【Name: Dragon Slave (dragon_slave)】

【Skill Card Attributes: Active skill, disappears after one use】

【Skill Category: Spiritual Art】

【Effect: Borrowing the power of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King to unleash a blow capable of destroying a city】

【Consumption: 50% of maximum Stamina and all Spiritual Energy (requires chanting before use)】

【Learning Requirements: General Specialization A, unlock Spiritual Art Specialization】

【Remarks: One of the highest-level black magic spells, created by the ancient sage Rein Magnus, named for his slaying of a dragon with this move.】

This skill was obtained by Yama in the form of a scroll.

Because it is a one-time use skill, no one knows the actual effect before releasing it. However, judging from the skill description and the depiction in the original work, it is no exaggeration to describe the power of this move as earth-shattering.

Before the finals, the four of Zhushen regarded Dragon Slave as a "last resort," so they had already agreed on the preconditions for using this skill and preset several tactics.

For example, if two of the four had been killed, and the number of remaining enemies was greater than or equal to two, and their positions were unknown, then... Yama could consider using this move to launch indiscriminate damage.

Or, for example, if all four were still alive, but encountered an extremely powerful opponent or a dangerous situation that was difficult to deal with, there were two strategies in this case. The first was: three people would fight to the death to buy Yama time to chant and launch a suicide attack; the second was the one they were using now: try to knock the opponent into a relatively distant and unavoidable position (such as high in the sky), and then use Dragon Slave to kill them.

Of these two strategies, the latter is obviously more difficult. It requires proper skill coordination and precise timing.

Of course, for professional players, this is not a problem. It's just a matter of practicing a few more times...

Therefore, we have seen the scene before us... The three of Zhushen cooperated seamlessly, each displaying their magical powers, and successfully pushed the invincible d1-Dragon into the air.

"Surpassing the darkness of dusk, surpassing the red of blood, submerged in the torrent of time, in your great name, I swear to darkness here..."

The sound of chanting, like a spiritual illusion, stirred up the agitation of energy.

Between Yama's hands, which she held in front of her, a orange-red magic ball gradually lit up. A vortex-like updraft suddenly appeared around her, blowing up her purple hair, and the half of her face that was always covered by her bangs was rarely revealed.

At the same time, on the data analysis interface in d1-Dragon's eyes, what he saw was still...

Tactical Control Options:

——？？？。

Survival Probability:

——32%...30%...28%...

"You've got to be kidding me... I can't even analyze the control tactics..." This was the first time in d1-Dragon's life that he showed a look of panic.

Under the effect of [Weightless Contact], his control over his body was significantly reduced, and the impact of the bronze giant fist that had just hit him was completely transformed into thrust, causing him to continue to rise in the air.

At this moment, the location of the Dragon, there are no shelters around, and no place to use leverage. Although he can still make a certain degree of movement, but in terms of the Dragon Slave's attack range, avoidance actions less than or equal to five hundred meters are meaningless...

"What to do... what to do!" Dragon repeated this question to himself, his face turning pale, and the calm attitude he had before disappeared.

Because... he felt "fear."

In fact, d1-Dragon is not a general derivative; he should have another title—"originator."

Unlike those derivatives born from system redundancy, Dragon is a special individual created by Link, one of the three leaders of Origin. From the moment he was born, he was already Level 1.

Therefore, Dragon has never experienced the situations of those low-level derivatives. He has not been chased by GMs in the script; he has no experience of struggling for survival on the edge of life and death; he does not know what the data analysis interface of a Level 4 derivative looks like, and he does not know what "helplessness" feels like...

Dragon has never fought an enemy with a threat level of "medium" or higher, and the tactical control option column has never appeared blank.

To put it simply, d1-Dragon, who was born a strong man, lacks the combat experience of being a weak man.

He is always accustomed to following the strategies in the tactical control options and using strength higher than the opponent to crush them. When these conditions do not exist, he is like a soldier who has lost his firearm... Even when facing a native with a spear, he will be at a loss.

"To all the foolish things that stand in our way, with our power, we grant them equal destruction..."

Finally... the incantation, approached the end.

"Dragon Slave!" Yama finished the spell and sent her hands forward.

In this instant, time seemed to freeze, and magic energy pierced through the void.

The dragon-slaying move, carrying the power of the Demon King, soared into the sky and bombarded the distraught d1-Dragon.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was fate... just like the stories of Zhuiqing Mountain, Duanmi Ravine, and Luofeng Slope... the only Chinese character in the name "d1-Dragon" corresponds to this "Dragon Slave."

