Chapter 1290 We Are Born From the Same Roots, Why Rush Each Other?

In the face of the violent Miao, the powerful Lin Cang, and the players who pursue points like sharks chasing blood, the resistance of True Dragon Manor was disintegrated within ten minutes.

The manor palace, which was holding the line at the rear, didn't even need to take action.

Old Brown stood on the manor palace, looking at the battlefield in the distance, and said: "Congratulations to the owner of the manor, you have an invincible army!"

But Zhuang Buyuan couldn't feel any joy.

Instead, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

He felt the dark side of the giant nut orchard inexplicably.

In the Era of Exile, all living beings suffer.

Some people are struggling to survive, and some are struggling to get ahead. But even if they survive and get ahead, there is still a nightmare that they can never get rid of.

Here, no one can live happily.

But he is still making the world worse and killing people wantonly.

He felt that Miao's behavior was too excessive and too radical.

And what about him?

There seems to be no innocent people in this world.

Everyone is a perpetrator and everyone is a victim.

Who is nobler than whom?

But the stance is different.

In the distance, the manic Miao was still whipping the corpse of a giant war dog that had been smashed into pieces. The manor palace slowly approached the True Dragon Manor.

The manor in the Exile Era is really full of strange things, and the True Dragon Manor is also very strange.

It is an island.

A water vein floats from the void of the Exile Era, like a silver horse.

As for Zhenlong Manor, it is in this water vein, brushed by water pulses, and the waterwheels are constantly turning. Large and small waterwheels are scattered here and there, giving it a unique charm.

Seeing this windmill, Zhuang Buyuan subconsciously thought of the Chongmo people.

This race is half human and half wood.

Zhuang Buyuan was delighted. If this manor was related to timber, would it be an opportunity for the Giant Nut Orchard?

"Miao, stop fighting! Come with me!" Zhuang Buyuan shouted several times, and then Miao put away the stick in his hand and silently came to Zhuang Buyuan's side.

He was covered in blood and gunpowder smoke, filled with murderous aura, and was indescribably terrifying.

If He Qin were here, I'm afraid they wouldn't even dare to recognize him.

Even Lin Cang frowned slightly and shook his head when he saw him.

In daily life, Miao is actually a very honest and simple person. This kind of Miao is a completely different person, full of rage, brutal and bloody.

Lincang shook his head, turned around, and said to the four little four-walled dragons beside him: "I heard that there are many fallen dragon captives here, let's go look for them."

Zhuang Buyuan also ordered the soldiers to find Ji Zhen, the owner of the Zhenlong Manor.

Although Jizhen is unwilling to admit that he is a fallen dragon, he is just like the fallen dragon, timid and afraid of death and extremely cunning.

He has never shown his face since the beginning of the battle.

If Zhuang Buyuan hadn't seen anyone escape after the war started, I'm afraid Zhuang Buyuan would have thought that Jizhen had escaped.

After all, fallen dragons can do anything.

Zhuang Buyuan interrogated several servants of the manor, followed their instructions, and came to Jizhen's master room. Before he entered, he smelled a smell of blood.

Zhuang Buyuan frowned. Beside him, Miao's figure flashed and stood in front of Zhuang Buyuan. He pushed open the door of Jizhen's bedroom with a bang.

Suddenly, a stronger bloody smell came.

Zhuang Buyuan suddenly covered his mouth and almost vomited.

Even Miao turned his head suddenly.

In Jizhen's bedroom, there is a wall covered with various torture instruments, and the corpse of a fallen dragon man is fixed to the wall by chains. Three of his four arms have been chopped off, and there are scales all over his body. , almost completely removed. If he hadn't seen the broken horn on his head, Zhuang Buyuan wouldn't be sure that it was a fallen dragon man.

What kind of hatred is this?

He actually let him torture a fallen dragon man to this extent?

Of course, no matter how depraved, cruel, or treacherous the fallen dragon people are, they should not be treated like this.

No one should be treated like this.

And Jizhen actually put such a fallen dragon man in his bedroom?

