Sky-cracking Rider

Riding a dragon once is a ride, twice is also a ride, and three times is still a ride; since ancient times, some things only differ between zero times and countless times.

And as for the head... losing it once means death, losing it twice? That's wishful thinking!

Unless one is born with two heads, don't even dream about losing your head twice.

Chen Xiao'er also only had one head, and nobody could kill him twice.

Human adaptability is innate, especially for those bold as brass (a dead pig does not fear boiling water). With perfect composure, Chen Fei stepped onto the Blade Wing of the female Metallic Dragon, standing firmly on its back. His Psi Skill immediately activated, emitting countless tiny geometrical shapes all over his body, which quickly assembled into the "Dragon King" Assault Heavy Armor, covering him from head to toe.

The big shot Louis Landon, Her Royal Highness Princess Lin Ziyu, and Teacher Shen Fei all nodded in unison—it had the right feel to it.

It didn't matter whether the Dragon Clan admitted it or not, after all, they were just doing it for fun, and who knows, it might even become an amusement attraction in the future, considering that Sky Dragon City had commercialized so much that it was nearly turning into a theme park.

A Dragon Spear in the shape of the "Longinus" Plane Coordinate was thrust into Chen Fei's hand, arming him on the spot.

The considerate service of the female Metallic Dragon was touching, but unfortunately, the Dragon Spear was only to be borrowed and would be reclaimed after use; it wasn't that Yilan was stingy, but rather that the young dragons weren't wealthy enough to afford such generosity.

After considering it for a moment, Chen Fei used his Psi Skill to evolve the Dragon Spear into a Railgun that was compatible with ammunition below 200mm in caliber. The base automatically integrated with the dragon's back, easily handling the recoil from firing magnetic projectiles.

Chen Xiao'er nodded—Metallic Dragons were indeed born to be perfect artillery platforms. He really wanted to fire it off.

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The truly armed to the teeth Metallic Dragon, carrying Chen Fei, descended from the sky with a boom amidst uniform gasps of astonishment and a flurry of exclamations, causing fine dust to rise to the heavens as they landed squarely into the Rebel Army's "Radiant Tiger" Legion camp.

Flashlights from numerous photography devices flashed incessantly as high-definition digital images were rapidly produced.

"Here he comes, here he comes, it's that 'Rookie'. Hiss, is he a Dragon Rider? How can he stand on the back of a dragon?"

"Is this what a Metallic Dragon looks like? It's practically a war machine in the shape of a Giant Dragon—Giant Dragons, Railguns, Single Soldier Tactical Armor... born for battle."

"The murderous aura is overwhelming! My face feels like it's been scratched by a knife."

"Didn't Sky Dragon City declare neutrality? Why is there a Metallic Dragon here? Is there some special explanation?"

"Hehehe! Orders just came in, all photos captured of the Giant Dragon are to be deleted!"

"What? What's going on? Is the Dragon Race unreasonable now?"

"Minor Protection Law, that dragon isn't a thousand years old yet. Those who want to face a lawsuit, feel free to keep your photos."

"..."

Inside the "Radiant Tiger" Legion's camp, there wasn't just the Rebel Army's forces, but also journalists from the Silan Dynasty and Blue Star Sovereignty, who had received permission to enter the camp and carry out their work within the designated areas.

Both parties to the conflict tacitly understood each other, and at this moment, it was a rare cease-fire period. Clearly, the Rebel Army's leadership also harbored individuals of broad perspectives and open minds.

Most of the journalists on the scene were from Blue Star, representing the Blue Star Sovereignty. Dragons were already rare on Cangqiong Star, and even rarer on Blue Star.

Therefore, for most Blue Star People, being able to witness a dragon at such close quarters was naturally uncontrollably exciting—it was, at last, a chance to see a living dragon.

"Legion Commander, what does 'Rookie' mean by this?"

As an acquaintance, Minante didn't look too pleased, halting his approach mid-stride upon witnessing this scene. Even in this public setting, he still referred to his uncle, the "Radiant Tiger" Legion's Legion Commander Befas, by his military rank.

Compared to his previous unarmed visit, Chen Fei's arrogance had reached its peak this time, entering the camp with such a show of force precisely during the press time, hitting right on the mark.

This display was akin to slapping the "Radiant Tiger" Legion in the face with a move called "Descending Dragon's Might," not willing to give the slightest bit of face.

Minante could, of course, understand Chen Fei's anger over the "Undying Pigeon" Legion's deployment of a mature Metallic Dragon to attack the hotel where his girlfriend was staying, but this wasn't the "Undying Pigeon" Legion's camp, and he should have restrained himself a bit, right?

"Dragon Rider? Pah!"

The "Radiant Tiger" Legion's Commander, Befas, Minante's uncle, also had a temper to contend with upon seeing this scene.

This manner of landing was blatantly provocative, with journalists from two civilized planets on-site. If this wasn't a show of power, then what was it?

"Give the order, stop those journalists!"

Legion Commander Befas didn't want the media to sensationalize the situation, preferring to risk offending the journalists rather than let them ask Chen Fei all sorts of disorderly questions that could lead to a mess.

