Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 435 – Dream On!

The smell of blood hung thick over the Black Palace lawn.

Over two thousand Puppet Warriors fell like wheat before a scythe, mowed down in one sweep by Zero’s casual gesture.

Those fourth and fifth-tier Evolved beings—creatures that ordinary survivors considered impossibly powerful—couldn’t even manage a full scream under the pressure of a peak seventh-tier presence.

“Lord Dragon Envoy! Save us!”

Wang Shan grabbed Long Biao, whose arm had been severed, and scrambled desperately backward.

Long Biao’s face was twisted in agony, but he still found breath to curse.

“You madman! You used Dragon Bloodline to create that monster—the Dragon Emperor Hall will never forgive you!”

“Dragon Emperor Hall? Do you think they can even get here!”

Chen Dingjun stood on the hovering aircraft, bloodshot eyes wide, grinning like a demon.

At that moment, a dense series of whistles came from the direction of the Rift.

Bone whistles—the signature call of the Dragon Clan.

“Who dares lay a hand on my Dragon Clan kin!”

A thunderous roar, and a mass of dark figures charged out from the camp before the Rift.

This was the Dragon Vanguard Army stationed in the ugly country—two hundred warriors in identical black armor, each bearing a long spear.

The twenty at the front were all sixth-tier or above, with no small number at peak sixth-tier.

“Zero. Leave none alive.”

Chen Dingjun gave the order coldly.

The golden-haired woman hovering in midair tilted her head, and the pair of dark-gold Dragon horns suddenly erupted with blinding light.

She vanished and reappeared directly in the heart of the black-armored formation.

It was pure slaughter.

Zero didn’t even need a weapon—her bare hands were the deadliest instruments imaginable.

She grabbed a peak sixth-tier Dragon Clan member and closed her fingers.

A sickening crunch. The scale armor the Dragon Clan prided itself on shattered like wet paper.

She drove her hand into his chest cavity and ripped outward with savage force.

A rain of blood fell, staining the white walls of the Black Palace a dark rust red.

“Th-this… impossible!”

Long Biao was terrified out of his wits.

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Twenty sixth-tier fighters!

But against a peak seventh-tier, numbers were nothing but a joke.

In less than half an hour, two hundred black-armored warriors lay strewn across the ground—not one of them still breathing.

“Wang Shan. Your turn now.”

Chen Dingjun fixed his gaze on Wang Shan, looking at him like he was already a corpse.

Wang Shan gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing deep in his eyes.

He was weighing whether to reveal his trump card right now.

He certainly couldn’t beat that Experimental Subject, but if he fought desperately to escape, there might still be a sliver of hope.

But before he could make a move, the ground beneath the entire Black Palace began to tremble violently.

“What’s happening? An earthquake?”

Chuan Jinmao dove under a table in terror.

BOOM!

The unstable Rift hovering above the Black Palace suddenly erupted with a deafening roar.

A blast of deep blue light exploded outward as the Rift—originally three to four hundred meters wide—was brutally torn open to five hundred meters by some savage force.

Spatial fragments scattered in every direction.

“The energy has stabilized!”

Wang Shan shouted in shock.

From within the Rift came the sound of orderly, rhythmic footsteps.

These weren’t the familiar low-tier Artificial Demons.

These were ranks upon ranks of disciplined soldiers.

Every footstep landed like a hammer on the heartbeat.

The first to emerge were a squad of Demi-humans and a squad of Collateral Dragonkin.

Each carried a standardized heavy two-handed weapon.

Then five figures radiating terrifying Dragon might strolled leisurely out of the blue light.

Chen Dingjun’s smile froze on his face.

The aircraft’s systems screamed with piercing alarms as energy interference overwhelmed them.

“Five… Pureblood Dragon Clan?”

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Wang Shan’s eyes went wide as saucers. The desperate resolve he’d been building evaporated in an instant, replaced by a wild, giddy joy—the euphoria of a man who’d just survived death.

The dragon clan member at the front wore a suit of dark purple heavy armor, dragging a massive greatsword over two meters long in one hand.

He raised his head and swept his gaze across the field of corpses, finally fixing his eyes on Zero hovering in midair, his expression filled with surprise.

“Such powerful bloodline suppression, yet so muddled and impure—too contradictory.”

He spoke, his voice as deep and heavy as muffled thunder.

He was the leading figure of the younger generation of the Pureblood Dragon Clan—Long Kui, peak seventh rank.

Behind him, his four companions fanned out in a line.

Two at mid seventh rank, one at early seventh rank, and one at late seventh rank.

