105: Chapter 104 My Dragon Sons and Daughters Who Have Nowhere to Show Off

Ten minutes later.

News came from the Alliance Headquarters: the lockdowns on all major cities were lifted, the formations were dismantled, and the crisis alert was cleared.

Shen Yunshang stood before the light screen, her finger pressing the activation button of the teleportation formation.

"I've handed the people over to you. Take care of yourselves."

The communication was instantly cut off.

The light screen fell into darkness.

In the center of the Noble Families' underground fortress hall, a massive directional spatial teleportation formation suddenly erupted with a blinding silver light.

Fierce winds howled as space itself distorted.

After the intense light dissipated, nine giant iron cages, tightly wrapped in black cloth, crashed heavily onto the polished marble floor.

The marble floor tiles were instantly smashed into a vast web of cracks.

An extremely pungent and nauseating stench instantly wafted out from the gaps in the black cloth.

Inside the iron cages, the barking of dogs was incredibly loud!

"Woof! Woof!"

But to the members of the Noble Families, this sounded like their ancestors were being locked in dog cages together with dogs!!

It was an absolute humiliation!!!

"Quick!"

Zhou Heng's eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears as he was the first to rush forward.

The higher-ups of the fifteen Noble Families gathered around; some wanted to watch the spectacle, while others truly wanted to save their ancestors.

Several tearful members of the Noble Families went forward to open the cages.

"Quick, pull off the black cloth! Smash this junk to pieces!"

"Don't be afraid, Ancestor! We're home!"

Zhou Heng took the lead, his hands gripping the black cloth covering the first iron cage tightly, and he yanked it with all his might.

The heavy black cloth instantly slid off and hit the ground.

Zhou Heng widened his eyes in excitement and shouted:

"Patriarch, we've come to get you..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

The ecstatic smile froze completely on his face.

Inside the iron cage, there was no ancestor of the Fifth Class Advancement at all.

Only a massive, foul-smelling mountain of flesh.

This mound of flesh was covered in dense, writhing tentacles.

Over a dozen blood-red eyeballs spun erratically and frantically on the surface of the flesh, staring fixedly at the crowd outside.

And at the very top of the flesh mass, a dog's head with half of Zhou Yanting's face was grinning at Zhou Heng with an extremely eerie smile.

"Woof!"

The dog head barked cheerfully.

The moment their eyes met.

Zhou Heng's eyes exploded on the spot, blood and brain matter spraying out!

Immediately after, a non-human shriek erupted from his throat, and a second massive tumor began to bulge visibly on his neck.

An imperceptible corruption, at the moment the black cloth was pulled away...

...erupted in full!

On Zhou Heng's mangled neck, something was frantically writhing and growing.

*Crack—*

The sound of bones twisting and snapping was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent underground hall.

A huge, oozing duck head forced its way out of Zhou Heng's neck, opening its flat beak.

"Quack!"

The duck's cry was extremely loud.

The entire room fell into a dead silence.

Ling Tian's hand, which had been holding a goblet, froze in mid-air.

He stared fixedly at the duck head, and with a "buzz," the string of sanity in his mind snapped.

"No... don't look! Everyone close your eyes!"

Ling Tian roared hoarsely and jerked his head away.

Too late.

The rule-level visual corruption had already taken hold the instant eyes met.

*Splat.*

The goblet in Ling Tian's hand shattered.

He tried to let go, only to find his five fingers rapidly melting and fusing, hardening into a pair of massive, bright red crab claws.

"Wha... what is this? My hands!"

Ling Tian waved his large crab claws in terror, his legs uncontrollably bending and turning outward.

On the polished marble floor, he began to scuttle sideways at high speed uncontrollably, white foam constantly bubbling from his mouth.

Despair.

Ultimate despair enveloped the entire underground fortress.

But the scene before them strangely possessed the absurdity of a dark joke.

"Save me! Patriarch Ling, save me!"

An elder of the Helian Family screamed in despair.

The clothes on his lower body were completely torn apart, his legs twisting and fusing into a thick, spring-like pillar of flesh.

*Thump!*

He suddenly jumped into the air, his head slamming heavily into the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, leaving him bloodied.

*Thump!*

He fell.

*Thump!*

And bounced back up.

Like an unstoppable fleshy pogo stick, with every hit he spat out a large mouthful of blood, while uncontrollable laughter erupted from his mouth:

"Hahahaha... help! Hahaha..."

