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Chapter 31 Don't Talk to Me Anymore! I'm Afraid Roya Will Misunderstand [2-in-1, Please Su
Chapter 31 Don't Talk to Me Anymore! I'm Afraid Roya Will Misunderstand [Two Chapters Combined, Please Subscribe!]
Fifth-tier Beast Tamer!
Tier 3 Mica Dragon!
Luo Ya confirmed that the man in white robes was indeed the Dragon Shepherd himself.
Moreover, he is very likely to be a disciple of the old beast tamer of the Mica Hunting Grounds and the leader of the Aiyuan Sky Hunting Group.
As for the Mica Dragon, Roya was unsure if it was the imprisoned entity that Emil had mentioned.
Even if it's not the main body, it's one of the other clones.
The poor Unseen Clan isn't even a mount; they've been used as Mr. Shepherd's airship!
However, the thought that others were being treated as food by their own kind made Roya feel better.
Inside the Blue Dragonfly cockpit.
Ron snapped out of his daze and was too frightened to speak.
Luo Ya immediately took over the loudspeaker with his bloodlust.
Furthermore, it tries its best to contain the blood energy and seal it inside the armor to prevent it from escaping and being devoured by the bloodthirsty worms.
Roya's voice came through the armored megaphone: "So, Mr. Arden isn't human?"
The moment it heard Roya's voice, the translucent cavity wall of the Mica Dragon trembled slightly.
A wisp of blue electric arc, lit by nerve cells, flashed by like fireworks.
Mr. Mulong was taken aback.
Transmitting sound through blood and qi?
The voice did not seem to come from the young pilot inside the armor, but from someone else.
No matter what, they are only first-level transcendents and first-level blood essence, not worth worrying about.
"I want to see what's so special about this armored vehicle. It carries a bounty of over a thousand, and even Mr. Arden specifically requested to obtain it—"
As for your question about whether Mr. Arden is human, if you survive, you should ask Mr. Arden yourself.
He beckoned to the inner wall of the Mica Dragon's cavity behind him, signaling it to open the Blue Dragonfly's cockpit door.
A thick tentacle slowly extended from the dome cavity.
The tentacles split into cutting blades and suction cups at their tips.
Just as the tentacles approached the cockpit door, Mr. Mu Long's furrowed brows relaxed.
Although he didn't find anything unusual about the Mica Dragon, he changed his mind as a precaution: "Wait, I'll do it myself!"
Before Mr. Mulong could even make a move—
suddenly!
The Blue Dragonfly's cockpit door suddenly popped open.
The swarm of bloodthirsty insects rushed forward.
However, the expected vigor was nowhere to be seen.
A thick, white steam billowed out.
Amidst the billowing steam, two dark figures shot out one after the other!
It traced a rapidly downward arc through the steam mist.
One punch after the other landed on Mr. Mulong's face!
Driven by its instinct to protect its master, the mica dragon's tentacles instantly lashed forward—
The large suction cup, half a meter wide, firmly gripped the dark figure!
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a mechanical prosthetic limb that extended an iron fist via a retractable iron cable.
Mr. Mulong raised his hand and grabbed the dark figure behind him.
It's the same mechanical iron fist!
"A little trick!"
Even a weak fifth-tier beast tamer's physical strength surpasses that of a first-tier superhuman whose mechanical arm is driven by blood energy.
suddenly!
The clenched iron fist crushed the poison sac hidden in the palm.
In an instant, the dispersed nerve gas blew towards Mr. Mulong's face.
Mr. Mulong's face stiffened.
It opened its mouth and inhaled all the poisonous gas, then removed the dough that had been faked by facehuggers and mica dragons.
He revealed a middle-aged, round face that was exactly the same as before, but slightly smaller, and snorted coldly: "Although you are not my target, in the face of absolute power, any number of sneak attacks are futile. Be obedient, and I may allow you to meet your sister."
He gripped his iron fist and pulled back sharply!
However, to his surprise, the boy's robotic arm had a telescopic rope that was over ten meters long.
