The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Who’s that?”
The wind blew incessantly. Nataniel turned to glance at a spot seven to eight meters to his right.
Footsteps sounded as Ocho and seven Dragon Guardians stood in the middle of a wide street.
He observed Nataniel and Rosalyn. His gaze gleamed intimidatingly as he said in a stern tone, “Are you passersby or enemies?”
Ocho and the seven Dragon Guardians’ presence filled the air with a heavy sense of threat. Nataniel’s mask glowed brightly with
a silverish-white light as he said, “Why does it matter whether we are passersby or enemies?”
One of the Dragon Guardians behind Ocho shouted threateningly, “Passersby are to scram, but enemies shall die!”
“Haha, how intimidating?” Nataniel sneered in anger.
“Seinove, Septo. You two are to stay here. Everyone else will follow me in.” Ocho glanced at Nataniel indifferently before waving
his hand to give out orders.
The Dragon Guardian who had spoken intimidatingly narrowed his eyes. “Why do I have to stay?”
Ocho turned around. He looked at Seinove and waved his fist. “Because my fist is stronger than yours.”
Septo, who was also ordered to stay behind, sounded disappointed as he said, “Forget it, Seinove. Ocho worked closely with
Tres. His fist is indeed stronger than yours.”
“Nonsense!” Seinove widened his eyes in anger. They flashed intimidatingly as he said, “What’s the use of comparing our fists?
We should compare the number of enemies we have killed!”
After saying that, his body flashed as he dashed at lightning speed into the rolling blood-red smog.
“What the heck? Why won’t you follow instructions? Ocho, I’ll go and catch him.” Septo prepared to dash forward as he spoke.
The remaining Dragon Guardians watched Seinove and Septo disappear into the mysterious red smog and exchanged glances
with each other. Their eyes gleamed.
“Hey, Septo, you won’t be able to stop Seinove by yourself. I’ll help you!” One of the Dragon Guardians shouted and rushed
ahead at lightning speed.

“Me too!”
Another Dragon Guardian ran into the blood-red smog.
“Wait for me...”
More Dragon Guardians dashed into the smog.
Soon, the wide street became empty except for Ocho.
Rosalyn observed them from the side and said with disdain, “What a disorganized team! Even if they are strong individually, what
use are they like this?”
“No, I think it is nice to fight alongside people like them.” Nataniel shook his head. He seemed to be in deep thought.
“What do you mean?” Rosalyn frowned.
Subordinates who refused to listen to commands are useless; just like scattered sand. How can they hope to achieve anything?
“You don’t understand.” Nataniel looked solemn. “Let me ask you something. Would you dare to infiltrate this Blood Prison?”
Infiltrate it?
Rosalyn looked at the rippling surface of the blood-red smog. She could see the numerous ghostly figures underneath and hear
the constant inhuman howls. Her gaze froze briefly, and she gradually shook her head.
Then, she bit her red lower lip and explained indignantly, “We have no idea about the situation inside. It’s unwise to infiltrate it.”
“In that case, why did they compete to be the first to get in?” Nataniel asked softly, “Were they so stupid that they could not see
the danger within?”
“How would I know?” Rosalyn rolled her eyes.
“I suppose you don’t.” Nataniel smiled beneath the silver mask.
After a moment of silence, he looked at Ocho with confusion and asked, “You there? Why aren’t you going in?”