Chapter 223: Chapter 156: Like a Stray Dog (Part 2)

In the frightened gaze of many young people, a bizarre flame climbed up the young master’s spine.

It wasn’t bright like ordinary flames; rather, it was sinister, greedy, and fierce. It seemed to absorb all the light and brightness around, making the environment beside Horn even more profound, with only that flicker of fire becoming increasingly conspicuous.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The young master, who threatened the Legion Commander, let out a heartbreaking scream as he frantically rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames that were raging on his body.

But it was to no avail; the fierce flame seemed to burn from the depths of his soul.

"Commander! I was wrong! I dare not speak to you like this ever again!!"

Flames flowed from the young master’s eye sockets and throat as his youthful body gradually hunched over, his voice becoming hoarse and chaotic.

Only then did he hazily realize that he had just let drunkenness and panic cloud his mind, daring to directly offend the commander of the legion...

Horn was a Gold Level navigator!

But the young master could no longer speak; the sinister flame of the Demon People was reshaping his body and soul, his face elongating, teeth sharpening—hideous spikes of bone pierced through flesh, extending out.

The magic-guided battle armor disassembled and fell off, leaving a sleek, black monster sprawling on the ground.

Sulfuric poisonous flames burned fiercely on the surface of the hellhound’s body as it crouched obediently at Horn’s feet, lowering its head submissively.

"I will protect you according to the content of the contract, so I will grant you enough power, turning you into a part of me..."

Contracts burning with flames emerged beside the Silver Wing Commander, and piercing wails rang out one after another, even the tremulous strategist shrinking in the corner collapsed in despair.

Horn’s gaze was vicious and frenzied: "In return, you should fight for me."

At this moment, his pupils also ignited with fierce crimson flames. Horn’s body size expanded dramatically; his silver-white uniform was torn apart by the bulging muscles, and the horns on his head became even more hideous and sharp.

All soldiers in the main ship were transformed into mindless loyal beasts in the sight of the Demon.

The burning hellhounds roared and ran, with the dark flames enveloping the entire Alliance flagship under the solemn gaze of the Sun Warriors.

That silver-white, beautiful warship had actually changed its shape.

The bow transformed into a goat’s skull, sprouting curved horns, the hull pierced out skeletal structures, masts fell into the fire, and silver feathers woven into sails scattered on both sides of the ship, then turned into hideous giant bat wings within the evil fire.

The thing was no longer like a ship, more like a giant hideous sea beast.

As a Demon, Horn had long signed a contract with his ship!

On the coastline, Doctor Sami stared intently at the mutation of the Alliance flagship.

"It’s unexpectedly the power of the demon race..."

The young giant murmured, his expression becoming a bit strange: "The Alliance’s upper echelons are actually at ease handing their forces to demons?"

Because the Sun Warriors had effortlessly resolved the trouble on the shore, the medical liquid meticulously prepared by Sami did not come into use; he simply stayed by the Ark Lord’s side.

"What role did the demon race play during the Godslaying War?"

Lin Lan carefully observed the distant, menacing flagship, with a somewhat curious expression.

The leader of the Ark stood on the shore, constantly monitoring the battle before him.

"The demons don’t have their own deities, but back then, the Apocalypse Monarch, Master of the Profound, swallowed the concepts of ’purgatory’ and ’chaos,’ causing them to lose their abyssal homeland."

Sami scratched his head, narrating: "Logically speaking, demons should also stand on the same front as other races, but their ways are indeed... too chaotic."

"Some demons defected to the Apocalypse Monarch, while others stayed to fight for civilization, though they always betray back and forth between the apocalypse and civilization for their own interests."

He summarized: "Over time, the demon race lost trust on both sides, and their performance makes it hard for the world to evaluate."

"Regardless, demon power is not something we can underestimate, Lord Lin Lan."

Vera added beside him: "Their contracts can often deceive the concepts of rules, thereby affecting the laws of the world."

Lin Lan nodded slightly, his eyes cold as he finally had a general understanding of the power of a Gold Level navigator.

He would never show mercy to that demon commander.

The Ark Kingdom rarely used information asymmetry to force the Silver Wing Legion into a desperate situation; no matter what tricky race the opponent belonged to, he would repay blood debts with their blood!

In everyone’s sight, the Alliance warship flapped its skeletal bat wings, astonishingly lifting into the air with the airflow.

The Sun Warriors’ light cannons instantly lost their aim.

The dozen-meter-high Ark sea waves suddenly gathered around as Roman Judge extended his arm toward the main ship, only to have the water-made joints bitten apart by dozens of frenzied hellhounds.

The floral branches beneath the sea firmly held Roman’s steps.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the main ship flew straight towards the entrance of Fog Strait, as Horn abandoned the Pure Beauty sea waves and his army soldiers!

But just then, pitch-black gales abruptly surged over the sea, storms raged, and the hastily lifted Alliance warship suddenly teetered.

Eleanor flapped her wings, standing alone in front of the warship.

"Where are you rushing off to, Commander Horn?"

Her eyes were full of violent light: "Surely you’re not planning to flee like a defeated dog in front of everyone?"

Horn was seated in the captain’s chamber, veins pulsating on his forehead.

"Black-winged Calamity Master, we need not be enemies. The Doragon People are destined to bring calamity to the land, and the Ark Lord will sooner or later cast aside such sources of disaster like you."

Burning with profound flames, the sinister goat head let out a humming sound: "Let me go, from now on, I will persuade the commercial united front to withdraw the bounty on the Doragon People."

"Save it, low-level instigations won’t work."

Eleanor sneered, pulling the trigger: "The connection between the Doragon People and the Ark Kingdom is much tighter than you imagine."

With a boom.

A specially made sunshine bullet tore through the air, leaving an exaggerated hole on the bat wing of the Alliance warship in an instant.

Recently, the Dawn Steel Plant produced high-quality ash soil ore, and Eleanor certainly wouldn’t pass up the chance to extract favors from Lin Lan’s good brother.

Although the power of the new ash soil bullets couldn’t compare to the refined bullets of the Angsak people, they were cheaper and limitless in quantity. Eleanor naturally pleaded with Lucia to conjure a batch of pellets for her, taking this opportunity to complete the ammunition replenishment.

Horn grunted.

Linked by the contract, the entire main ship had become a part of him, and the pain from the damage to the hull was thoroughly real.

"Courting death! You’re nothing but a lost dog without a ship!"

The goat’s head fell into deep fury, flapping its wings, raising a storm pressure across the sea that made one unable to stand upright, countless cannon shots with profound flames locked onto the Black-winged Calamity Master’s body!

Eleanor’s expression remained calm, and in the next second, several light bullets precisely intercepted before the cannon shots.

Once again...

Horn’s heart sank into the abyss; from the start, the Alliance’s artillery failed to function effectively.

Ota’s hand cannon was constantly aimed at the Silver Wing Legion’s flagship.

In the armor radar of the Giant Captain, compared to the flying vehicles they had encountered before, the Alliance ship’s speed was dreadfully slow.

No matter what efforts Commander Horn made, the fate of the Silver Wing Legion was already sealed the moment he stepped into the Foreigner’s sight.

It’s time to end this battle.

In the next moment, the power armor ’Thunder Protocol’ fully opened! The delicately shaped support device ejected from the back of the armor, Ota stabilizing his form, utilizing maximum firepower!

In everyone’s eyes, a dazzling beam of light shot straight into the sky, completely piercing the stormy center of the legion main ship!

The terrifyingly shaped hull thus disintegrated in mid-air!