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Dragon Warrior

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Ghosts converge, the world is plunged into cold darkness. The dark ruler Demon King Evil Sea and his entourage constantly expanded their power, divided the territory to rule brutally, and spread horrible death. White bones piled up like mountains, the unwholesome souls carrying sky-high resentment also gradually turned into demons, momentarily becoming a bunch of underworld soldiers who obeyed under the control of the Demon King. Human history will soon be erased all traces, the beautiful days may only be in a vague memory! But somewhere in this world, the great Sun still shines every warm ray, nurturing the green sprouts of life. The fire of enthusiasm about the desire for peace is still smoldering, just waiting for a certain wind to burn brightly. Thai Binh Hamlet is remote, this place is surrounded by the solid wall of Dan Xa bronze citadel, it is located at the foot of the majestic Thien Son mountain of Thien Vuong Van Tu. It was also in this place that the monks from the monastic world of Thien Vuong Van Tu, carrying in their body the power of pure justice, were still diligently setting up military formations to uphold the strict vigil. Their mission is to protect the people of Thai Binh Hamlet against the formidable Magical Force from outside Dan Xa citadel, day and night. Remember the old years when the Fairy Master - Chu Su Co led Thien Vuong Van Tu to confront the Demon King Evil Sea and his encirclement. At that time, the battle between the good and the evil was extremely fierce, many people were lying down forever, blood stained the autumn afternoon. Also because the power of the Demon King was too strong, Thien Vuong Van Tu failed to retreat to Thien Son mountain to entrench.

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    Chapter 1: Shadows of the Primeval Forest

    The night was so still you could hear your own breath. A thick fog, cold and chilling like a wet blanket, covered the ground, seeping into every crevice, every leaf. Each wisp of white mist was a breath of winter, carrying the scent of cold earth and dampness. A gentle breeze, not a strong wind, but sudden bursts of icy air, would momentarily part the fog, revealing fleeting glimpses of the obscured landscape, only to be swallowed again by the mist. A numbing chill spread through the skin, as if the very bones were trembling with cold. The moon, weak and hazy, offered only a meager illumination, leaving much of the scene shrouded in mysterious darkness. "Where are we?" Drakon asked, his voice hoarse, his breath misting in the frigid air. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, trying to see through the heavy darkness. Only a weak, hazy moonlight illuminated a small portion of the trail ahead. Blackfang was silent for a moment, then sighed. "I don't know. But this smell of damp earth and

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    Chapter 1: Shadows of the Primeval Forest
    The night was so still you could hear your own breath. A thick fog, cold and chilling like a wet blanket, covered the ground, seeping into every crevice, every leaf. Each wisp of white mist was a breath of winter, carrying the scent of cold earth and dampness. A gentle breeze, not a strong wind, but sudden bursts of icy air, would momentarily part the fog, revealing fleeting glimpses of the obscured landscape, only to be swallowed again by the mist. A numbing chill spread through the skin, as if the very bones were trembling with cold. The moon, weak and hazy, offered only a meager illumination, leaving much of the scene shrouded in mysterious darkness. "Where are we?" Drakon asked, his voice hoarse, his breath misting in the frigid air. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, trying to see through the heavy darkness. Only a weak, hazy moonlight illuminated a small portion of the trail ahead. Blackfang was silent for a moment, then sighed. "I don't know. But this smell of damp earth and
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    Chapter 2: Armoured Ones