Zhuang Buyuan felt that even if he had seen so many perverts, this must be the most perverted one.

This guy is worthy of being a member of the Brutal Alliance!

This is true cruelty!

Even Miao was frightened and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, Zhuang Buyuan could turn his eyes away from the fallen dragon man and look elsewhere in the room.

This sight made my whole body shiver even more.

This house is simply decorated with the bones of fallen dragonmen.

Hanging on the wall were the heads of several fallen dragon-men. These heads looked lifelike with pain on their faces.

The furniture in the room was actually made of the bones of fallen dragonmen.

Even though Zhuang Buyuan had fought against all the invincible opponents in the world, he had no opponents for a long time in the Exile Era. At this moment, his face was still pale with fear.

"His..." Suddenly, Zhuang Buyuan heard a voice coming from behind.

"Ah!" He was frightened, turned around suddenly, and subconsciously hugged Miao.

Miao also hugged him subconsciously. It was ridiculous to say that in the entire Exile Era, the two most powerful manor owners actually hugged each other like little girls in fear.

The sound came from the wall.

"Hiss... kill me... kill me... please... kill me, let me die... let me die... don't... torture me anymore..."

Zhuang Buyuan and Xiao turned their heads at the same time and looked at the fallen dragon man.

This guy...isn't even dead yet?

Seeing that he was so seriously injured, Zhuang Buyuan thought that he must be a dead person.

For a moment, Zhuang Buyuan didn't know whether to marvel at the vitality of the fallen dragon man or to pity him.

Zhuang Buyuan and Miao subconsciously looked at each other and stepped forward together.

With a few "click, click, click" sounds, under the power of Zhushen Weili, the chain that locked the fallen dragon man was torn directly, and the two people released the fallen dragon man.

"You...who are you? You are not Jizhen! Where has Jizhen gone? How is he going to torture me! Kill me, kill me!" The fallen dragon man only had one eye left. It was also extremely turbid. He moved his eyes but couldn't see clearly.

Zhuang Buyuan could tell that the fallen dragon man had lost too much blood and could hardly see through his eyes.

To most creatures in the Exiled Era, fallen draconians are synonymous with sin and abomination.

However, this does not hold true for Zhuang Buyuan. After all, among the fallen dragon people he knows, there is Sazler, a super headhunter, and these two funny guys.

"Shh, don't talk. Eat something first." Zhuang Buyuan took out a piece of candy from his pocket.

"Stop being pretentious, let me go if you have the guts, and let's have a fight!" The fallen dragon man roared, "Bah, Jizhen's bastard! Incompetent dwarf, dwarf! Kill me, kill me!"

Zhuang Buyuan shook his head and said, "I'm not Jizhen, my name is Zhuang Buyuan."

"The Village is not far away? The Bloody Hand Slaughter City Village is not far away? Hahahahahaha, did you kill Jizhen? Ahhahahaha... Jizhen, you too have today! You have today too!"

During this burst of laughter, the voice of the fallen dragon man gradually became smaller and finally became silent.

Zhuang Buyuan put down the fallen dragon man and looked at each other.

This fallen dragon man is dead.

He was tortured so much by Jizhen, but he didn't die. Instead, now that he was finally rescued, he died instead.

Zhuang Buyuan was not a sentimental person, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

When the two people walked out of Jizhen's room, they saw the soldiers of the manor moving out the dying fallen dragon people or the corpses of fallen dragon people from various cells.

Some fallen dragons have died and turned into bones, but they cannot rest in peace.

Some of the fallen dragons are not dead yet, but they are already stinking and rotting. They are covered in maggots, which is simply disgusting.

Zhuang Buyuan stood in the corridor, watching this scene that was like Shura Hell.

He had heard before that Jizhen hated the fallen dragon people to the core, but he did not expect that the scene turned out to be more terrifying than he imagined.

Even Ling Cang's face turned pale, and he protected the four small six-armed dragon men behind him, preventing them from looking at him.

The four little six-armed dragons were dazed and frightened.

