A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

Mu Xingzi has always valued Lin Jianlu the most, and even if she still has some respect for Nie Wan, she can't care about that now.

Nie Wan immediately granted her request. Although she didn't have much power left, she still transferred all of Gong Wuduhe's power to Long Zhan Yuye Dao.

In the golden light of the dragons battling in the wilderness, there was an immediate sense of liquid flowing.

The shimmering waves were arranged neatly like dragon scales, and on each scale, the light cycled from strong to weak and then back to strong.

In this cycle, the dragon's attributes in the wild rise steadily, and the condensed dragon tail transforms from ethereal to real, with skin growing beneath the scales and blood flowing beneath the skin.

The whipping motion is more powerful, and the swinging motion carries the unique aura of a dragon.

The stench of blood in the spatial rift suddenly intensified, finally forcing the long-immobile paladin to launch a counterattack.

The power belonging to someone else that was on the warhammer disappeared, replaced by a more intense yet more ethereal white holy light erupting from the spatial rift.

The clanging and clattering sounds of the dragon's tail colliding with some kind of iron object rang out continuously.

When Nie Wan was commanding Yinghua in battle before, she was very familiar with this sound, and she immediately recognized it as the sound of a short hook.

Only a short hook makes such a crisp, clean sound, with almost no friction. Even a short sword, when resisting the lash of a dragon's tail, is unlikely to avoid friction.

Nie Wan could sense even more.

This short hook is an oracle tool, its power similar to Michael's feather, but sharper.

It wasn't very powerful, but the person who used it had a deep understanding of the oracle, and managed to hold off the Gongwu River for a short time thanks to it.

Nie Wan raised an eyebrow slightly, walked past the mad dragon who was frantically tidying up the books scattered all over the ground after pulling Lin Jianlu out from the banana leaves, and came to the spatial rift. She raised her hand and covered the blade of the dragon fighting in the wild.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone who could defy the divine decree to cross the river without resistance.

She really wanted to challenge this person.

The moment the hand covered the blade, a torrent of water enveloped the entire long sword.

The golden scales emerging from the blade became increasingly solid, and the radiance on each scale rotated more rapidly and clearly, like countless suns and moons rising and setting, appearing and spreading out on the blade one by one.

The dragon scales stretched endlessly into the crack. Although it was only a single dragon tail, the pressure it exuded was close to that of a whole real dragon. With an incomparably fierce aura, it was determined to sweep through every part of the crack and then whip it to pieces.

But that pesky hook, though small, was incredibly sharp, piercing into the last segment of the coccyx and seizing the vital part of the tail.

The blond, blue-eyed paladin gripped the hook tightly, his body swaying with his tail.

The short hook was not only sharp at the tip, but also thin at the hilt. It was gripped tightly by the paladin's hands and had cut deep into his flesh, blood seeping out continuously as he was flung into the air along with his body.

His face was deathly pale and he was covered in sweat, yet he did not relax for a moment.

Nie Wan took in his appearance and silently strengthened the divine oracle.

The flowing power, like water, flowed down the dragon's tail to the paladin, splitting into countless tentacles that distracted him from all directions. But the true power remained hidden in the shadows, enveloping him without his awareness.

The paladin was unaware of the power lurking in the shadows, nor was he distracted by the tentacles that were openly harassing him. He closed his eyes, letting the sweat drip down and be flung away, clinging to the hook, determined not to let go, even at the cost of his life.

His expression was like that of a martyr in a mural, conveying a piety and ruthlessness that suggested he would not mind dying here.

He is a very devout believer.

Nie Wan made up her mind.

So without a doubt, it was one of Bishop Armand's men.

Ye Rutan wouldn't have this type of person under her command.

He has already begun to embark on the same path of unification as in his previous life. Although he has not yet launched a major offensive, he has his own spies and loyal followers in each district.

He Chang hadn't mentioned anything else unusual in the Hiro district before, presumably because Yi Yuehan's overt and covert defenses prevented him from finding an opportunity to act in the Hiro district, but the situation might be different in other districts.

Since he was a devout believer, no matter how much interrogation you did, you wouldn't get anything out of him. It would be better to just kill him.

Having made up her mind, Nie Wan stopped observing, and lightly raised her hand from the blade of the Dragon Battle in the Wilds, about five centimeters away, and gently clenched her fist.

At this moment, the entire study had been disrupted by the spatial rift, becoming a small, empty space. This was already the result of He Zhu using his authority as an enforcer to try and stop it.

Kuanglong, carrying the last two scrolls of silk in his mouth, ran out of the study with Lin Jianlu on his back, barely managing to escape before the entire study completely collapsed.

The others did not intend to run and remained standing in place.

He Zhu continued to use his law enforcement authority, distributing his power evenly and spreading out pale silver power plates in this pure black space, extending from Yan Zheng's feet to Nie Wan and Mu Xingzi's feet.

Yan Zheng walked across the path and came to Nie Wan's side, staring at her clenched fist.

The bamboo slip rested above the fist, and sixteen golden seal characters squeezed together and escaped from the bamboo slip. One of them transformed into a small human figure, while the other fifteen combined to form a konghou (a type of Chinese harp).

The little man plucked the strings of the konghou (a type of Chinese harp), and clear music flowed out, forming a rather mournful melody.

The Harp Melody.

The moment Nie Wan heard the music, the name popped into her mind.

Moreover, she immediately felt the shared power of the music.

Gong Wuduhe, weakened by the curse, unleashed extraordinary power under Nie Wan's manipulation, and now, with music boosting morale, his power surged once again.

The blade of the Dragon Warrior was almost completely covered by the elves, and the paladin in the spatial rift was almost completely bound by an invisible force, like being wrapped in the center of a ball of tape, unable to move or exert any strength.

Then, the duct ball shattered into pieces, and the paladin's body also disintegrated. His soul turned into a white light, and the four water tentacles immediately stepped forward to capture it. However, the soul wrapped in the water ball was burned by a white fire and turned into ashes in an instant. It is unknown whether it disappeared or was completely annihilated.

The hook he was holding was still stuck in the dragon's tail, radiating power even without anyone controlling it.

A portion of the water tentacle pulled off the hook, while the other part turned and reached for Anubis, the dog-headed man whose fate was unknown, lurking in the corner.

He lay on his back on the ground, his chest covered in a patchwork of black and yellow fur. His head had been half-shattered by the dragon's tail, and his right eyeball bulged out from the bloody mess, blood gushing from beneath it. His chest was still, as if he had died, but the moment the water tentacles reached for him, he sprang up from the ground with a mournful howl, the sound waves tearing through space and heading in another unknown direction.