His order was timely; just as Chen Fei was alighting from the back of the Metallic Dragon, and the journalists were about to swarm him, a group of stoic soldiers blocked their path.

The "Radiant Tiger" Legion deployed their most elite Military Police squad, with the security platoon ready to act at a moment's notice. Legion Commander Befas's level of concern for the situation was self-evident.

"'Rookie,' this makes it very difficult for me!"

Taking advantage of the Military Police blocking the soon-to-be troublesome media, Minante hurriedly approached, intercepting Chen Fei to prevent him from getting close to the journalists.

Now, with "Rookie" added to the mix with the journalists, not only would there be a chemical reaction, but there might also be a "big explosion." The Righteous Army cared about its reputation; such a slap in the face could damage their cause.

Without a proper name, words fail to follow; and when words fail to follow, deeds cannot succeed. The Righteous Army wishes to restore the Zilu Continent—the fewer such scandals, the better. Should one arise, we hope to minimize the issue and dissolve it into nothingness.

"With the 'Radiant Tiger' Legion rebelling once more, it wouldn't be difficult to proceed!"

Chen Fei's "Dragon King" Assault Heavy Armor receded like a tide, transitioning into the "Dragon Guard" Strike-Type Tactical Armor sans tactical helmet, with a railgun combat rifle slung across his back.

Not far behind, the female Metallic Giant Dragon still carried the railgun, its muzzle loaded with six 152mm demolition bombs and pointed directly at the barracks, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Although he still had 600mm demolition bombs at his disposal, Chen Fei didn't dare use them carelessly, fearing he might also be blown away with a single shot.

"You..."

Minante was so angry that he nearly fell over backwards.

Damn it, he had tried to maintain a friendly relationship and atmosphere between the two parties with kind words, yet this "Rookie" actually helped the Slan Dynasty speak, despite being a completely irrelevant outsider, uttering some inexplicable nonsense.

With each rebellion, what did they take the "Radiant Tiger" Legion—and him, Minante—for?

"What? Don't understand?"

Chen Fei suddenly stopped, his gaze intense as he stared at Minante.

"Of course, I don't understand!"

Minante replied gruffly and loudly.

"Valenya is a member of the Rebel Army, and so are you. Any decision made by anyone in the Rebel Army signifies an act of the whole rebellion. All members of the Rebel Army, including each and every individual, must pay for the foolish acts of their foolish companions."

Chen Fei's words caused Minante's pupils to shrink slightly, dispensing with the courtesy of referring to the Righteous Army and directly calling them the Rebel Army to their face—a stark accusation, as if pointing to a monk and cursing him for being bald-headed.

Under an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent, and of course, he understood this principle. Not only did his face look unseemly, but his heart felt as if he'd been screwed by a Husky. He wished he could drag the "Undying Pigeon" Legion Commander Valenya out of the detention point and personally flay him, dismantle him limb from limb, and scatter his remains to the winds.

However, the life of the "Undying Pigeon" Legion Commander no longer belonged to anyone else but the young man before him— "Rookie" Chen Fei.

The opportunity to settle both public and private grievances together was the result of a multi-party compromise and balance, something not so easily achieved by just anyone else.

Combining Chen Fei's slap in the face with the previous sentence, commanding the "Radiant Tiger" Legion to correct the chaos, appeared to be the perfect solution to resolve the conflict between the two sides. If you don't want to share the blame, then leave the Rebel Army's ranks.

"Can't you just save a bit of face?"

There was a hint of pleading in Minante's tone.

True friends are incredibly rare, with not more than three or five confidants in one's life, the rest being mere acquaintances. He didn't want to give up so easily on Chen Fei, a good friend, but their positions were difficult to reconcile.

"No!"

Chen Fei rejected him without any hesitation.

"Isn't there any other way?"

Minante persisted unwillingly.

"If I take down your uncle..."

Chen Fei pointed to the location of the "Radiant Tiger" Legion Commander Befas.

Almost at the same time, the female Metallic Giant Dragon Yilan on the back rotated the railgun's muzzle, targeting that spot.

The atmosphere on-site abruptly stilled with no forewarning, as if frozen in an instant, with the air thick with imminent danger.

The previously noisy media personnel collectively fell silent, their eyes shifting uncertainly between Chen Fei and the still-calm Legion Commander Befas.

Someone's face suddenly turned pale as they estimated the radius of destruction from the railgun's caliber, fearing no one here would survive.

Minante's face fluctuated between shades of pale and white, unable to accept his own uncle being blasted to death, finally empathizing with Chen Fei's resentment.

"Minante, hurry up and bring him out, I'm short on time!"

Chen Fei urged the still-dazed Minante. His linger in Nandu City was not to deal with the Rebel Army but to attend to something far more important—like saving the world or something of that nature.

"Aren't you in a bit of a rush? Oh right, right, I will arrange it immediately."

Initially puzzled, Minante quickly caught on.

Propelling the "Undying Pigeon" Legion Commander Valenya out as a sacrifice to ease the pressure on all sides was not exactly a face-saving affair for the Rebel Army.

Since it was a slap on the face anyway, why not make it quicker? The sooner it was over, the sooner the pain would subside.