I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second - Chapter 542: Surprise Attack! Uninvited Guests in Holy Dragon City
Chapter 542: Chapter 542: Surprise Attack! Uninvited Guests in Holy Dragon City
Thoughts surged, and Lin Yi finally became relieved.
An impasse is nothing new, and given the current situation, the war gods of Blue Star cannot yet be called cornered.
Balram is powerful, but after all, it’s just a creature of flesh and blood.
As long as it’s flesh and blood, there’s certainly a way to slay it.
Along the way, Lin Yi and the war gods of Blue Star acquired numerous soul cores, and the luckier warriors even obtained legendary soul cores suitable for their use.
Supported by a large number of soul cores, these war gods forcibly elevated their soul cores to the maximum level, while also acquiring many soul-attached skills.
Soul-attached skills are like law skills, both are free from the restrictions of the demon-banning stone.
Forty-nine war gods; encountering a dragon from another world, or even facing a Dragon God, they could still knock out a tooth or two.
The Celestial Weaving Star is vast and boundless.
Similar in size to Blue Star.
Its environment is also extremely similar to that of Blue Star.
It’s just that when Lin Yi and his party first stepped onto this planet, the teleportation location was the most desolate area.
The most prosperous area of Celestial Weaving Star is Holy Dragon City, where Balram’s palace is located.
Several hundred years ago, this most prosperous city had another name.
But with Balram’s invasion, the original name of Holy Dragon City gradually became buried within the river of history.
Holy Dragon City, as far as the eye can see, is full of magnificent castles.
The tallest and most grandiose building is Balram’s palace.
Humans are quite common in Holy Dragon City and its surroundings.
You can meet a dozen people every few steps.
But these people are not ordinary citizens.
They are slaves branded with the Dragon Race mark on their faces.
In this era of the Celestial Weaving Star, the dragon people dominate and are the true rulers of the planet.
Humans, who once wielded influence, are now merely vassals of the Dragon Race.
Tasks like building palaces, constructing homes, and handling the filth of the city, all dirty and tiring jobs are forced upon humans.
Human bodies are only half the size of dragon people, and their physical qualities are far inferior.
Humans serving as slaves in Holy Dragon City and surrounding towns are frequently beaten or even killed directly if they inadvertently displease dragon people.
Indeed, in the era of dragon people’s rule, humans hold an extremely low status.
Human lives have even become units of currency measurement.
On this day, the weather was sunny.
The gentle sunlight fell on every corner of Holy Dragon City.
On the bustling streets, ugly white-skinned dragon people can be seen talking and laughing.
Each dragon person is followed by one or more human slaves.
These human slaves are responsible for taking care of all their chores.
As long as they perform well, they can avoid physical suffering and receive the leftovers from dragon people’s meals.
Even though living without dignity, they are also well-fed.
Yet, proud humans would rather die than bow to dragon people.
They engage in the harshest and most demanding labor in each bustling city, surviving tenaciously.
The dragon people’s whip lashes relentlessly on them.
The food provided is pitifully small, causing this group to be emaciated, while attempts are made through food control to utterly broke their mental defenses.
Yet, these people refuse to yield.
They hold the firmest belief that one day the resistance army would rise.
The resistance army could find a way to counter Balram and restore tranquility to Celestial Weaving Star.
For these people, being able to bask in the warm sunlight is already an immense happiness.
A dark-skinned, haggard, and skinny middle-aged man fell into reveries under the gentle brush of sunlight.
The warm sunlight stirred his mind into the river of memories.
Images of warm gatherings with family kept flashing in his mind.
Back then, he lived with the resistance army.
The desolate wilderness may be barren, but it never chilled the hearts.
He engaged tirelessly in the resistance army camp, mining rare metals, contributing his part toward developing new weapons.
One day, he encountered a girl who captured his heart, and everything beautiful began to unfold.
Unknowingly, the man bathing in sunlight beamed a happy smile on his face, standing still with a massive stone, grinning foolishly.
This scene enraged the dragon person overseeing the work.
Seeing a human dare to lose focus during work, the overseeing dragon person did not hesitate, and the whip filled with sharp thorns lashed fiercely, leaving shocking blood marks on the man’s back.
Immersed in happiness, the man was ripped from his pleasant memories by the pain coming from behind.
“Damn! I’ll fight you to the end!”
This man, resembling a piece of dried wood, had been enslaved for more than a decade.
In these ten or so years, the driving force keeping him alive was solely human victory and reunion with family.
Despite the daily self-reassurance that humans will ultimately succeed, and he would indeed meet his wife and child again one day, he also knows it’s nothing but self-consolation.
Those memories were so real, so happy.
It was the only time in over ten years.
Such vivid happiness was shattered by the hated dragon person’s whip, how could he bear it?
Without accident, it must’ve been his last face-to-face with his wife and daughter.
In a rage, he forgot everything.
The man swung his skinny fist, jumping up and striking fiercely at the dragon person’s ugly face.
The gap in physical fitness between them was already immense.
Moreover, this man had been subject to over a decade of abuse, how much strength could he explode now?
As he punched out, not only did it fail to hurt the dragon person at all, but instead rebounded off the dragon person’s hard skull, without mercy.
This strike failed to hurt the overseeing dragon person but did completely enrage it.
“That damned human, how dare you lay a hand on me!”
The dragon person, having lived a life of luxury, was in optimal physical condition.
It lifted its long halberd and leaped up high, fiercely stabbing at the human slave attacking it.
The man desperately closed his eyes, silently praying that his soul could return to the resistance camp and be reunited with his wife and children after his death.
But after waiting for a long time, he felt no pain at all.
When he opened his eyes, full of doubts, what entered his sight was an incredulous scene.
The chains on the enslaved humans were all broken.
The dragon people overseeing them were all lying on the ground in disarray, dead in extremely miserable states.
Standing confidently on the bustling street was a group of strangers, wearing slightly peculiar clothes.
“Master, these dragon people are so ugly. After traveling all this way, I am incensed. Master, may I have an opportunity to go and wipe them out entirely?”
A huge dragon, several miles long and covered in resplendent scales, respectfully crouched before a handsome young man, requesting in an extraordinarily deferential tone.
