Rise of the White Dragon

447 Chapter 447: Rushing to the Rescue

Several hours had passed since the barbecue on the private island ended, and everyone had resumed their usual activities.

It was almost 9 PM when an unexpected emergency arose: a city in the interior of Brazil was being attacked by frenzied mutant insects, some possessing Fifth Order powers.

Ingrid asked Luan, "We're going to help, right?"

Luan replied, "My grandfather asked us to help if possible. I can't refuse, especially if it's something 'simple' for me."

Hearing this, Ingrid smiled and said, "Then, I'll get ready."

When she returned, Ingrid had transformed. Her blonde hair was styled into a side ponytail with braids. She wore a purple armor with details mimicking dragon scales on the hands, feet, and waist, highlighted by a scale belt. The front and back of the armor, darker and sturdier, displayed a pair of blood-red open wings. Completing the look was a long purple battle skirt with dragon scales on the sides and black details, connected to the upper part of the armor, resembling shoelace patterns at the waist. Ingrid's green eyes radiated confidence as she faced Luan, also ready for battle.

"Ready?" she asked rhetorically.

Ingrid examined Luan's silver armor, accentuated by two golden triangles on the neck and chest. Below, the armor revealed a blue fabric through three openings on each side, connected by a triangle. At the waist, the design evoked ancient wavy daggers, integrated on both sides, overlaid by three silver layers with golden edges, ending in points similar to spears or ninja kunais. He complemented the look with dark pants and pointed silver boots with scales on the front. Under the armor, Luan wore a black long-sleeve T-shirt and silver gloves, covering his fingers in four layers.

"Yes, let's go," said Luan, wrapping his arm around Ingrid's waist before opening the door to the balcony. The next moment, they took off, floating over fluffy white clouds created by Luan.

Flying through the sky, Ingrid noticed that Luan's hair had grown back. His white, straight strands were now a bit longer, with the fringe growing and almost covering his right red eye, extending near his nose.

"Luan, are you planning to let your hair grow?" she asked curiously.

"Ah, actually, no," replied Luan, running his free hand through his hair. "These last few days have been so hectic that I didn't even think about it. But now that you mentioned it, it is longer than usual. I'll set aside some time later to trim it a bit."

"Mm," Ingrid murmured, making a nasalized sound in response.

In a matter of moments, they covered kilometers, propelled by the dizzying speed of the flying cloud. It was as if they were gliding through space, slicing through the air as swiftly as a comet streaking across the night sky. The scenery around them changed in the blink of an eye, rapidly transforming into a succession of blurred images. Cities and fields, rivers and mountains, all passed by them in a continuous blur, a fusion of colors and shapes that barely gave time for recognition. The speed was such that it seemed almost to defy the laws of physics, a testament to the extraordinary capability of the flying cloud.

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In a matter of moments, they covered kilometers, propelled by the dizzying speed of the flying cloud. It was as if they were gliding through space, slicing through the air as swiftly as a comet streaking across the night sky. The scenery around them changed in the blink of an eye, rapidly transforming into a succession of blurred images. Cities and fields, rivers and mountains, all passed by them in a continuous blur, a fusion of colors and shapes that barely gave time for recognition. The speed was such that it seemed almost to defy the laws of physics, a testament to the extraordinary capability of the flying cloud.

"We're arriving," Luan announced.

"Hehe, with this speed, it's no surprise," Ingrid commented with a soft laugh. "I hope we can get there in time to minimize the losses."

"Well, that's inevitable," said Luan. "We'll do our best, but it's impossible to completely avoid casualties."

"That's true," Ingrid agreed, understanding the situation.

Their journey to the city passed in an instant, as if time itself were compressed. As they entered the urban space, they could already see the swarm of insects attacking the city, a mass so large it obscured the moon, the stars, and the clouds in the sky.

Ingrid bit her lower lip as she observed the scene. It was a terrible sight, far worse than she had imagined.

Some local cultivators bravely fought against the insects, but they were clearly outnumbered. Many of the insects were formidably powerful. At that moment, Ingrid witnessed a horrific scene: a cultivator being brutally split in half by a giant red flying praying mantis, as large as a car. The insect sliced through the air with its sharp blades, and in a quick, cruel movement, the cultivator was bisected, with each half of his body falling to opposite sides. The visual impact of the scene was shocking, depicting the violence and despair of the battle in a viscerally raw way.

Ingrid focused her energy, and before her, a scythe formed from blood. The weapon was elegant, with a curved, shiny blade, red as a ruby, emanating an aura of lethal power. With a determined gesture, Ingrid hurled the scythe toward the red praying mantis.

"Whoosh!"

The scythe spun through the air, cutting through space with surgical precision. Upon striking the praying mantis, it penetrated the insect's exoskeleton with ease, like a sharp blade slicing through an onion. The impact released a gush of slimy green blood, spraying in all directions. The scene was grotesque and yet mesmerizing, with the blood scythe gliding through the insect's body, leaving a trail of destruction and viscous fluids.

Ingrid, mentally controlling the scythe, guided it in a deadly dance among the frenzied mutant insects. With each movement, the weapon sliced through the air and the bodies of the insects, dividing them with precise and lethal blows. It was a ballet of destruction, with the scythe moving back and forth, each strike taking a life. Insects were cut in half, their separated parts falling to the ground, while others were dismembered, losing wings or limbs in a spectacle of controlled carnage. Ingrid's skill in maneuvering the weapon with such dexterity and precision was impressive, demonstrating her control and power over the deadly blood scythe.

"Who did this?"

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Lruska