"No, I don't, it's not me. I didn't do anything. Wright hurriedly denied it three times and explained.

However, Klinyin in front of him was disdainful, he was like a wolf being played by a hunter, and while "licking" his wounds, he would no longer believe any sweet words that the hunter said to him.

"Wright, you slowly back away, our guns are all on his feet, whatever he is. As long as he dares to go against you, the bullets around him will kill him. The people here, including Shamon, are either good hunters or former Imperial soldiers, and they won't give that person any chance. Timod said as he stood behind him, a cautious look on his face, but the gun in his hand did not tremble, aiming at Klinyin's chest.

"You, why are you here. Wright asked, his feet moving back and forth with the same caution, slowly stepping back.

He heard the sound of Clint wheezing like a beast in front of him, and he didn't want to make any movement to stimulate Clin. After all, he didn't want his body to be harmed in any way.

"Do you remember those kids? I don't think you remember them. Yesterday was Imperial Halloween, and one of them played a trick on you, and the other one played a trick on me in the morning. You'll wonder why I'm tolerant of them, and that's one of the results. They just told me that your big brother didn't come out of the alleyway after entering the alleyway, and was even crushed under him. I rushed over. It just so happened that he had the same breath as a meteorite. As one of the users of the Demonic Force, I can perceive it clearly. Timod explained, also moving slowly forward.

Although the distance between the two was tens of meters, Timod tried to shorten the distance between the two of them as much as possible.

However, the two of them did not walk for long, and a voice as cold as ice came from their ears:

"Stop, I said stop. ”

That, of course, came from Klinn.

"Wright, run!" shouted Timod, quickly picking up his pistol and moving forward.

Wright, who had been instructed by Timod, didn't want to pass up this crucial opportunity, and he turned around, his leg muscles contracted violently, and he ran straight forward.

Phew!

The rapid bullet struck near the Klinn sound, making a sound like metal colliding.

With the tide, an unpredictable fog also rises around Klinyin.

This sudden obstruction of vision not only disturbed the people present visually, but even mentally seemed to the experienced soldiers present, including Timod, as if they were covered with a veil, and they were completely unable to understand the direction around them.

Bang!bang......

Panicked gunfire rang out one after another, and the seasoned soldiers were able to use their memories to get to the right place at first, but when the fog extended further, most of their guns hit their own people.

There was only one round of gunfire, and Wright and Klinyin no longer heard any sounds.

It seems that most of the people here have been bewitched physically and mentally by the fog.

"Long live the frost!" Klinyin whispered, his left hand no longer holding the wound, but in a state of clenching his fist, condensing the natural demonic power around him.

"The god of frost protects me in the sky, and the god of fire moves me from within. The gods merge the two powers, between ice and fire, in the middle of the wind and the earth, at the end of reason, and give me the power to destroy everything. Klinn whispered the incantation.

Immediately after, a pile of ice that seemed to be alive gradually gathered around his body, and they condensed, gradually forming several silvery-white tentacles that were still splitting.

"Come back!" Clint roared, directing the tentacles to grab in Wright's direction.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" Wright was a little flustered by the unprepared grasp, and had to slap the tentacle with his hand, trying to make it feel a little pain, and then give up.

But he was wrong!

The tentacles formed by the demonic power did not feel anything, and he was different from the naturally formed gods, or monsters. It serves its owner and does not have any capacity for independent thinking.

Moreover, even if there is pain, it cannot be transmitted to Klinyin's body.

"In the fog I can win. But for now, I don't want to lead you to any answers, nor do I want you to go into the underworld. I just want to pierce your body with ice, make you end your life in pain and cold, and finally shatter into a mess of flesh, and then disappear from this world completely. By the way, I'm looking for something too. But he's not a thing, he's a person, someone who disappears from me alive. There are people who have worked hard for years for the right path, but in the end they are ruined by a little ridiculous desire. Originally, I thought you had qualities that would lead me in the right direction, but I seemed to be wrong. Klinyin said, using his magic power to pull the tentacles violently.

He held Leitra next to his body.

And at this time, the two of them are in a state of close chest and back.

"Don't. Wright pleaded, almost crying.

From Klin's heavy wheezing sound and the chilling feeling of the demonic power, Wright sensed an extremely strong killing intent.

