novel-bin Chapter 291 The Last Four Heads of the Nine-Headed Dragon
Chapter 291 The Last Four Heads of the Nine-Headed Dragon
Chapter 291 The Last Four Heads of the Nine-Headed Dragon
"Humans, you have such audacity!" one of the heads spoke, with raging flames floating above its head.
The flames flickered, as if revealing the speaker's inner emotions.
Although he seemed only slightly angry when he spoke, that anger was like an undercurrent hidden beneath a calm lake, ready to unleash a raging storm at any moment.
The voice was deep and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking the air.
But in reality, it gave Wu Heyi a terrifying feeling, like he was talking to an ant!
At this moment, Wu Heyi felt pitifully small in front of this huge creature, as if he was not facing a being he could communicate with, but an irresistible and immense force from ancient times.
His legs trembled slightly, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, as if it wanted to burst out of his chest and escape.
Wu Heyi was a little confused at this moment, because the Nine-Headed Dragon, as the name suggests, has nine heads, and each head corresponds to an element!
These nine heads are like nine mysterious stars, each exuding a unique and mysterious aura.
The power of those elements seemed to materialize into halos surrounding each head, inspiring awe and fear.
Besides the fire element head that had spoken, Wu Heyi also saw the wood element, water element, and spirit element!
The dragon head, made of wood, seemed to be enveloped in a vibrant emerald green, the green hues swaying gently as if they were alive.
The water element's head appears to be sculpted from the purest blue crystal, radiating a soft yet cool blue halo, exuding an elegant feel.
Countless faint silver threads seemed to be moving around the head of the spiritual element, intertwining and weaving, giving it a mysterious and unpredictable feel.
"Hey little guy, you're not scared out of your wits, are you!" said the dragon head of the wood element.
The voice carried a hint of mockery, like the rustling of leaves in a breeze, sounding somewhat out of place in the empty and oppressive atmosphere.
"I already said, let them come. You think Lao Huo is good at talking, but you're afraid others will scare him!"
The water elemental head spoke very elegantly! Its voice was like a clear spring flowing between rocks, crisp and melodious, yet it also carried a faint hint of reproach.
"Stop arguing, stop arguing! You all know why these people came here!"
The head of the spiritual element said helplessly.
Its sound was like an old man sighing softly, filled with endless weariness and vicissitudes.
Wu Heyi watched as the four heads argued, and he dared not move at all, not even utter a single sound!
His body seemed frozen in place, his eyes filled with fear and awe, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He felt that if he made the slightest move, he might anger these dangerous beings in front of him.
After a while, the head with the spiritual attribute suddenly emitted a red light from its eyes.
The red light, like a burning flame, danced wildly in its eyes, instantly making the atmosphere even more tense.
In just a moment, Wu Heyi felt a chill run down his spine, and that's when Meng Xuanjun spoke.
His figure already possessed a mysterious aura, and now, as he stood there, the pupils of his eyes turned crimson again, as if concealing endless secrets.
Wu Heyi reacted instantly, and looked on in surprise as he repeatedly stared at Meng Xuanjun and the Spirit Dragon Head.
His eyes were filled with doubt and shock, his mind a jumble of thoughts as he desperately tried to understand the bizarre situation before him.
"Don't be surprised. This time I didn't depict any illusions for him; I was simply using his body to communicate with you!"
Meng Xuanjun slowly uttered each word, her words seeming to come from a distant place, carrying a strange rhythm.
“Through the memories of the 10-year-old soul beast called Mo, I learned that you want to hunt down our nine-headed dragon.”
After the Spirit Leader took control of Meng Xuanjun's speaking style, although it was somewhat stern, he still didn't do anything too outrageous.
Its sound was like a muffled rumble of thunder rolling through the clouds, carrying a subtle sense of oppression, yet seemingly restrained.
Looking at the four enormous heads above him, Wu Heyi dared not utter a single lie when answering the question posed by the eyes.
"Yes, my original goal was to hunt the Hydra!"
His lips trembled slightly as he tried to make his voice sound firm, but the fear in his heart inevitably betrayed some of it in his tone.
Even the leader of the spiritual team didn't expect Wu Heyi to be so candid, and for a moment he didn't know what to say!
It seemed to be caught in a brief vortex of thoughts, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
After a moment's thought, your original plan may have to be scrapped.
Its voice carried an unquestionable tone, like a pronouncement of fate.
Upon hearing this, Wu Heyi was suddenly startled. "Are you going to nip us in the bud?"
His voice unconsciously rose a little, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes. If this behemoth in front of them really attacked, they probably wouldn't have any chance to fight back.
"The Spirit Leader spoke after taking control of Mengxuanjun."
"Our Nine-Headed Dragon is practically defunct now!"
The voice held an endless sorrow, as if telling a legendary story long forgotten by time.
"Don't be fooled by our long lifespan; when divided among each head, it's not that long!"
Its tone became somewhat low, as if it were lamenting its turbulent fate.
“Originally, we had nine heads and all of us hunted humans for food. But thousands of years ago, a conflict arose among us. The reason for the conflict was that four of us developed some goodwill towards humans, which changed our views on them.”
When talking about the past, the voice of the spiritual leader flickered with the colors of memories.
"At first, there was nothing wrong, but as time went on, the other heads developed significant problems!"
The spirit seemed to be reminiscing about the past as it described the present situation.
"Then we had an internal conflict, and the nine heads fought each other, but unfortunately, in the end, only the four of us were left!"
The Spirit Dragon's gaze held a trace of pain, as if the scenes of those battles were replaying before its eyes—a brutal and desperate slaughter.
In Wuheyi's worldview, it's actually quite easy to understand what it's like for heads to fight each other.
However, one thing seems to be true: four of the nine heads of the Hydra have survived to this day, suggesting that they have feelings of affinity towards humans.
"Hehe, kid, don't overthink it. The main reason our four heads stopped eating humans is because we're tired of it. Otherwise, how do you think you could have gotten to the island so easily!"
The voice carried a lighthearted, teasing tone, yet it also gave Wu Heyi an indescribable sense of unease.