with barely suppressed sobs and excitement.
"Thank you, Boss, for giving me a new life."
Chapter 34 Fighting for the King
Lin Ci knew, of course, that the Holy Lord had no intention of rebelling.
The binding of the spirit into reality will ensure that the "spirit" remains absolutely loyal.
But he never expected the Holy Lord to kneel before him.
It seems that keeping his promise has truly made the old dragon extremely grateful.
"Holy Lord, this is what I promised you, you don't have to do this."
The Holy Lord stared directly at Lin Ci, his golden vertical pupils burning with an unprecedented fervor.
"No, boss, you promised, but I still need to thank you."
"From now on, I will live for you, boss. You can make me die anytime."
Lin Ci took the initiative to reach out and help the Holy Lord up.
"There's no need for me to die. I'll be traveling through many worlds in the future, and I'll need you to be my vanguard then. You're more important than you think."
The Holy Lord did not speak again, but simply lowered his head heavily.
Silence speaks louder than a thousand words.
Tara watched in stunned silence.
The solid and terrifying aura emanating from the Holy Lord caused even his illusory ghost face to flicker erratically.
Their strength seems to have increased significantly.
He couldn't hold back any longer and awkwardly moved closer.
"Hey boss, I want the Holy Lord one too. I want to increase my strength."
Lin Ci turned his head, a playful smile on his face.
"Didn't you tell me not to treat you like this?"
Tara's grimaces vanished instantly.
The next second, without hesitation, he knelt down and hugged Lin Ci's leg.
"Boss, I was just kidding, don't believe me!"
Lin Ci wanted to make a couple more sarcastic remarks.
But the words caught in his throat.
His gaze passed through the Holy Lord before him and looked toward the end of the dark horizon.
A slight tremor came from the cracked, scorched earth beneath my feet, as if some heavy, colossal thing was awakening in the distance.
Then came the sound.
The clash of swords and the thunderous roar of horses.
At first, it sounded like rumbling thunder, but in an instant, it coalesced into towering waves that crashed down from the distant horizon.
The Holy Lord's golden pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately sensed the overwhelming killing intent.
He turned around naturally and stood in front of Lin Ci.
"Boss, something's not right."
From behind, countless footsteps swept in as well.
Tara also jumped up and stood protectively behind Lin Ci.
He smelled the murderous aura, so strong it was almost tangible, spreading and approaching from all directions.
Lin Ci said no more.
He raised his hand, and a pure light shone from his palm towards Tara, who was still clinging to his leg.
As the light entered Tara, his body was instantly swallowed by the particle-like light points, only to be reshaped in the next second.
A man over two meters tall, with well-defined muscles and an explosive power, appeared in the spot.
His body was no longer an eerie red, but a normal skin color full of vitality.
Beneath every inch of skin lies a terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.
Tara looked down at her solid hands, feeling the unprecedented power within her, and her confidence surged instantly.
But he knew very well that now was not the time to express gratitude; protecting his boss was the top priority.
Almost at the same moment.
Ahead of Lin Ci, a black wave swept in, and countless dark figures converged into an army that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Behind him, a golden torrent surged forth, its quantity and scale surpassing even that of the torrent before him.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire world.
Lin Ci couldn't even make out their specific appearances; he could only see two blocks of black and gold that were devouring light, rapidly approaching.
A deafening roar erupted from the black military formation ahead.
The golden army formation behind them responded with the same roar.
Lin Ci's brows furrowed slightly.
Are you comparing numbers?
He had a thought in his mind.
The shadow beneath his feet, which belonged to him, spread rapidly to both sides like thick ink dripped into clear water, splitting into two jet-black streams of light.
The light rises and condenses into shape.