Chapter 128: King of Sky and Wind (410)

In the howling rainstorm, several pitch-black sedans sped down the highway.

"Lady Wa. The King of Sky and Wind has truly appeared."

In the lead vehicle, Zhou Minhao spoke, his expression extremely ugly.

And Lady Wa, sitting beside him, wore a blank expression: "You don't need to tell me—I can already see it."

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Zhou Minhao was stunned for a moment, then looked ahead through the front windshield.

Then his mouth fell open, and for a time he was struck speechless.

At this moment, in his eyes, human-shaped figures whose features could not be made out darted now and again through the nearby mountain range.

"Such a number of Dead Servants—"

In all his years, this was the first time Zhou Minhao had ever seen a Dead Servant swarm of such staggering size.

Listening to the faint, terrifying roars mingled with the rain, a mocking smile spread across Lady Wa's face, her eyes ice-cold: "It seems that person's intelligence wasn't wrong after all—Pompeii that pretty boy really is the King of Sky and Wind."

A Dead Servant swarm of such exaggerated numbers could not have been accumulated overnight.

Undoubtedly, that King of Sky and Wind had his own channels to make long-term contact with hybrids, and even converting them into Dead Servants would not draw attention.

However, upon hearing Lady Wa's words, Zhou Minhao's expression faltered, and then he said hesitantly, "Lady Wa, Pompeii—"

"According to our intelligence network, he's in France right now; there was a sighting report just ten minutes ago."

Lady Wa whipped her head around, a pair of dark-golden Golden Eyes already ignited at some unknown moment: "Are you sure?!"

"Certain."

Zhou Minhao nodded.

Hearing this, Lady Wa immediately knit her brows tightly: "If it's not Pompeii, then who could it be?"

No matter how you looked at it, the King of Sky and Wind definitely had a public-facing identity, otherwise he absolutely could not have accumulated a Dead Servant swarm of this size.

At this moment, Zhou Minhao spoke up and asked, "Lady Wa, what should we do next?"

"First observe whether those two can handle it." Lady Wa issued the order without the slightest hesitation. "If they prove unequal to the task—"

"Then we'll step in to help those two."

"If things truly cannot be done—"

At this point, Lady Wa paused.

"We launch a saturation attack."

As the leader of Shenzhou's hybrids, the girl at least had that much decisiveness.

She watched the raindrops striking the car window, her gaze deep and distant:

'I hope those two won't disappoint me.'

Just as Lady Wa was thinking this, a violent explosion suddenly rang out from the mountain range.

Boom—!

Right after it came a pillar of fire that even the rainstorm could not block.

In front of the bronze palace.

The battle between the two Dragon Sovereigns was about to erupt, yet neither side struck rashly.

But in the end, it was the Dead Servant swarm beside Odin that could hold back no longer and charged out first.

Watching the ferocious monsters charging toward him, Li Ang let out a light breath, then immediately activated all of his buff states.

"Roar!"

A pungent stench of blood poured from the Dead Servants' mouths, yet the instant they lunged at Li Ang, they were sent flying by a tremendous force.

The curtain of rain was torn apart by the howling fist wind, turning into a skyful of mist.

Li Ang withdrew his fist and, along with the rain that had begun falling once more, slowly walked toward Odin.

And beside him lay several Dead Servants already reduced to a pulp of flesh.

Seeing this, Odin's single eye, which radiated golden light, flickered.

He had indeed suspected Li Ang's identity as 'Constantine' before, but now he was uncertain once more.

After all, that scene just now truly did resemble something a Dragon King wielding 【Power】 could accomplish.

"A pity." Odin raised the spear in his hand toward the sky, his voice cold: "Constantine, you have not fully dragonized—this is the most mistaken choice you have made in your life."

He admitted that Li Ang had indeed caught him somewhat off guard.

But that was all.

He was nothing more than a frail premature infant, still in his juvenile form, utterly incapable of posing a threat to him.

If Constantine was like this, so was Norton.

The next instant, a gale swept outward in all directions centered on Odin.

Invisible currents of air, like unseen blades, madly sliced apart everything they could reach.

Whoosh—!