    The air crackled with chaotic energy, a volatile storm brewing, a palpable sense of impending doom settling over the scene. "Hmph... I arrived uninvited, and I depart as I see fit. Can you prevent me?" Drakon's arrogance was a tangible thing, a challenge thrown into the teeth of the gathering storm. "The path is open to all. Why would we obstruct your passage?" a voice replied, smooth as polished obsidian. "Lies!" Blackfang snarled, his fury a palpable thing. But before he could unleash his own power, a massive, ancient black iron chain, impossibly swift, descended from the gnarled branches of an ancient tree, a dark streak against the dim moonlight, slamming into the earth with earth-shattering force. For a heartbeat, the shadow of the chain threatened to engulf Blackfang, but the villain's triumph was fleeting. With impossible speed, Blackfang vanished from the path of the descending weapon. "Raaargh!" The massive iron chain, forged of impossibly strong metal, its links thick a
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    Chapter 3: The Masked Assassin
    Killer’s arrogance was a palpable thing, a suffocating wave of menace washing over the ravaged landscape. "This land, eight hundred miles in every direction, is the territory of the Armoured Ones. You dare trespass here? I shall gladly grant you a grave within these lands, a gift to our king," he declared, his voice dripping with self-assured cruelty. The words were a blatant display of power, a deliberate attempt to intimidate. He reveled in his perceived dominance, the chilling certainty of his own invincibility radiating from him like heat from a forge. Drakon’s response was a carefully calculated move, a subtle shift in the power dynamic. His smile was serene, almost unsettling in its calm amidst the looming threat. "Indeed, death follows my words," he said, his voice a low, resonant hum that cut through Killer’s bluster. "My methods are… brutal. Before I end me, may I ask one final question?" The question hung in the air, a challenge veiled in politeness, a subtle assertion of hi
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    Chapter 4: Aggressive scorpion
    Each drop of crystalline water, like a flawless gem, cascaded from the inky sky, the downpour intensifying with every passing moment. "Rain? The Armored Ones' territory has always been frigid. Why this sudden deluge?" Killer mused, perched high in the ancient tree. "Could it be caused by that brat's flames? But wait..." He watched, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Remarkable. The rain is torrential, yet the fire not only persists but burns even brighter." A grudging respect bloomed in his thoughts. "That brat possesses unexpected talent." Killer hesitated, his earlier confidence shaken, delaying his attack on Drakon. "Rumble..." A jagged bolt of lightning ripped across the parched sky, momentarily illuminating the vast, inky expanse. "Drakon! Are you going to use *that*? Is he really that powerful?" Blackfang hissed urgently to his comrade, his gaze fixed on the mystical runes Drakon had etched into the sky. Nine celestial thunders crackled around them, the wind a howling gale,
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    Chapter 5: Legendary Sword
    Killer's voice, a surprised growl, cut through the din of battle. "What in blazes is that? That gigantic circle?" He craned his neck, eyes wide with disbelief, gazing at the swirling runes above. Blackfang's cheer was a joyous sound amidst the carnage. "Excellent work, Drakon! You did it!" Relief flooded his voice. Drakon, his left hand outstretched, declared, "Dawnbreaker descends." His fiery fingertip traced a path towards the colossal circle of arcane runes, the gesture igniting a furious dragon of pure flame. The beast soared towards the glyphs, its passage cleaving through clouds and wind, the rain instantly evaporating into steam beneath its scorching breath. Thunder boomed, lightning cracked across the sky in dazzling displays, and the dragon's roar, a sound of untamed power and incandescent fury, seemed to shake the very foundations of the heavens. Killer's gaze hardened, fixed on Drakon with a newfound intensity. "Now I understand the source of that immense power Iron Serpe
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    Chapter 6: The Scorpion King's Farewell
    "My iron mace... defeated? Unbelievable!" Killer roared, his face contorted in a mask of furious disbelief, veins throbbing like angry serpents beneath his blackened skin. The rage that twisted his features was a palpable thing, a storm of raw, untamed power that crackled in the air, a tempest unlike anything Drakon had ever witnessed. It was the fury of a god denied, the wrath of a soul consumed by darkness. "Is that your true form?" Drakon asked, his voice calm, a stark contrast to the maelstrom of chaotic energy surrounding Killer. He observed the shifting form with a detached curiosity, his eyes twin embers burning with an unwavering intensity. Black smoke and distorted flesh writhed in a grotesque ballet, a horrifying chimera of human and demonic, a constantly shifting, nightmarish tapestry of corrupted flesh and shadow. It was a terrifying spectacle, a chaotic symphony of power, a testament to the depths of depravity Killer had plumbed in his pursuit of unholy strength. The very