Combined, this fighting force was enough to sweep across all of Blue Star.

“Milord! Save me!”

Long Biao scrambled forward like a man seeing his long-lost father, crawling and stumbling.

Long Kui frowned slightly, glanced at Long Biao’s severed arm, and let out a cold snort.

“Disgraceful thing. Get back.”

He turned his gaze to Zero, twirling his greatsword in a flourish.

“Did you do all this? What’s the story with your bloodline?”

Chen Dingjun’s Adam’s apple bobbed beside him.

He was mad, but he wasn’t stupid.

Zero was strong—but one against five pureblood dragon clansmen of the same rank?

The odds of victory were pitifully low.

“Zero! Get back here!”

Chen Dingjun shouted urgently.

Zero flew back to his side, shielding the aircraft in front of her. The light on her pair of dragon horns blazed even brighter—she too could clearly sense the lethal threat.

“Run? Do you think you can get away?”

The four dragon clansmen behind Long Kui spread out, forming a semicircle that trapped Chen Dingjun in the center.

“Since you won’t answer, then we’ll take you back to the Dragon Emperor Hall and let the elders decide your fate.”

“Take her down!”

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Long Kui gave the order.

The four dragon clansmen behind him moved at once.

Four afterimages lunged at Zero from different directions.

The two at mid seventh rank flanked from left and right, the early seventh rank one struck from below, and the late seventh rank one produced a pair of curved blades, sealing off Zero’s escape route above.

Zero’s face remained expressionless.

The chip in her mind flickered with frantic red light.

Directive one: Protect Chen Dingjun.

Directive two: Eliminate the enemy.

She raised her hand, and a dark golden barrier instantly expanded outward.

Clang!

Spears and curved blades slammed against the barrier, sending sparks flying in every direction.

Long Kui walked to the front of the barrier, greatsword in hand, gripping the hilt with both fists.

“Something bred from mongrels dares to use Dragon Qi?”

He raised the greatsword high, purple energy converging along the blade’s edge.

One slash came down.

Crack.

A massive fissure split open across the dark golden barrier.

Zero shielded Chen Dingjun’s aircraft with her left hand while her right hand grabbed the descending greatsword blade barehanded.

Dark golden blood flowed from her palm, dripping onto the ground.

“Let go!”

Long Kui pressed down with all his strength.

Zero’s hand was trembling.

Her body’s functions were all at peak seventh rank, but the chip’s processing power couldn’t handle this kind of high-intensity tactical encirclement.

The four dragon clansmen seized the opening.

A spear pierced through the crack in the barrier, punching straight through Zero’s left shoulder.

Zero didn’t even let out a cry of pain.

She simply turned her head mechanically and kicked the early seventh rank dragon clansman square in the chest.

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He was sent flying, cratering the ground where he landed.

But her grip on the aircraft loosened for a moment.

A curved blade sliced across Chen Dingjun’s arm in that instant, tearing through his white lab coat and carving away a chunk of flesh.

“Zero! Kill him! Kill the one with the blades up there!”

Chen Dingjun shouted, clutching his arm.

Zero received the directive, abandoned her standoff with Long Kui, and spun around to lunge at the blade-wielding dragon clansman above.

Long Kui let out a mocking laugh.

“Not even the instinct to fight.”

He swung his sword in a backhand motion, slapping Zero across the back.

Zero stumbled forward from the blow, her protective Dragon Qi scattering as she spat out a mouthful of blood mid-air.

Wang Shan, hiding at the entrance of the Black Palace, slapped his thigh in delight.

“Chen Dingjun, oh Chen Dingjun, even this piece of junk you made can’t cut it!”

Wang Shan taunted loudly.

“I thought you’d built some kind of ultimate weapon—and this is it?”

Long Biao, clutching his severed arm with his remaining hand, felt his terror twist into vindication.

“Sir! Keep him alive! The bloodline on this thing is incredibly strong—bringing it back to the Dragon Emperor Hall will surely earn us great merit!”

Chen Dingjun stood atop the flying craft, watching Zero being yanked back and forth by the five Pureblood Dragon Clan members, the flesh on his face twitching.

Zero was powerful.

One-on-one, none of these five Dragon Clan members could defeat her.

But the chip restricted her.

Without self-awareness, she was nothing but a puppet on strings, only capable of charging straight ahead to execute his commands.

And on top of that, she had to split her focus to protect herself.

“Surrender.”

Long Kui hefted his greatsword.

“I respect you as a man of talent. Hand over the technique for extracting bloodlines, and I’ll let you serve as a logistics officer in my legion.”

“Dream on, you bastard!”