Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Dragon blood was boiling, Fenrir's eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes brushing against his under-eye bags.

Dragon blood, like molten gold, surged beneath Fenrir's skin, and his eyelashes cast jagged shadows on his eyelids.

Sweat slid down his sculpted jawline, reflecting a shimmering light in the hollow of his collarbone—the afterimage of toxins vaporized by the Dragon King's blood.

White mist rose from his pores, enveloping the bronze throne in a hazy glow, much like an incense burner during morning prayers in a temple.

A bloodline of Dragon King purity can easily burn away impurities in the body, including the dark green toxins produced by the werewolf monsters that emerged from these obsidian coffins.

In an instant, it was completely evaporated by Fenrir, and white steam was expelled from its pores.

It was as if the lid of a steamer had just been opened, instantly enveloping Fenrir within it.

As the intense light dissipated, Ye Jingchen was surrounded by the Crown of Thorns, with thorny vines constantly growing from the crown and wrapping around him.

Ye Jingchen's pupils suddenly contracted. A crown of thorns bloomed around him, each thorn shimmering with an emerald glow.

"Jormungandr!" Sparks from his enraged sword cleaved through the vines, illuminating his profile. "Burn them!"

Jormungandr nodded, opened his right palm, and tiny solar prominences ignited at his fingertips. "Come from the heights of Babylon and burn into the sun!"

"Yan Ling·Jun Yan!"

A fireball radiating terrifying heat was hurled by Jormungandr at the Thorn Crown, and the raging flames instantly engulfed the Thorn Crown.

Jormungandr put his hand to his eyebrow and looked into the sea of ​​fire. "Boss, come out quickly!"

The voice just fell.

In an instant, Ye Jingchen flew out of the sea of ​​fire, holding Pride and Wrath in his hand. He turned to look at Li Wuyue and said, "Don't just stand there! Use the wind to spread the fire and make it bigger. The Thorn Crown has collapsed and is holding down those werewolves!"

"Understood!" Li Wuyue turned to look at the sea of ​​fire, raising her right hand high, "Word of Power: Storm Horn!"

A swift wind blew towards the sea of ​​fire in an instant, and with the influx of oxygen, the flames expanded by more than three-tenths of an inch!

Amidst the shrill sound of the fireball tearing through the air, Li Wuyue's storm, carrying millennia-old oxygen, poured into the fire.

The flames instantly transformed into a bluish-green color, melting the werewolf skeleton into a glassy crystal.

The wind howled and black smoke billowed.

Countless werewolves struggled within the gray mist until they were burned to ashes.

The sweltering heat rushed towards him, and Ye Jingchen silently put the Wrathful Horse-Slaying Saber and the Arrogant Eight-Sided Han Sword back into the Seven Deadly Sins' sword box.

Ye Jingchen leaped out of the Flame Heart, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind like a battle flag!

"No one can stop us; we will forge ahead without hesitation." Ye Jingchen took a few steps forward. "As long as I want to walk, the path is right beneath my feet!"

"Where to now?" Jormungandr asked.

Ye Jingchen glanced back at Xia Mi, the metallic scraping sound of him sheathing his sword piercing the noise as he said, word by word, "The Roman Catholic Church."

After hearing this, the three dragons looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Wuyue looked at Jormungandr and asked softly, "When you were the Scourge of God, sweeping across the continent, was the Roman Catholic Church as powerful as it is now?"

Jormungandr straightened the hem of his summer-patterned Lolita dress and shook his head. "Back then, there weren't so many fancy things. There were only cold weapons like short swords, spears, shields, and bows and arrows."

The three of them followed in Ye Jingchen's footsteps...

The Holy See, the Temple.

A black trench coat appeared at the entrance, and a pair of dark brown combat boots stepped onto the white marble floor.

Jormungandr crossed her arms and surveyed her surroundings, carefully observing every sculpture and relief.

Seeing her actions, Li Wuyue asked with some surprise, "Haven't you been here before?"

“We stopped when we reached Constantinople. We didn’t have time to wander around. You know, during times of war, we have nowhere to go.” Jormungandr gave a bitter smile.

Jormungandr portrayed herself as so pitiful, but it was the king who was driven mad. The king had repeatedly begged Jormungandr for mercy, hoping that she would stop her offensive and cease her wanton destruction of cities along the way.

The subjects could not blame the Earth Serpent; they could only blame the king. If the king had high moral character and strength, they would not have had to suffer like this.

Li Wuyue seemed to recall the wonderful time when they were besieged by hybrids and humans, when humans and dragons lived in harmony... swords and cannons were used at the drop of a hat to wake up the sleeping dragons and then slaughter them.

Competition between different species is so fierce that it's either you die or I die.

Overall, humanity has succeeded; dragons have now almost disappeared.

If the Dragon Kings hadn't been able to resurrect themselves, they would have long been lost in the river of history.

From today's perspective, slaying a dragon seems like an impossible feat.

“In that case, those S-level hybrids and those human schemers should be coming to besiege us again.” Li Wuyue removed the dark gray bone armor from her right hand and rubbed her little finger. “But this time, they won’t have it so easy. Three Dragon Kings plus a top-tier hybrid, no matter how you look at it, they can’t lose.”

Inside the empty Papacy, the echo of footsteps could be clearly heard, tap-tap-tap...

"There's no one here," Ye Jingchen murmured.

“Indeed.” Chen Motong nodded. “It’s as if they all knew we were coming back and ran away beforehand.”

Jormungandr picked up a lost necklace from the ground and stared at the cross on which the necklace hung, where Jesus Christ was nailed with his head tilted to one side. "Even such an important necklace was lost in the temple in the panic of the escape. It must have been a really urgent escape!"

On the central wall of the temple is a huge sculpture of Jesus Christ, who was nailed to the cross with the spear of Longinus through his heart, his head tilted and drooping.

A state of utter desolation.

After a long silence, Fenrir scratched his head. He could roughly understand what they were discussing. "So they've all escaped, so we've successfully conquered this place, right?"

“No, that’s not it.” Ye Jingchen shook his head and turned to walk out of the temple. “Find them all. Running away won’t solve the problem; it will only solve their own problems.”

Only those of mixed race can truly understand the thoughts of others of mixed race.

The three dragons looked at each other, said nothing, and followed him out...