Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 434 – Twist His Head Off

Off the coast of the Ugly Nation.

A series of enormous bubbles suddenly erupted from the previously calm sea surface.

Then a pitch-black heavy submarine broke through the waves and surfaced, looking like a deep-sea leviathan.

The hatch clanked open.

Several small anti-gravity aircraft hummed as they rose into the air.

Chen Dingjun stood on the lead aircraft, his white lab coat snapping loudly in the sea wind, gray hair flying wildly, paired with those eyes burning with madness—the very picture of a post-apocalyptic mad scientist.

“Commander, mutated bird flocks are closing in nearby. Quite a few of them.”

A bodyguard beside him warned in a low voice.

Chen Dingjun sneered, then turned his head to glance at the shadow standing on the submarine’s deck.

“Zero, clear the area.”

The woman in the wide hooded cloak lifted her head slightly.

A cascade of brilliant golden hair and striking, heroic features spilled out from beneath the hood.

Most eye-catching were the pair of dragon horns atop her head, gleaming with a dark golden luster.

She said nothing, merely taking a light step forward.

The moment she moved, the air for miles around seemed to freeze solid. A tyrannical, unreasonable pressure swept outward in all directions.

The mutated birds—wings flapping, eyes blood-red—were caught in that wave. Without so much as a sound, they simply fell apart mid-air.

The weaker ones exploded into fragments on the spot.

The stronger ones had their hearts burst from the shock, raining down into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

“To the Black Palace.”

Chen Dingjun stared at that landmark building in the distance, murder dripping from every word.

“Wang Shan, I’ve come to take your dog’s life.”

At the same moment.

The Black Palace base.

The place had a rather abstract decorating style these days—Blue Star’s technological aesthetic mashed together with the primitive ruggedness of the Dragon Spirit Continent, creating a jarringly incongruous look.

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At a massive white jade table.

Wang Shan sat with his back slightly slumped, a fawning smile plastered on his face, pouring wine for a young man with dragon horns across from him.

The young man was handsome enough, but the arrogance in those vertical pupils made it clear he didn’t regard Wang Shan as human at all.

He was a collateral descendant under the Fourth Elder of the Dragon Emperor Hall—Long Biao.

“Lord Dragon Envoy, this is the finest vintage from our cellars. Please, have a taste.”

Wang Shan held up the cup, his demeanor utterly servile.

Beside him, Chuan Jinmao nodded and bowed as well.

“Yes, yes—Lord Dragon Envoy, once the Dragon Clan’s army descends, we’ll need you to put in a good word for us before the Fourth Elder.”

Long Biao let out a dismissive snort, taking the cup and sipping from it.

“You two old dogs know your place well enough.”

Long Biao pointed at the Rift outside, which was fluctuating wildly.

“See that? Across that gate is our Fourth Elder’s territory.”

“Once the energy stabilizes, it can accommodate combat power up to the peak of the Seventh Stage.”

“Once the Pureblood Dragon Clan’s elite guard army marches through, every disobedient piece of trash on this planet will be on their knees.”

Long Biao looked at Wang Shan with a mocking gleam in his eyes.

“I hear there’s an old man named Chen Dingjun in your Federation who refuses to surrender?”

Thinking of his old rival, Wang Shan gritted his teeth.

“That old lunatic has been secretly researching Dragon Clan genetics to create a secret weapon!”

Long Biao flew into a rage upon hearing this.

“Dare to research the Dragon Clan? Who gave him the guts?”

Just as he finished speaking.

A wave of pressure so powerful it made one’s scalp crawl descended over the entire Black Palace without warning.

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The crystal glass on the white jade table shattered into fragments with a sharp crack.

Wang Shan was nearly crushed to the ground by this wave of pressure, his face as pale as if it had been smeared with plaster.

“W-What is this? Could it be that white-haired woman has come to kill us?”

Long Biao wasn’t in much better shape.

He shot to his feet, his vertical pupils contracting into two thin slits, his lips trembling.

“Pureblood… this is the Dragon Might of a Pureblood elder?”