For the six-armed dragon people, fighting and death have always been equated with glory.

But in this scene, there is no glory, only cruelty.

"Aren't they all fallen dragons? Why does Jizhen torture his companions like this?" Zhuang Buyuan didn't understand.

He seemed to be asking himself, but also seemed to be asking others.

In fact, he is more than just a fallen dragon?

Human beings are cruel to their own kind, which is even more terrible than this.

Miao stood beside him, staring blankly at the fallen dragons, speechless.

His fists clenched, unclenched, and clenched again.

At this moment, a soldier shouted on the communicator:

"Master, we caught Jizhen! This guy wanted to run away, but we stopped him!"

Zhuang Buyuan finally met Jizhen.

He really is a "dwarf".

The height of an adult six-armed dragon is at least twice that of a human, four to five meters tall.

The fallen dragon man is also about two to three meters tall.

And this fallen dragon man is relatively short even among humans. Standing in front of Zhuang Buyuan, it can only reach his neck at most.

His four legs looked slender and sickly, and his only two arms were even slender than Zhuang Buyuan's arms.

Only his head is larger than an ordinary fallen dragon man. This body proportion seems particularly uncoordinated, making people worry that his neck will be broken.

Seeing such a "deformed" fallen dragon man, Zhuang Buyuan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

From this, one can imagine what kind of fate such a member will suffer among the fallen dragons.

When he walked through the fallen dragons, those who had just been treated, or had eaten something to regain some strength, had already shouted angrily: "Gnome!"

"Rubbish!"

"Go to hell! You loser!"

"I bother!"

Jizhen was escorted by the soldiers of the manor, but he walked through the crowd with his head held high. He didn't even look at the fallen dragon people. It seemed that these people were the lowest people in the world. He couldn't even look at them. Not even qualified for a glance.

Seeing the attitude of the fallen dragon man towards him, Zhuang Buyuan suddenly realized.

In this world, there is never love without reason, nor hatred without reason.

He raised his head and looked at Zhuang Buyuan. His eyes were pale and had a strange kind of madness.

Looking at him, Zhuang Buyuan felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous insect, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

He didn't want to stay with this man for a second, so he simply said: "Hand over your heart as the owner of the manor."

Jizhen reached out and grasped the heart of the manor owner on his chest, and suddenly shouted: "Delusion!"

"Even if I die, I will not give the manor to you!"

"Die to me, die! Hahahahaha..."

The heart of the manor owner in his hand suddenly lit up, like a small sun rising slowly.

"Not good!" Zhuang Buyuan's expression changed. He dragged Miao and wanted to retreat, but at this moment, a figure suddenly blocked in front of him.

The six spears in Lincang's hand were waved into a mass of light and shadow, and he shouted angrily: "Get behind me, everyone! The sky is endless and the Tao is endless. I will establish the Tao for all things!"

As soon as he finished reciting the incision, he heard a loud bang and a wave of air that drowned everything.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Zhuang Buyuan raised his head among the dust.

All I saw was the mess on the ground, and the place where Jizhen was before had turned into a big pit.

The scales on the six arms crossed on his chest were flying, and blood was dripping from them.

The soldiers of the manor ran fast and escaped, but the injured fallen dragons were not so lucky, and almost all of them had no bones left.

There are only one or two survivors left, struggling to their death.

Lin Cang retracted his weapon, took a step forward, and picked up a fragment of the manor owner's heart on the ground.

The fragments turned into powder in his hands.

"Alas..." Lin Cang sighed, not sure if it was for the manor owner's heart or for the self-destructive cum.

Several small six-armed dragons gathered around him, with confused expressions on their faces.

"Grandpa Cang, are you okay..."

"Grandpa Cang, why did he explode?"

"Yeah...why? Is hatred so important?" Lin Cang was a little sad.

Both the fallen dragon man and this dwarf dragon man are actually descendants of their six-armed dragon men.

Although the descendant was so unworthy, it still made him feel complicated and unspeakable.

They are born from the same roots, so why rush each other?