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    Chapter 7: The Thousand-Year Serpent
    The deluge roared, a monstrous beast gnawing at the foundations of the world. Drakon, his face etched with grim determination, shouted over the tempest, "BlackFang, ascend! The flood claims all that lingers low!" BlackFang, small against the fury of the storm, felt a tremor of fear. *I can't fly like him,* he thought, a silent plea echoing in his heart. Yet, obedience was ingrained, a reflex honed by years of rigorous training. He launched himself into the churning waters, the icy grip of the flood a chilling embrace. "Higher! Higher still!" Drakon's voice was a lifeline in the maelstrom. Then, a miracle. A spark, incandescent and fierce, bloomed within BlackFang's eyes. A miniature Drakon, a blazing sun in miniature, coalesced around him, its fiery essence lifting him effortlessly into the air. He soared, a tiny speck against the vast, grey canvas of the storm, a testament to the power he now wielded. BlackFang's voice, a whisper against the thunder, cut through the chaos. "I've m
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    Chapter 8: Night Crow
    "This sensation…" Drakon murmured, a low thrum resonating in his voice. BlackFang's voice was barely a whisper. "The Sunfire Drake is awakening…" "This serpent… its power is immense to trigger such a primal response," Drakon said, his voice tight with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He could feel the surge of heat coursing through his veins, a potent energy building within him, demanding release. The sigil on his left wrist pulsed, the ancient runes struggling to contain the Sunfire Drake's power, a desperate attempt to keep the immense energy from erupting. If unleashed, even Drakon might be unable to control the Sunfire Slayer. "This sensation…" Drakon murmured, a low thrum resonating in his voice, a primal tremor that echoed the rising power within him. BlackFang's voice was barely a whisper, tinged with awe and apprehension. "The Sunfire Drake is awakening…" "This serpent… its power is immense to trigger such a primal response," Drakon said, his voice tight with a mixture o
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    Chapter 9: Blood Netherworld
    The Iron Serpent's words were barely out when a cluster of grotesque, obsidian-scaled snakes slithered towards the victim. The dying man, his body wracked with pain, could only groan as the snakes, with terrifying precision, sank their fangs deep into his flesh. The screams ceased abruptly, the final, desperate gasps for air silenced. Killer watched, his gaze fixed on the snakes' fangs. Initially, a bright red liquid—the victim's blood—filled the needle-sharp points. But as the deadly venom mixed with the blood, the crimson hue darkened, transforming into a sinister black. Killer understood. These weren't ordinary snakes. The Iron Serpent's snakes possessed a unique adaptation, a horrifying evolution bred by the Armored Ones: they consumed human blood, a perverse fulfillment of their predatory instincts. "Well done, Iron Serpent. You've executed the Bound Demon King's orders with efficiency," Night Shadow Crow complimented, his voice devoid of warmth. "Indeed. Please convey my resp
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    Chapter 10: The Netherworld's Embrace
    A low, guttural hiss filled the air—"Shh… Shh…"—followed by a series of heavy, rasping breaths—"Huh… Huh… Huh…" The air crackled with anticipation, thick with the stench of sulfur and blood. Night Shadow Crow, his obsidian eyes fixed on the Bound Demon King, muttered, "The ritual… it's taking hold." He gripped Slaughter Blade, its wicked curve gleaming faintly in the infernal light. Killer, the Scorpio God, his voice a low rumble, observed, "The power… it's almost palpable. I can feel it resonating in my very bones." He adjusted the massive chain slung across his shoulder, the metallic clang a stark counterpoint to the creature's unearthly glow. The Bound Demon King's form pulsed with an unnatural light, its surface glowing with an intense luminescence. Countless black tendrils, like writhing shadows, erupted from its body, lashing out wildly, striking the air with the force of a thousand blows. The surface of the creature boiled, the blood and venom churning in a maelstrom of activ
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