[Name: Dragon Slave (dragon_slave)]

[Skill Card Attribute: Active skill, disappears after one use]

[Skill Category: Spiritual Art]

[Effect: Borrows the power of the Crimson-Eyed Demon King to unleash a blow capable of destroying a city]

[Consumption: 50% of maximum stamina and all spirit energy (requires chanting before use)]

[Learning Conditions: 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 dragon slaying with a single strike.]

This skill was obtained by Yama in scroll form.

Since it is a one-time use consumable skill, no one knows the actual effect before casting 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 final, the four of Gods 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 location was unknown, then... Yama could consider using this move to launch indiscriminate damage.

Or, for example, if all four were alive but encountered an extremely powerful opponent or a dangerous situation that was difficult to deal with. In this case, there were two strategies: first, the other three would desperately buy Yama time to chant, launching a suicidal attack; second, the one they were currently using: finding a way to knock the opponent to a relatively distant and unavoidable position (such as high altitude), and then using Dragon Slave to kill them.

Of these two strategies, the latter was obviously more difficult. It required both proper skill coordination and a good grasp of timing.

Of course, for professional players, this was not a problem; it was just a matter of practicing a few more times...

Therefore, we saw this scene before us... The three of Gods cooperated seamlessly, each displaying their unique abilities, successfully pushing the invincible d1-Dragon into the air.

"Surpassing the darkness of twilight, surpassing the redness of blood, annihilated 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 were raised in front of her, a orange-red magic orb gradually lit up. A vortex-shaped 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 moment, 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 a control tactic..." This was the first time in d1-Dragon's life that he had revealed a look of panic.

Under the effect of [Weightless Contact], his control over his body was obviously reduced, and the impact of the bronze giant fist that had just struck had completely turned into thrust, causing him to climb continuously in the air.

At this moment, the location of the Dragon was surrounded by no bunkers, and there was no place to borrow strength. Although he could still move to a certain extent, in terms of the attack range of Dragon Slave, avoidance actions less than or equal to five hundred meters were 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 an ordinary derivative; he should have another name—"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 level one.

Therefore, Dragon has never experienced the situation of those low-level derivatives. He has never been hunted down 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 fourth-level derivative is like, and he does not know what "helplessness" feels like...

Dragon has never fought an enemy with a threat level above "Medium," and the tactical control options column has never been blank.

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

He is always accustomed to following the strategies in the tactical control options and crushing his opponents with power higher than theirs. When none of these conditions exist, he is like a soldier who has lost his firearms... 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 will grant them equal destruction..."

Finally... the incantation was nearing its end.

"Dragon Slave!" Yama finished the incantation and sent his hands forward.

In this instant, time seemed to freeze, and demonic energy cut through the void.

The dragon-slaying move carrying the power of the Demon King shot into the sky and blasted towards 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" corresponded to this "Dragon Slave."

In the sky, a light explosion resembling a blazing sun suddenly appeared, and a huge, spherical energy spread out... destroying everything within 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 Jianghu Studio, Dao Jian Xiao, couldn't help but exclaim as they watched the spectacle in the sky.

After witnessing the scene of the Lord of All Demons instantly killing Wu Sicanxuan at Blood Lake, the three of them decisively chose to go against that monster and set off in another direction. At this time, they were the group of players farthest from the exploding tunnel.

"The situation in this script is much more dangerous than we predicted..." Xiao Wen Cangtian murmured, "The previous sound wave, the later white beam of light, and now... God knows what that is... Anyway, they are all skills far beyond the tolerance of players. If hit head-on, there is no chance of survival."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Wudao Ke, who was usually more taciturn, interjected at this time.

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

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

"Hey, I was just being kind and came to find you..." Suddenly, another voice chimed in.

The expressions of Dao Jian Xiao's three people changed drastically. They immediately stood back to back in formation, each occupying a side, vigilantly searching for the source of the sound.

"You guys are recognized experts after all..." Devourer Ghost leisurely turned out from a street corner in front of them, "Don't you have that kind of impulse that '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 the skill was ready to be activated, "But I have to admit... you and us are not on the same level at all..."

Sometime in May, the three of Dao Jian Xiao encountered Ghost Xiao in a certain killing game. The result... was self-evident. In short, after that battle, many of the three people's common sense were completely broken, and their self-esteem as experts had been shattered into渣渣, and transformed into a fuel called "effort," which allowed their strength to improve a lot.

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

"Tch... good-for-nothings." Another voice sounded.

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

However, Cai Bupa Ne and Meng Jingchan also turned out from the alley behind Ghost Xiao.

Bupa looked at the three big shots of his guild with contempt, pouted and said, "What's there to be afraid of, he's shorter than me."

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

"Haha..." Meng Jingchan happened to walk to Ghost Xiao's side at this time. He moved the cigarette butt in his mouth to the corner of his mouth, looked at his colleague with a condescending look, and smiled, "Don't argue with that auntie, when you grow up... Ah!"

Before Brother Chan could finish speaking, he was kicked in the lower back by Bupa behind him, fell to the ground, and was quickly trampled on continuously by Bupa and Ghost Xiao.

"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!"

"Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!"

The two men repeated the lines that made them feel unhappy viciously, and their soles viciously trampled on Meng Jingchan's body.

"Okay... I was wrong..." Meng Jingchan rolled on the ground, covering his head, and quickly begged for mercy, "Hey! Enough is enough... I'm losing survival value!"

Dao Jian Xiao, who was standing a few meters away, was dumbfounded. The way the three of them were on the verge of drawing their swords seemed a bit redundant.

"What's the situation?" Kuangzong Jianying asked blankly.

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

As they spoke, the violence on the other side also stopped.

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

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

"Ah?" Meng Jingchan answered 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 hold some shame and integrity..." Ghost Xiao replied with narrowed eyes.

"Alas..." Bupa temporarily ignored the two of them, turned around and walked towards the three of his guild, "Let me explain the current situation..."