With a dark expression, he tugged and tugged, managing to pull the boy out of the cockpit for several seconds.
Only then did they realize that he was just a short, prosthetic-armed boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, with a sallow complexion and delayed physical development.
He carried a simple mechanical watch that transmitted sound, exactly the same as the one worn by the Mica Dragon clone.
He angrily crushed the mechanical watch, but found no trace of blood, and breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other side, the Mica Dragon's tentacle suction cups twisted off the boy's left prosthetic fist and retracted into its main body.
Ron felt like a chick caught by an eagle. The enormous size and level difference terrified him. His heart pounded, and even his mechanical watch vibrated.
However, despite his sallow and emaciated face, he gritted his teeth and remained steadfast, showing no fear in his eyes, and sneered, "You dare to ambush and run away from your own factory? You can't beat Captain Roya!"
Mr. Mulong determined that the boy was past the age of rebirth and could not be used to cultivate dragon crystals.
He sighed softly, a look of regret on his face, and slowly reached out to press his hand on Ron's forehead.
He was startled; the boy's head was small, and could be held in one hand.
"This crippled body is better replaced entirely with machinery. If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll send you on your way."
As he spoke, he exerted a little force with his fingertips, and with a crack, he crushed the boy's skull.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall, instantly covering Ron's small face.
However, the boy grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Captain Roya only torments the strong and protects the weak; you are far inferior to him."
"Ha, Captain Roya already knew your identity. You are Prince Will Tully, the crown prince who escaped during the coup in the Seabuckthorn Kingdom more than twenty years ago!"
"You know too much."
Mr. Mulong's brow furrowed coldly, and he crushed the brains with a single hand.
Countless blood-sucking worms swarmed onto his right hand and the boy's shattered skull.
With a rustling sound, in the blink of an eye, the brain matter was completely licked away.
"The little guys look so happy. If your 'Heart of Fire' wasn't worth some money, you'd probably use it to feed the worms too—hmm?"
suddenly!
Mr. Mulong realized something was wrong.
The mica dragon appears to be showing signs of poisoning.
The body is becoming stiff and has deviated from its intended course.
From far away from the Sky Island, it flies out of the spherical storm cloud, then circles inward around the storm cloud, and will soon return to the Sky Island.
"Could it be that you've also been infected with a neurotoxin?"
He immediately reached out and pressed his hand against the inner wall of the mica dragon's cavity.
No traces of neurotoxins were found; only the activity of some nerve cells was suppressed, while that of others was abnormally active.
That was a clone named "Emile" from the Mica Hunting Grounds, which was fused with the Mica Dragon.
But he had already washed away the memories of this clone through the dyed neurotoxin, so why is it still active?
Moreover, unfamiliar memories actively circulate between different nerve cells and even merge with the nerve cells of the Mica Dragon!
Indistinguishable, inseparable —
"That's impossible!"
The memory of a second-tier mica dragon, whose activity has been washed away, could never surpass the memory of a third-tier mica dragon!
"Unless something foreign invades—"
Mr. Mulong became wary.
He immediately dispersed his blood energy to support the Mica Dragon as it raised its wings and resumed its course.
He immediately looked around to find the problem.
The dragonfly-shaped Tier 1 armor was squeezed into the center of the cavity by the bloated gas from the Mica Dragon's abdomen, leaving its feet dangling in the air.
The only point of contact is—
The Mica Dragon's tentacles had blocked a punch for him, then twisted off the boy's iron fist and retracted into its main body.
It only took a few seconds!
Moreover, he had specifically observed the blood energy and poison attack beforehand, and discovered the poison sac tightly clenched in his rear fist in advance, which is why he chose to catch it himself.
After that, his attention was focused on the mechanical watch with a sound transmission function worn on the boy's chest, and he didn't pay attention to the unremarkable first punch.
Pick up the broken left fist from the ground; no problem.
