Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1099: Chapter 1097: Dragon Summit Inn (21)

He really didn’t leave!

Suddenly, as the twinkling torrent filled her vision, Ailina was momentarily stunned before she could react.

Although she had indeed considered trying to use this Mr. Lu to lure out the Ancient Dragon again, wasn’t this second wave of attack too rapid?

Even the chosen location for the attack was quite tricky.

Just a moment ago, Ji Family’s gang was discovered hiding outside that window, and after being invited to enter through the front door, under normal circumstances people are prone to a psychological trap, thinking that the position had been cleared, thus slightly lowering their guard.

And this sudden ambush came exactly from that direction.

Although it could be a coincidence, Ailina preferred to interpret this as a manifestation of firm killing intent, capitalizing on even this slight oversight to maximize the probability of a hit.

At this moment, the Ancient Dragon evidently got what it desired.

The gigantic, shimmering figure once again appeared unobstructed in everyone’s view, and the destructive torrent was definitely spewing from its mouth.

Compared to the previous meteor, this recently interrupted assault clearly required more time to prepare.

And from its momentum, it seemed to completely justify the preparation.

The straight torrent, almost as wide as the Golden Throne itself, had now completely engulfed the figure seated upon it, and was unceasing.

While Ailina marveled at the high aggro value of the bait, the light finally converged, and the torrent vanished without warning.

Accompanying this change, a faint voice started low and quickly filled every corner.

This voice was extremely special; upon a brief listen, one couldn’t help but become intoxicated by it, reminiscent of the legendary siren songs.

As for the source of the song…

Ailina narrowed her eyes, focusing on a round cage in Gerard’s hands that was larger than a human head.

In fact, there was indeed a head inside.

You could see in the cage, seemingly cast from gold, was a head that had been cleanly severed at the neck.

The face was very young, with delicate features, but the blue scales on its face clearly indicated it was not human.

There were no hairs on the head, but rather rows of tentacle-like tendrils.

That special voice was simply hummed by the head.

…

The Siren’s attitude this time was far more serious than it seemed!

Although no one of particularly high ranking was involved, the preparations were quite sufficient.

Upon receiving a danger warning from Lorin beside her, Ailina once again confirmed that this strangely fashioned Extraordinary Item, though unfamiliar to her, had an exceedingly high Ranking.

Plus, with the Anchor that had been used on their neighbor early this morning, it seemed they attached great importance to this operation.

However, for the moment it was difficult to imagine what exactly the effect of this object was?

This voice was indeed magical, but at such a distant range, even if it were alluring, its influence ought to be limited, right?

Could it be specially designed to attack the Giant Dragon?

From the effect, it doesn’t seem to show, as the target appears to be fleeing.

These were not empty words; the Ancient Dragon in sight was not only retreating quickly, but its body was merging into the surroundings once again.

It seemed to be aware of the many covetous gazes upon it, and after a successful strike, it certainly did not linger in battle.

Amidst her overwhelming doubts, Ailina still restrained her impulse and did not let Lorin take action.

The current situation, even if they succeeded in stopping their target, would be meaningless—the Sirens would not give up their spoils of war.

For the three of them, it might even be better to hope that it could escape successfully; at least then they would have another chance—

This beautiful hope was abruptly cut short; in the next moment, Ailina’s heart jolted as the disintegrating half of the Ancient Dragon’s body suddenly lost its balance.

Upon closer inspection, its left wing was being pulled by a massive tentacle, seemingly extending from the depths of the earth.

That thing was obviously not substantive, with an ethereal purple hue, its surface dotted with large, octopus-like suckers, strongly resembling a deep-sea leviathan roaming beneath this wasteland.

Even as the Giant Dragon struggled and tore at them, already more than one tentacle had wound around it.

Were the sounds coming from the cage truly effective in summoning a projection of these Divine Beings?

Ailina finally understood the Siren’s hunting strategy.

It must be said, in dealing with a gigantic flying target, such a method of entrapment was much more scientific than pursuing and shooting it down all the way.

The only downside was that such projections, being insubstantial, might not last very long.

But they didn’t need to last very long.

Without a means of escape and with Gerard leading his people to arrive quickly, the target would simply be a live target.

The hunt had already ended…

An immense sense of defeat rose in Ailina’s heart, but she still had to admit one fact—the Sirens had taken control of the situation, and this hunt had ended with inconceivable speed.

Even the tactics they employed were similar to her own: lure the prey and seize the opportunity to strike.

Thinking of this, Ailina suddenly realized something and turned her head towards the figure on the Golden Throne.

The series of shifts unfolding before her eyes were so rapid that she had not noticed the state of the bait after it was attacked.

…

“Is this some aberrant power from the deep sea, then? Although its appearance is a bit peculiar, it seems fitting to use it to punish those who offend me,”

Upon looking at this, Ailina was evidently surprised.

The bait on the Golden Throne, having just been struck by what could only be described as ferocious power, seemed to be completely unharmed, barely even shifting posture.

At this moment, like everyone else, he was carefully inspecting the distant struggle, even snorting disdainfully, full of domineering judgment.

“Despite its ornate appearance, it is underhanded at heart, lacking even the courage to fight head-on, yet it dares to covet my throne, utterly delusional.”

I had already realized it—no matter his strength, this guy’s mind is somewhat off!

Shocked by Fu Qian’s rhetoric into a near fall of reason, Ailina momentarily found her sense of despair at dashed hopes suppressed.

Your Excellency, I commend your equanimity despite all attacks, but exactly how did you discern that thing outside coveting your Golden Throne?

Even just considering its size, the throne might be large, but surely it’s not something it could sit upon, right?

At the same time, similar scoffing echoed in the hearts of more than one person, and even Gerard, who had successfully ambushed his prey, couldn’t help but look over.

“A Demigod Mermaid’s head?”

And faced with this scrutiny, Fu Qian examined the cage in his hands with a hint of curiosity.

“No, the head of a Demigod Fishman.”

Although Fu Qian’s point of focus was once again unexpected, Gerard felt rather vindicated at the moment, his mood so buoyant that he was full of arrogance.

“Don’t mix these up. After all, the Night Watchmen haven’t recommended killing mermaids for many years.”