“Impossible! A suppression at this level… could one of the elders from the ancestral land have descended early?”

Long Biao didn’t dare delay. He immediately charged toward the source of the Dragon Might.

Wang Shan and Chuan Jinmao exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with terror.

By the time they rushed onto the lawn of the Black Palace, everyone was stunned.

In midair.

Chen Dingjun stood with his hands behind his back on the flying vehicle, looking down at the crowd below with an air of superiority.

And beside him, the golden-haired woman with dragon horns was radiating an overbearing aura that made it hard for anyone to breathe.

“Dragon Might? May I ask which Pureblood Dragon Clan member you are?”

Long Biao craned his neck and shouted, his legs trembling so badly his calves were cramping.

But as he focused and sensed more carefully, his expression turned strange.

“No… something’s wrong with your bloodline!”

Chen Dingjun threw his head back and laughed.

“Wang Shan, you old dog, see that? This is the power of technology!”

“To create Zero, I ran thousands of experiments before producing this one perfect lifeform!”

“Before the eighth-rank Dragon Clan arrives, I’m the one who calls the shots on Blue Star!”

Wang Shan cowered behind Long Biao, his eyes darting around frantically.

“Chen Dingjun, don’t you dare act recklessly! This one here is a subordinate of the Fourth Elder of the Dragon Emperor Hall—you’re digging your own grave!”

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Chen Dingjun didn’t even acknowledge him. He just pointed at Long Biao.

“A piece of trash like this? Zero, cripple him for me!”

The golden-haired woman in the air moved.

She waved her hand casually.

A golden arc of light tore across the sky, trailing a piercing sonic boom.

Long Biao’s face changed drastically. He tried to initiate Dragonization.

But the arc of light was too fast.

Schlick!

One of Long Biao’s arms flew straight into the air, blood spraying everywhere.

Dark golden blood soaked into the lawn of the Black Palace.

Long Biao clutched his severed shoulder and stumbled back more than a dozen steps.

His proud Pureblood Dragon Clan collateral physique was as fragile as paper before this woman with dragon horns.

“You dare wound me?”

Long Biao gritted his teeth and roared.

Chen Dingjun laughed aloud from the flying vehicle in midair.

“Wounding you is nothing!”

Chen Dingjun pointed downward.

“Zero, twist his head off for me!”

The golden-haired woman in the air moved without any expression on her face.

She took a single step forward.

A sonic boom exploded directly over the lawn.

Wang Shan’s scalp went numb, his eyes filled with pure terror.

Peak of the seventh rank!

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That madman Chen Dingjun had actually created a monster like this!

Before the Spatial Rift fully expanded, the combat ceiling on all of Blue Star was firmly capped at the peak of the sixth rank.

A peak seventh-rank Zero here was an absolute dimensional strike!

Wang Shan didn’t want to die.

He pressed his ten fingers together in front of his chest and clenched them hard.

An invisible wave of Mental Strength erupted from his mind, blanketing everything around him indiscriminately.

From the grass outside the Black Palace, the underground passages, and beneath the wrecked armored vehicles, countless figures burst out.

Over two thousand fully armed Puppet Warriors.

These were all Evolved beings that Wang Shan had brainwashed with Mind Control, their strength forcibly catalyzed to between the fifth and sixth ranks.

They threw themselves fearlessly at Zero in the air, their various weapons and Special Abilities blazing with multicolored light.

“Useless trash!”

Chen Dingjun sneered.

The attacks struck half a meter around Zero, all deflected by a dark golden energy barrier.

Zero didn’t even spare a glance at those Puppet Warriors.

Her five fingers curled into a claw, pressing down through the air toward the ground below.

A surge of air rolled outward.

The hundreds of Puppet Warriors at the front were crushed into a pulp of flesh and bone fragments on the ground.

The stench of blood shot up into the sky.

“Hurry! Stop her!”

Wang Shan shouted at the top of his lungs.

He looked at Long Biao beside him, both shocked and furious.

“Lord Long Biao, if you don’t call for reinforcements now, we’ll all die here!”