Chapter 88

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Chapter 88: The Queen’s Inheritance (XXVII)

Ning Zhou suddenly sat up from his chair, and the chair dragged back, making a harsh noise, which alarmed the silent cliff observation deck. Both human beings and demons paid attention to the future Devil King who was destined to influence this silent battle, so when he showed disorder, everyone felt the breath of coming events.

The maid of the Dragon Ant Queen asked nervously and respectfully, “What is your order?”

Ning Zhou kept staring at the expanding black hole—even under the suppression of force of destruction, the black hole caused by the Dragon Ant Queen’s death was almost out of control, and all his energy was focused on mobilizing the destructive force to suppress its collapse, so that the dying flame in the distance would continue to bur. If he relaxed even a little…

The whole Underground Ant City might be swallowed up by this collapsing black hole at any time, and would fall apart endlessly.

The Devil of Power had been plotting for Utopia to appear here in the Underground Ant City at the moment when the flame went out, annexing the broken Underground Ant City.

She didn’t care how many casualties would be caused in the Underground Ant City, just as she didn’t care how many ants had been trampled to death on the road she walked through. This Devil King who had already merged with the force of power was now in the Underworld, its absolute monarch. She was only one enthronement ceremony away from becoming a real Devil King.

It was this ceremony that stopped her in front of the barrier. She could see the unique scenery beyond the barrier, but could not cross it. She could only do everything she could to strengthen her force, waiting for a cold wind to blow over the cliff and let her fly to the other side.

Ning Zhou took the first step.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He felt that Qi Leren was in extreme danger and may lose his life at any time.

At this moment, he forgot his mission, forgot that he wanted to maintain the existence of the Underground Ant City, and the only thought in his mind was “to protect him”. Under the domination of this idea, he forgot to think about how much danger he would bring to the Underground Ant City if he left here rashly, and also forgot to think about how fast this black hole would destroy this field after losing his suppression, and even forgot to ask for strength from the abyss again and again, while he himself was heading for the abyss of destruction.

All he remembered was the only person he couldn’t lose.

He wanted to protect him.

This step taken by Ning Zhou was like a war trumpet, which made everyone present feel a terrible coercion!

The origin force of destruction that had been restrained began to expand crazily despite his best efforts. Whether it was the black hole formed after the death of Dragon Ant Queen or the Holy Flame in this rift valley, it was all influenced by this force, as he himself was—the smooth black dragon scales had climbed up his skin and spread from his heart. When he walked to the front of the observation deck, half of his body had been covered by dragon scales.

Both human beings and demons were silent at this moment, in awe of strength and in awe of the heir to the man who once reigned in the Underworld more than 20 years ago. The extreme power of terror, as long as you felt it once, can’t help but make people surrender.

The Witch of Lust’s heart beat faster and Devil of Greed’s Adam’s apple rolled. If it weren’t for their long-standing allegiance, they could borrow the original force of fraud and power to fight against this coercion. Kneeling at this moment was the best answer.

The Devil of Evil licked his lips, and his heart surged. As followers of the old Devil King, his “loyalty” to his Majesty came from his strength. After the old Devil King fell, he carefully hid in the Underworld, relying on one-third of the demon crystals he left behind to maintain the operation of the Underworld, and resisting the encroachment of Utopia and the Village of Dawn. To this day, it was just for…

In order to wait for the new force of destruction to reappear, this new Devil of Destruction may even be stronger than his father, or even crazier, but who cares? As long as he could lead them to greatness and immortality!

Looking at his Lord’s uncontrollable force of destruction, the Devil of Evil couldn’t help but smile, watching him turn into a huge and majestic magic dragon of destruction in the rift valley, let out a terrible roar in the silence, and then flap its wings and fly toward the place above the rift valley where the cruel ceremonies were taking place…

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As if heaven and earth were hanging upside down, the ground near the rift of the Holy Flame began to collapse crazily and collapsed towards the rift.

A loud dragon’s roar sounded in the rift valley, and Qi Leren was stupefied as he watched the familiar black dragon pass through the underground wind and rock, and rush out of the Flame’s rift—when it flew, the huge airflow even set off the flame butterflies, and countless burning butterflies flew out of the valley along with it in the wind, burning in the sky, on the ground, and in his eyes.

The magic dragon saw him, and he saw magic dragon, among this swarm of burning butterflies.

Just a look allowed the magic dragon, who was on the verge of rage, calm down—Qi Leren was fine.

However, this bloody mess on the ground and the nearby mud that constantly produced demons made its anger surge up. Their existence was so out of place with Qi Leren.

Angry, the magic dragon roared up into the sky and rushed towards the demon swamp!

The crying woman with no legs floating on the mud watched in horror as the magic dragon swooped toward her. The horrible memory of the dragon’s destructive fiery breath once again came back to her mind. Even though she wouldn’t ever die: as a part of the Dragon Ant Queen, she would always coexist with the Dragon Ant Queens of all previous dynasties. However, this eternal luck couldn’t make her forget her fear—she would always remember that fear.

This seemed to be a short and long moment. The avatar of the Dragon Ant Queen’s negative emotions couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t escape, and she couldn’t resist. Under the suppression of this absolute power, she felt like a worm. In front of the huge natural force, under the sweeping of the dragon’s red breath, in the flames that burned like hell, once again, together with the demons she had created, everything was grey.

Aya fell to the ground and gasped desperately.

She looked up in confusion and couldn’t remember what she had just been doing. She only remembered that she was running, constantly running, but she had run for so long, why hadn’t she reached it yet?

What was going on now? Why had she suddenly tripped over the rocks on the ground? Where had the demons that had been chasing her gone? She seemed to hear a long roar in her dream.

Her eyes were dark with fatigue, and her heart was about to break through her chest and fly out. Just now, her running beyond the limit of the human body had completely overdrawn her physical strength, and she didn’t even have the strength to look up.

The rift was just ahead, less than ten meters away.

Aya struggled to get up from the ground. The blood under her feet had already splashed her dress completely. When she’d fallen to the ground, she was covered with scrapes. Her mind was blank, and she looked straight at the rift in front of her, and she climbed slowly towards it with her willpower.

Step by step, climbing over the blood of the mountain of corpses.

The burning rift seemed to be the end of her soul, and she even forgot why she was working so hard. She only remembered that she must climb there.

All over her was pain and a suffocating collapse. Exhausted, Aya sobbed, but did not dare to stop. She seemed to be in hell, and she had to climb over the sea of blades and flames inch by inch before she could be saved in death.

Until… Until someone hugged her.

“Alright, it’s alright, Aya, it’s alright…” The familiar and gentle voice rang again, and Aya vaguely remembered that once, when she was in the most painful and desperate time, that voice had comforted her, encouraged her, and praised her.

Aya opened her eyes, looked at the blood and debris on the ground, and looked at Qi Leren who gently pulled her up from the pool of blood. She once again hugged him and cried, as if to vent all the pain and grievances.

Qi Leren comforted her in a low voice, but his eyes drifted to the black dragon that landed slowly not far behind him.

An unutterable sweetness welled up in his heart, and he couldn’t help but smile, but he quickly choked—the magic dragon fell to the ground, letting out a pained groan. His huge wings tucked behind his back, and he couldn’t restrain himself. The ground shook, and this restraint turned into another roar after a short silence, piercing the quiet world.

Aya was so frightened she forgot to cry. She looked at the huge black dragon behind Qi Leren with trembling eyes full of fear.

“Run, run quickly!” Aya took Qi Leren’s hand and urged him while shaking.

She didn’t know: that was the traveler she had never forgotten.

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