He turned around, grabbed the boy's left shoulder, and ripped off the entire left arm. Only then did he realize that inside the spiral iron rope of the boy's left arm was a slender, hollow iron worm carcass!
The sharp tip of the iron wire still bore traces of anesthetic, blood, and mica dragon nerve cell fluid.
Mr. Mulong looked astonished, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"I admit your sneak attack skills are superior to mine, but with just this little bit of first-tier blood energy, you think you can control a third-tier mica dragon? Unless you're a beast tamer with talent far surpassing mine!"
However, his pet Mica Dragon was struggling to accelerate its descent towards the sky island, appearing to be in great pain.
Mr. Mulong frowned.
I always felt that this pain was more like pleasure.
"Mica Dragon, even you dare betray me?"
The Mica Dragon couldn't speak; it just struggled and transformed, twisting its body and crashing down onto the sky island!
Mr. Mulong's blood and energy had long since been digested.
There was no trace of Roya's bloodlust—
In other words, were you doing this voluntarily?
Does being a hunter really bring you so much joy?
For a Beastmaster, being remotely NTR'd by a Mechanic is the greatest humiliation!
At this moment, Emil controlled part of the vocal nerves and let out a muffled, maniacal laugh: "Hahahaha, you are such a pathetic wretch!"
Your teacher would rather put a mechanical cage on my burning crystal than let me lose my human intelligence, so that I can be a good bait.
You boast that your beast-taming talent far surpasses your teacher's, yet you control beasts through blood energy and neural networks—this isn't beast taming, this is mechanic work, this is puppetry.
Your so-called talent is nothing more than being more obedient to Arden than your teacher. Arden fed you more and better quality dragon crystals precisely because your talent is mediocre and easier to control.
The suppressed neuropsychic abilities of the Mica Dragon, once stimulated by me in a way that is close to human pleasure, will naturally become active and no longer under your control.
You are neither a true beast tamer nor a true mechanic; you can neither be a king nor a hunter. You are nothing but a pathetic wretch!
Mr. Mulong's eyes widened in horror, and his blood pressure soared.
Before anyone knew it, his right hand had already raised a pneumatic poison dart gun, slowly aiming it at the direction of the Mica Dragon Burning Crystal.
His swollen face regained its usual cruelty and composure.
"Perhaps it's time to breed new mica dragons."
boom!
The gun didn't fire.
The cannon fired.
An anti-aircraft gun from the Spinosaurus pierced through the outer layer of the storm cloud and accurately hit the Mica Dragon!
Mr. Mulong forcibly controlled the Mica Dragon's body after it was hit, instantly deflecting the cannonball.
The shell exploded ten meters away!
The Mica Dragon was hit by artillery shells and blasts, its body was charred and shattered, and it rolled on the outer layer of the storm cloud.
Then came the second shot, the third shot—
Inside his churning abdomen, Mr. Mulong, his hair disheveled, barely managed to steady himself.
"It turns out to be my good nephew Willie Tully! That good-for-nothing from back then has grown up and dared to lay a hand on his uncle!"
Coming to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had not completely lost control of the Mica Dragon!
He can also control some of his transformation and defensive capabilities.
It was just that some of its neural circuits were disrupted by Emile, making it unable to maintain stable flight!
So-called freedom.
Ha ha.
He controlled the Mica Dragon, constantly bouncing through the barrage of attacks.
Even though the Mica Dragon was blown to pieces, he showed no pity and even regarded the bombardment as a punishment of fate.
"I almost fell for your tricks, you ants! A mere Tier 1 Mechanic trying to outdo me in Beast Taming? It's utterly laughable!"
He put away the poisoned spear, his hair disheveled, and hovered steadily in mid-air in his abdomen, feeling incredibly exhilarated!
Until a chill ran down my spine—
A merciless iron hand, sandy yellow and a meter long, pierced through the back of the Mica Dragon with a single punch!
The iron fist opened into a palm in his abdomen and grabbed his upper body from head to abdomen!