In the sky, a light explosion resembling a blazing sun burst forth, and a huge, spherical energy spread out... destroying everything in its range.

A masterpiece of the Origin Organization was thus... taken away by an A-level consumable skill.

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"Holy crap... this is going against the heavens." In another part of the city, the three great experts of the Jianghu studio, Dao Jian Xiao, couldn't help but exclaim as they watched the spectacle in the sky.

After witnessing the scene of the leader of the demons killing Wu Sicanxuan at Blood Lake, the three of them decisively chose to run away from that monster and headed in another direction. At this time, they were the group of players farthest away from the Baoming Tunnel.

"The situation in this script is much more dangerous than we predicted..." Xiao Wen Cangtian muttered, "The sonic boom earlier, the white beam of light later, and now... God knows what that is... In short, they are all skills that are far beyond the tolerance of players. If hit head-on, there is absolutely no chance of survival."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Wu Dao Ke, who is usually more taciturn, interjected at this time.

"Heh..." Kuangzong Jianying smiled when he heard the words, "In that case... Tun Tian Guixiao might be killed somewhere else, right?"

"Yeah." Xiao Wen Cangtian responded, "Indeed... I don't want to fight that kid either."

"Hey, I came to find you guys out of good intentions..." Suddenly, another voice chimed in.

The expressions of Dao Jian Xiao all changed drastically. They immediately stood back to back in a defensive formation, each guarding one side, vigilantly searching for the source of the voice.

"You guys are recognized experts anyway..." Tun Tian Guixiao leisurely turned out from a street corner in front, "Don't you have the urge to 'the stronger the opponent, the more I want to fight him'?"

"Although I don't want to say it..." Kuangzong Jianying's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, and his skill was charging up, "But I have to admit... you and us are not on the same level at all..."

Sometime in May, Dao Jian Xiao encountered Guixiao in a certain killing game. The result... goes without saying. In short, after that battle, many of the three people's common sense was completely shattered, and their self-esteem as experts was shattered into residue and transformed into a fuel called "effort," which greatly improved their strength.

However... precisely because they knew where the gap lay, they believed that with their current strength, they still could not shake the person in front of them.

"Tch... wimp." Another voice sounded.

Kuangzong Jianying instantly recognized who the speaker was, and he immediately showed a bewildered expression.

However, Cai Bu Pa Ne and Meng Jingchan also turned out of the alley behind Guixiao.

Bu Pa looked at the three big shots of his guild with a contemptuous look, and pouted, "What's there to be afraid of? He's shorter than me."

"What does this have to do with height?" Guixiao turned around and roared.

"Haha..." Meng Jingchan happened to walk up to Guixiao at this time. He moved the cigarette butt in his mouth to the corner of his mouth, looked down at his colleague with a condescending gaze, and smiled, "Don't bother with that auntie, when you grow up... ah!"

Before Brother Chan could finish speaking, Bu Pa kicked him in the lower back from behind, causing him to fall to the ground, and he was quickly subjected to continuous trampling by Bu Pa and Guixiao.

"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!"

"Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!"

The two of them repeated the lines that made them feel uncomfortable in their mouths, and stomped their feet fiercely on Meng Jingchan's body.

"Okay... I was wrong..." Meng Jingchan hugged his head and rolled around, quickly begging for mercy, "Hey! That's enough... I'm losing survival points!"

Dao Jian Xiao, who were standing several meters away, were dumbfounded. The three of them looked like they were on the verge of fighting, but instead they seemed a bit superfluous.

"What's going on?" Kuangzong Jianying asked in a daze.

"Well... if the scene in front of us is not an illusion, then the situation is probably... Bu Pa has formed an alliance with the two people in front of him in some way." Xiao Wen Cangtian replied.

As they were talking, the violence on the other side also stopped.

Meng Jingchan stood up and reluctantly glanced at the cigarette butt and spilled beer that had fallen on the ground. Two seconds later, he patted the dust off his body and took out another bottle of beer from his baggage...

Seeing this, even Guixiao couldn't help but show a look of surprise: "I said... how much of this meaningless stuff did you bring?"

"Ah?" Meng Jingchan replied while taking out a cigarette from his pocket, "What do you think I expanded my baggage to thirty slots for?"

"How about squeezing out two slots to put in some shame and integrity..." Guixiao replied with narrowed eyes.

"Sigh..." Bu Pa temporarily ignored the two of them and turned to face the three members of his guild, "Let me explain the current situation..."