Further away, a manager of the Shangguan Family grew six small legs and was writhing frantically on the ground like a caterpillar.

The patriarchs of several small families clung to each other, vibrant piranha plants blooming from their necks.

The flowers bit into each other, spraying juices everywhere, yet their bodies still retained human sensation, causing them to roll on the floor in agony.

"Woof! Woof!"

Inside the iron cage containing the nine ancestors of the Fifth Class Advancement, the dog head formed from Zhou Yanting's face leaned against the bars, watching the scene with excitement.

It even wagged a non-existent tail.

Outside the underground fortress.

Thousands of elite thugs from the Noble Families guarding the passages heard the commotion and rushed in with weapons.

"Patriarch! What happened..."

Before the Guard Captain could finish his sentence, he saw Ling Tian scuttling toward him sideways, waving large crab claws.

Their eyes met.

The Guard Captain froze.

Immediately after, his head exploded with a "bang," and a stalk of bright green celery sprouted from his neck.

The corruption, like a plague, spread frantically throughout the Noble Families' base with an unstoppable force.

In the sky.

Lin Mo stepped on his Airflow Domain, hands in his pockets, hovering amidst the clouds.

He had originally planned to come down and teach these Noble Family higher-ups a lesson himself once Shen Yunshang confirmed the civilians were safe.

But as he looked down at the chaotic and absurd scene below, the interest in his eyes vanished instantly.

"Is that it? How boring."

Lin Mo yawned.

He had thought the higher-ups of the Noble Families could at least hold out for a day or two before fully mutating, but he hadn't expected them to succumb completely in less than ten minutes.

"Forget it, let them entertain themselves here."

Lin Mo retracted his domain and turned to leave.

Shen Yunshang's phantom condensed in mid-air; as she looked at the bizarre scene below, her voice wavered slightly.

"You're not going down?"

Shen Yunshang asked.

"No."

Lin Mo glanced down with disgust.

"It's too disgusting; I'm afraid of getting my shoes dirty."

He waved his hand.

"Clean up the remaining mess yourselves, and don't bother me. I'm going home to be with Xiao Li."

After saying that.

A spatial rift split open directly in front of Lin Mo.

He stepped inside and instantly vanished, leaving more decisively than anyone.

Shen Yunshang sighed softly as she looked at the spot where Lin Mo had disappeared.

She turned her gaze to the battlefield below, her eyes instantly becoming chillingly cold.

"Pass down my orders!"

"For all mutated Noble Family targets, there is no need for live capture. Use full-power fire coverage and grant them physical salvation!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Alliance's Mana Heavy Cannons began to roar.

...

In just one day.

The battle in the Southern Great Desolation came to a close.

From dawn to dusk, Shen Yunshang led the Alliance's main force, crushing ten of the fifteen major Noble Families' primary bases with overwhelming force.

The Ling Family, Zhou Family, Helian Family... these once-overbearing giants were completely annihilated without organizing even a semblance of decent resistance.

Those higher-ups turned into monsters and were reduced to ashes by the Alliance's heavy firepower.

Meanwhile, the leaderless underlings surrendered one after another, raising white flags.

This was undoubtedly the easiest and most absurd victory since the founding of the Alliance.

Night.

Core City, Shen Family Manor.

Lin Mo leaned back on the sofa in the master bedroom, with Su Xiaoli clinging to him like a koala.

Lin Mo was recounting his great achievements in the Trial Tower.

Of course, regarding the parts about the beautiful Dragon Girl Dance Troupe and the Massage Troupe, Lin Mo selectively polished his story.

There was a knock at the door.

Shen Yunshang pushed the door open, walked in, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"Ten Noble Families, all taken down."

Shen Yunshang placed the battle report on the table, her tone far from relaxed.

"Why only ten? Weren't they all wiped out?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"There are still five Noble Families left."

Shen Yunshang's expression became extremely solemn.

"Their bases have been occupied by people from the Dragon Temple."

"We are unsure of their strength, so we haven't made any rash moves."

As the former number-one transcendent power on the continent, the strength of the Dragon Temple was unquestionable.

Shen Yunshang did not have a guaranteed chance of victory.

"Eh! Has the Dragon Temple finally made a move?!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became exceptionally excited!

He had collected so many dragon daughters and sons, and he was just worrying about having nowhere to show them off!