Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 661 - 573: Bloodline Stripping!

Swoosh——

With a single flap of wings, he had already shot to the sky above a square littered with Dragon-men.

Aiven lowered his gaze indifferently at the two Tier 3 Dragon-men below, whose faces bore expressions of fear due to the wrath of the Main God.

Not in the mood to negotiate with doomed enemies, he decided to take down these two first.

The moment they heard the commotion and looked up in astonishment, a bright red spiritual light of Witchcraft flashed above Aiven's head, and "Flesh Sacrifice" automatically sprang out, the pages flipping rapidly with a "rustle-rustle" sound.

In an instant.

A steel torrent spilled down like a real flood from the pages, composed of a total of fifty-two Flesh Puppets equivalent to Tier 2 Extraordinary from the Mobile Military Camp!

Though small in number, they were a terrifying force sufficient to massacre a small human city.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

In midair, the expertly forged dual-wield greatswords were unsheathed, transforming into a bright and sharp wave within the steel torrent, fiercely sweeping towards the two on the ground.

"Roar! Who are you people?"

The only response to Andreas, the Sea Emperor Dragon-man, was the merciless swing of the Flesh Puppets' sharp-edged greatsword.

They had no emotions, no self, no pain, caring for nothing besides obeying their master's command—a perfect killing machine in Aiven's hands.

Meanwhile.

Carefully placing Angie onto the back of the summoned Celestial White Deer, Aiven's arms wrapped in stormy thunderbolts also crashed down.

Andreas, surrounded by roaring water vortex currents, had just swung his robust arms to knock two attacking Flesh Puppets away when Aiven suddenly rushed in front of him.

Facing the Dragon-man's wide-open defenses, the demon-like power within Aiven's body had completed its integration. He stepped forward to trip, his lightning-flashing right elbow slamming like Thunder God's heavy hammer onto the Dragon-man's scale-covered chest and belly, as thick as a city wall.

Boom——!

Secret Technique: Thunder Mercury

The Dragon-man's upper body leaned back, while Aiven tripped its feet, causing severe injury and a loss of balance, as the Dragon-man spat a mouthful of blood while crashing backward into the ground.

With such a disparity in power between the enemy and himself, this downfall was destined to be eternal.

The heavy-armored Flesh Puppets swarmed in, resting their dual-wield greatswords against his neck. A Tier 3 powerhouse subdued with a single move, even less than the performance of the Great Shaman in the Secret Realm facing the Sea Serpent God.

Though somewhat surprised by the Dragon-man's empty yet strong essence, Aiven's movements did not slow. Dealing with the female Dragon-man who had taken flight to escape was not much trouble either.

In just three to five moves, he had already kicked her down from the sky.

Thump——

Currently, Aiven's attributes had reached: Constitution 7.2, Strength 7.2, agility 7.2, Spiritual Power 4.99, along with master-level Swordsmanship. He hardly exerted any effort dealing with two Dragon-men who barely reached Tier 3 through natural growth over unknown years.

In Aiven's eyes, their combat techniques were almost child-like beyond brute strength.

Just like the saying "miss practice for a day, slow for two, lose half," only constant combat is the key to maintaining power; a too peaceful environment can't nurture strong warriors.

Moreover, possibly from staying in this extremely closed place for years, these two Dragon-men had great strength but probably even less combat experience than an ordinary Navy soldier from the Storm Horn.

After landing, he personally placed Extraordinary Handcuffs on them to force them back to human form and used techniques for binding Extraordinary beings to tie them securely, making any slight movement unbearably painful.

Looking at the two Dragon-men who showed fear in their eyes, Aiven nonchalantly dusted off his hands:

"It seems you indeed live comfortably under that existence's protection, but after all, you are just Dragon-men, not Celestial Dragon People. Is it really good to indulge to this extent?"

Gently pulling Angie closer to him, he pointed coldly at the mark on her shoulder:

"Now, tell me, what does this mark mean?"

Although the two had already realized the source of this unwanted disaster the moment they saw Angie, their reverence for the Main God's power far exceeded their fear of Aiven, showing no intention of cooperation.

Andreas, the Sea Emperor Dragon-man, even defiantly shouted:

"Snort! The Netherworld is not a place for you to rampage. If you have any sense, release us quickly. Let me restart the sacrifice and return the offering belonging to the Main God, maybe you'll die a bit more peacefully!"

Aiven raised an eyebrow; this was certainly not the answer he wanted to hear.

Coun——

Then came a strange curse that made one feel dizzy.

From "Flesh Sacrifice" still hovering overhead, an invisible force struck Andreas at lightning speed.

Witchcraft: Blood Reverse Flow

With the power of a Peak Wizard and the boost from a mighty magic book, the Witchcraft's strength released was not much weaker than ordinary Tier 3 Witchcraft.

"Ah——!"

Letting out a sky-shattering scream.

The Dragon-man's veins bulged, twisted terrifyingly like snakes, making one wonder if they would rupture and explode in the next moment.

Within just a few breaths, Andreas, deprived of all power, was already drenched in sweat.

Aiven remained calm and said indifferently: