"Ahh

"Fire, ice, mist, light. Klinyin muttered, his mind recalling the day he had woken up from the ruins.

"Go away! I don't want your life, you go away!" Klinyin felt the fear that penetrated his bones.

He tried to retract the silver-white tentacles, so much so that he was desperately manipulating the demonic power in his body.

However, those silver-white tentacles froze in place as if they were frozen by frost, although one or two of them still maintained the posture of penetrating Wright's body, but the other tentacles, as well as the terrifying eyeballs on them, seemed to be infected by the light in Wright's body, and they were also stained with the deep blue that made Klinyin feel terrified.

Click!

Just as Klinyin tried to swell his demonic power and try to slice his tentacles and body apart, he heard a sound like metal shattering.

He never seemed to be afraid, but even now, when he had the upper hand in battle, he actually felt a feeling of fear coming from the depths of his spirit.

"Let me go, you let me go. Klinyin roared.

It was as if he had given up on using the magic source power to split the split, and instead used his hands to forcefully separate the bodies of the two.

"You bound me, why did you choose to strip me away? You, Klinyin, no, Dragon. Yes, I should call you the name of the Flame Empire. That beautiful language, the words spoken in the language of Avantley are indeed not as beautiful as it. Wright said, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Click!

This time, Klinn heard an accurate and clear voice.

Looking down, the silver-white tentacles he used to pierce and bind Wright were easily broken by Wright, like a fragile icicle.

However, although the ice pick is fragile, if the sharp part of it is used as a weapon, the user will be able to achieve a near-perfect effect.

"Who are you?" Klinyin continued, and from Wright's voice, he seemed to notice something unusual.

"Why don't you ask yourself?" Wright responded.

To Klin's ears, it looks like a strange monster coming out of the deep sea, more like a manic beast fighting in the jungle, but most like an evil god who survives in human society, simple and plain, but often inadvertently appears.

"Myself?" Klinyin wondered.

In the gradually rising cold wind, Klinyin also felt the dense fog around him gradually dissipate.

Normally, by the time the fog cleared, he should have won a decisive victory from this weak and unworthy battle. It's like what a real dragon does when it comes to a weak human.

However, this is not the case.

He first saw Wright easily turn around in the restraints, and then the bright red blood ball that had just condensed from his blood dissipated into a blood mist in front of the two of them.

"Is this your attack? Indeed, it was strong enough for this young man, and besides, he hadn't studied the mysterious ancient demonic source power too much. But you are different, nominally your life has lasted for five hundred years. In the meantime, you've tried to trick the son of the dragon into paying for your ridiculous desires. You've also tried to work with the Flame Emperor almost sincerely, but he has failed. How ridiculous you are that the dragon's mind was formed. The dragons they escaped from were nothing more than an extra pair of wings. And after the balance of light and darkness has been broken, more darkness has quietly grown in the continent. Wright said in a tone that didn't belong to him.

"How do you know all this? Who are you?" Klinyin roared, but this sentence was said in the Chinese language of the Fire Empire, and it was also his first reaction subconsciously.

"I am the source of all things, the only one that this young man has come into contact with in the fog, in dreams, and even in memory. It is true that I never deliberately guided him, but he always chose the right path. Now, his life doesn't seem to deserve a better choice, but it doesn't matter, I left that little bit of power in him during that little lesson to the dragons twenty years ago. Perhaps someone will guide him to use these powers correctly, and perhaps, in a deeper dream, someone will further stimulate his powers. But none of that matters, you, Klinyin, are a demigod anyway, so why did you come here and do something evil?" Wright continued, apparently not intended.

"If you were the only god, I would be inferior to yours. But I'll tell you something," Klinyin continued, taking two steps back in fear and panic:

"You know who I am, and I know what the dragons really want. In the past, we just wanted to escape from the bondage of abnormality. The catastrophe five hundred years ago was a complete hoax, and the dragons should not be treated as such. However, when I did escape, I was looking for someone who could lead us dragons to truly find the power we had lost. What about the darkness, what about the light? I have been looking for him for thirty years, and I am not afraid to look for another three hundred years. That's why I used the magic of space to transfer the meteorite that was supposed to descend on the mysterious New World here. Those who resonate with the Origin Power of the Universe can also guide me in a direction. I know that the person I'm looking for is the boy to be precise, he not only has the title of the son of the dragon, but his body is not just the boy who received power under the flames that came out by chance more than a hundred years ago, his real purpose is more far-reaching. Like, like the supreme god created for insight into himself. Another point, I have divined, there is a high probability that a human being with a similar power to the universe will have an intersection with that young man. Since you, or the boy of this body you occupy, are the ones who can resonate with this power. He, or in his blood, must have contained this power. ”

"You're wrong. "Wright" retorted:

"Power is always relative, not absolute. There are similarities in his power, but it is chosen by me, or by my master. Their contact is not a straight line to the depths of the universe, but more like a ship that sails our blue planet, and will eventually return to square one. Perhaps, only when you understand these truths can you truly be free, and now, you may need to escape, but before you do, I don't mind letting you learn a little lesson. Wright said, his hands churning outwards with demonic power that didn't belong to him.

Immediately after, the silver-white tentacles wrapped around his body actually attacked Klinyin's body as if they had taken over consciousness.

"Don't, don't come here. Klinyin roared and ran backwards.

"It's useless. Wright smiled slightly, and made a forward movement with his right hand.

Then, several distinct ice picks formed around him, along with the one in his hand, and stabbed straight towards Klinyin's legs.

This time, Klinyin didn't cry out in pain, his brain was still clear, and even in such adverse conditions, he still made a relatively correct counterattack.

"Blaze!" Klinyin muttered, his side glowing with a psychedelic fiery red, forming a shield of flames.

Standing on the other side, Wright could see very clearly, the flames were not swaying outwards as usual, but trying to condense inwards on top of the eeriely rippling shield.

"Ice!" Wright chose the corresponding spell, and after a dark blue vortex surged, all the demonic power in his body seemed to be completely activated, and it directly formed a sharp sword symbolizing the ancient world, and rushed towards the center of the flame shield.

Rumble!

The sound of a violent explosion that lasted for ten seconds was heard, which not only made the two people present feel that their hearing was close to exhaustion, but also caused a lot of shock to the ears of the residents of Shamonta Town outside the alley where they were pulled out of the cordon.

However, Klinyin in front of Wright changed and dodged in this wave of attacks.

When Wright consciously stared into the air, he realized that Klinyin had stretched out his hidden dragon wings.

After all, it was a human body, and the wings, which did not appear to be very large, gave him the possibility of escaping.

"Run, look. But the story of this teenager has only just begun, and his adventure has just begun. And this young man will find his power in the mist, and he will find the true existence of the mystery. Wright smiled, recovering all of his magical power.

When the ground and air hung with ice crystals completely dissipated the breath of demonic power, Wright finally fell vertically forward as if he had exhausted his physical strength, no longer moving at will.

Even the white fog and bright red blood mist that enveloped him all dissipated at this time, revealing the cruel appearance of the alley itself.

Bright red filled every corner of the street, and the jumble of bodies seemed to confirm the brutality of the battle. There was already a slight golden light shining on Wright's not wide body, and with some of the aura that was gradually decaying, it made people feel the perfect combination of violence and femininity.

"Hmm, am I asleep?" Timod rubbed his head, aking from his slumber.

He wanted to feel more of his long-lost sleep, but when he saw the disgusting broken body and scarlet blood around him, he couldn't help but shout:

"Come on!

......

Wright seems to have gone through a strange dream.

As the intricate interweaving images and muffled monstrous whispers passed, he struggled to open his eyes and look at the crimson world in which he lived.