From the steam cannon muzzle in his palm, an iron wire extended and burrowed into his body along his nasal cavity, firmly binding his throbbing heart.
"You almost got away!"
Luo Ya, who had finally arrived at the battlefield, breathed a long sigh of relief.
I glanced at the fusion of the Mica Dragon and Emir.
It's confirmed to be the original!
He glanced again at Ron, who was covered in blood and had broken prosthetics in the Blue Dragonfly cockpit.
He's not completely dead.
The extraordinary ability called self-healing has been activated!
It seems he wasn't too late after all.
The yellow Sand Guardian, carrying the Mica Dragon, with steam roaring from its foot tubes and back tubes, maintained an upright posture and slowly retreated from the storm layer.
At this moment, in the center of the Mica Dragon's abdominal cavity, lies the iron hand.
Mr. Mulong's vision went black.
From head to toe, inside and out, I was held firmly.
The slightest movement will result in instant death!
The sound of gunfire outside has stopped.
A voice came through the loudspeaker: "Use blood energy to control the Mica Dragon's neural network—Emile was right, Beastmaster isn't for you. Learn mechanics with me!"
Pouring it out is also an option.
Mr. Mulong thought that with the sand worms binding the yellow sand guards, he would have enough time to catch the blue dragonfly and go to Arden to report back.
Unexpectedly, the Spinosaurus was remotely controlled, the demonic Spiritual Sense was accidentally killed, and even the Mica Dragon was remotely turned to the side.
It was as if an invisible net was following him everywhere, trapping him with no way to escape.
As a newcomer, you're being ridiculously overpowered!
Mr. Mulong secretly transmitted his divine thoughts to the Mica Dragon using his blood energy: "Mica Dragon, quickly block his exhaust pipe!"
In an instant!
In the abdominal dome of the mica, individual sky-blue nerve arcs illuminate, forming a dense network of nerves.
Like a net in the sky, it is wide yet leaves nothing out.
Only now did the Mica Dragon stop pretending to be stupid and choose to completely merge with Emil, joining the three-person aerial hunting team.
A hollow dome, with a tentacle extending downwards.
The tentacles slowly transformed, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a red-eyed girl with wings on her back, wearing a blue dress and dragon horns on her head.
The girl spread her wings and flew steadily in mid-air, looking down at the pitiful man who called himself Mr. Shepherd of Dragons and whose life hung by a thread.
"I, the last emperor of the Formless Clan, would do something as despicable as blocking someone's exhaust pipe? Prevention is worse than cure; you failed miserably because you don't understand this principle!"
Don't tell anyone about that!
Good news, the Mica Dragon has concealed its will.
Bad news—Will Tully could barely speak, his voice trembling with barely suppressed sobs: "Even you're betraying me?"
The girl sneered, "Roya gave me a kind of happiness you never gave me, and you didn't even give me a name—don't talk to me anymore, I'm afraid Roya will misunderstand."
Damn, no wonder they're from the Invisible Clan, their bodies are so flexible!
Will Tully, unable to contain his anger, also pulled his legs back and bent backward, displaying a skillful kneeling posture.
Just like back then, he knelt before Arden.
Now that things have come to this, Arden still hasn't appeared, probably because he has given up on his ideals and gone far away.
"Captain Roya, you're right! I don't have the talent of a beast tamer. I like mechanics—I can be a hunter too, and I can learn mechanics from you!"
To Luo Ya's surprise, in such a large supernatural factory, the number two and number three figures were merely rank-based and not really anyone significant.
A beast tamer who calls himself a dragon shepherd, who fled his homeland, has no children, and wanders around seeking masters, is by no means a king.
A pastor who claims to have spiritual insight, who self-anestheses himself, resorts to any means to devour people, and ultimately falls into demonic possession, is no wise man.
Roya suddenly lost interest in Ardennes.
He even suspected that Arden had already fled.
"I killed your teacher, I killed your junior brother, and I haven't killed you yet, just because I want to hear—the story of Arden, about why he caught the Blue Dragonfly."