I Am Your Natural Enemy

"Did you bring the stuff? We don't have much time, so let's make this quick," Old Meng looked around and urged.

A person came out from the opposite side, taking out two boxes.

Upon opening, one box contained a tall and slender seal and a silver cross; in the other box, a collection of rusty fragments was neatly arranged.

Old Meng scrutinized them closely, and once he was sure there were no issues, he nodded his head.

He then pulled out a box he carried with him, gave it a shake, and a glass coffin fell out, containing an intact Devil's Body.

"Pleasant trading. Next time you get your hands on something good, I can buy it from you first."

Old Meng nodded in satisfaction, stowed the items into his own box, leaving the boxes brought by the other party behind.

Just as the trade was completed and both parties were about to leave, a halo emerged in the sky, and a beam of light descended from above.

A foreigner was too slow to dodge and, caught in the beam, revealed his true Vampire form before being reduced to ashes.

Without looking back, Old Meng returned to his carriage. Now that the trade was finished, it didn't matter into whose hands the Devil's Body fell.

He certainly didn't want to sell to the Church's people. They were too deceitful, reneging on promises and double-crossing—even worse than these beings the Church calls Dark Creatures.

He whipped the reins, and the Thestral pulled the carriage away at a breakneck pace.

But in the next instant, another arrow of light came shooting, striking the Thestral squarely in the forehead.

The Thestral let out a tragic cry, and Old Meng quickly took out a bottle of red Potion, stuffing it, bottle and all, into the Thestral's mouth.

As the light arrow gradually dissipated, Old Meng got angry.

"Hey, damn it, still so overbearing, huh? Fine, just you wait," he grumbled.

Old Meng took out a round-bottomed flask. The purple liquid inside seemed to boil. He placed an unidentified material into the flask, and the liquid slowly calmed down, turning into a deep blue Potion.

He shoved the flask into the Thestral's mouth.

"Swallow it whole, don't waste it. Come on, transform into a dragon and take them out."

"Why don't you wait for me to die before you bring it out!" the Thestral complained fiercely.

After swallowing the flask, its head began to change, gradually taking on the form of a dragon's head.

Old Meng's eyes widened, and he slapped it, exclaiming, "Are you out of your mind? We're in Europa, and you transform into a dragon of the Divine Land? Isn't that just asking for trouble and giving them an excuse? We're in a fight; of course, you should turn into one of their dragons, the more ferocious the better."

The old fellow found that reasonable. Its head shook, and out came a fierce dragon's head. Two more heads sprouted from its neck, while wings unfolded on its back.

In a few breaths, it had transformed into a ferocious Flying Dragon with three heads, wings, and a body covered in bulges.

The Flying Dragon grew larger and larger, stretching dozens of meters long. With a single flap of its wings, which acted like shields, it blocked other attacks.

With a flapping of its wings, it stirred up a windstorm and soared into the sky.

Old Meng stood on the back of the Flying Dragon, chuckling coldly.

"Come on, let's hit them hard."

All three dragon heads roared in unison: one spewed oil, another breathed fire, and the last blew a fierce wind. The three combined into a massive fireball that rolled forward.

The fire surged like a tidal wave, sweeping everything in its path into flames.

At that moment, from all around, figures shining with light appeared, all of them winged with ferocious faces.

In the distance, a group of people were chanting holy Curse Scriptures, and a heavy pressure began to emerge in the air.

Old Meng's face changed.

"Hurry up! These bastards are serious this time. There's a Professional in there, going to lock down this space and wipe us all out."

As soon as the Flying Dragon heard this, it panicked.

"I've been telling you to move fast, and you've been dragging your feet until now!"

Flapping its wings, its speed suddenly accelerated, no longer caring if it would leave behind any coordinates.

A cross of light lit up in the sky. The figures standing in all directions, their radiance growing stronger and stronger.

Under this light, the Dark Creatures coming for the trade began to evaporate.

When the Flying Dragon passed over the ground, it grabbed the glass coffin with its talons, its speed soaring to the limit.

In the instant the pillar of light struck down, it tumbled into the Void and disappeared.

Moments later, when the light dispersed, there was nothing but char within several hundred meters.

A girl arrived at the place where Old Meng had vanished. Reaching out her hand, the space there began to fluctuate. After a few seconds, she shook her head.

"He's not coming back; he's lost. There are no coordinates, no direction. No use chasing."

Behind her, an old man said expressionlessly, "Notify the others. That guy from Divine Land was trading with the Dark Creatures, and they turned on each other, perishing together."

...

In the dark Void, the Flying Dragon was flapping its wings.

"Have you found the direction yet?"

Old Meng's brow was furrowed tightly.

"Shut up! I'm sensing it."

An hour later, sweat began to form on Old Meng's forehead, and the Flying Dragon's form was starting to shrink.

"I can't hold on much longer, Old Meng! You dare to travel without setting coordinates!"

"Quiet! I'm about to sense it!"

Five minutes later, Old Meng's eyes lit up, and he pointed in one direction.

"This way! Quick, it's this way!"

A faint point of light appeared ahead. Under Old Meng's guidance, the light rapidly grew larger, eventually forming an exit.

The Flying Dragon's form kept shrinking. Tumbling, it transformed into a Mole Cricket and fell onto the road. Old Meng's carriage also changed into a tricycle, tumbling out of the exit, followed by the glass coffin.

Old Meng disregarded the abrasions on his body. He stood up and, upon seeing the familiar surroundings, burst into loud laughter.

"I knew it! After so many days, that guy must have accumulated even more good stuff! I didn't set any coordinates, daring to break through directly, not fearing getting lost. Would those bastards dare to follow me?"

Old Meng sat on the ground, sweat pouring down his forehead, looking completely drained.

After a moment, from beneath that coffin, a bat stealthily poked its head out, just as it was about to fly away.

A path automatically opened in the nearby wall.

A man, whose killing aura was almost tangible, sat on a pillar, watching coldly.

A man radiating Yang Energy like a scorching sun approached from afar, a look of impatience on his face.

Further away, a particularly imposing individual stuck his head out of a building, looking in this direction.