This is a sign of death.

"No, I won't change my decision easily. And your blood might be able to help me find some of the right clues. Perhaps, when I find the Son of the Dragon, I won't be very embarrassed. Klinyin said, continuing to manipulate the icy tentacles.

The silver-white tentacle also seemed to have been carved by a craftsman at this time, and four or five delicate eyes grew.

Beneath the silver-white eyelids, including the whites of these eyes, and the pitch-black eyeballs that fit the characteristics of the people of the Avantley Empire and the Flame Empire.

It's like a god is watching something.

Then, as if ready, one of the tentacles plunged straight into Wright's abdomen after a slight pause.

"Ahh

Bright red blood poured out of his mouth and under his navel at the same time.

For a moment, the red substance not only soaked his clothes, but also the white ground with a faint frost attached to it.

It's like there's a little crimson in the white sky.

"Do you feel pain too? I thought I was the only one who could feel it. Klinyin mocked in a low voice.

A memory of a long time ago flashed through his mind.

It was a dark palace with a raging fire, the flames outside mingling with the roar of the wind, like a sleepy beast breaking free from something. The people in the flames rolled, their bodies twisted as if they were doing some bizarre dance as they screamed from hell. The scarlet full moon in the sky was so chilling, but through the depths of the flames, he saw a purple scepter.

"Purple scepter, purple nobleman. None of that can be forgiven. Clint muttered, the scene he remembered before him as if the projector hadn't stopped, still there.

"Klinyin, you say...... I said your name was Klinyin, right? I think...... You must have the same ...... A past that you can't forget, but ...... But you should look for it. Instead of...... It's not about creating some disaster, or passing it on to me. Wright swallowed the pain and persuaded him.

In the case of a huge disparity in strength, he could only use words as much as possible to touch Klinyin, who was already a little emotionally out of control behind him.

"No way. You are not being passed on, but you must be torn apart or pierced by me. Only your blood can show me the right path. This is what I felt after my second close encounter with you. There is a mysterious and powerful power hidden within you. Maybe you have never felt it, and even I have only felt it when I have almost zero contact with you. It's really the Lord's game (Evantley proverb, it means to be tricked), and if you don't deceive me, maybe we can work together on a deeper level. Clint grinned, restraining Wright even tighter.

"Mysterious power? cooperation? I really never felt it. But judging from the magic source power I have mastered, I can read one from you..... A message. That's what I'm looking for. Wright said, turning his head as hard as he could, making eye contact with Clint as much as he could.

"What's the message?" Clinyin felt a little surprised.

"You're a dragon. Wright guessed:

"Your breath is exactly the same now as it was twenty years ago. ”

After nearly ten seconds of silence, Klinyin let out a low laugh.

It was like hinting to Wright that his guess was correct, but it was more like a wry smile at himself.

But this emotion didn't last long, and Klinyin turned his face sinking again, mobilized those silver-white tentacles, and struck straight at Wright's body.

Poof!

The first two were the sound of Wright's thighs and chest being punctured, and the third was the sound of another stream of blood gushing from his mouth.

"I think that's enough. Your guess is not wrong. I am indeed a true dragon, and I am indeed not the birdman you call it. Because mature dragons are always very low-key, and those half-dragons will show off everywhere. That's why I can't let you go. Your blood can help me find the person I want to find, I told you. But what I need is all. You see, that blood doesn't continue to drip on the ground, but condenses in your chest. Soon, they will be sent into my magical power, and I will be able to gain even more power. By the way, I also have a name for the Flame Empire, Dragon. Klinyin said, his eyes looking expectantly ahead.

At this moment, his anger, panic, and confusion were gone.

In its place is hope and anticipation.

Things did go in the direction he had envisioned.

The ball of blood, which was gradually becoming crystal clear, was also nourished by the blood that Wright continued to gush out.

However, Klinyin did gradually feel a cold breath coming from his chest towards his body.

"No, I have both ice and fire, and there's no reason to feel the cold. Klinyin wondered, his gaze shifting to Wright, who was next to him.

Although he wasn't sure if Wright was conscious, Wright's body was emitting a strong cyan and dark blue light at this time, and began to scatter outward.

It was as if he was going to devour everything that threatened his life.