Knowing that the Demon King was changing the subject, the female mage had to temporarily put aside the idea of pursuing it. Because the dragon was really coming towards them.

Actually, the scene in front of me is very strange. The dragon that came did not have the momentum that a dragon should have. Not only does it not feel threatening in the slightest, but it is even extremely comical in its entirety. So Catherine wondered if she should laugh. But to laugh or not to laugh, you need to analyze it from a rational point of view before you can draw conclusions. This in itself seems a bit too much time and effort.

I think when the female mage first saw the black dragon Hermes, she was absolutely impressed. The terrifying ferocious dragon, even in its deep sleep, can give people unimaginable stress. And when it woke up, the innate dragon power made Catherine strongly understand why dragons are one of the most terrifying creatures on land.

"Maybe it's better to laugh at the occasion. Catherine glanced at His Majesty the Demon King beside her, and finally grinned and put on a blunt smile. Comparatively speaking, His Majesty the Demon King did not have the consciousness of the Hell King at all, he not only laughed heartlessly, but also wantonly and rude.

"Both of them are very rude. The dragon walked up to the two of them and said in an urn in a loud voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hahaha, Mr. Dragon, can I call you that? Gisling held his stomach and half-bent over, "I can't help it, hahaha, look, hahaha, how can you be a dragon too." ”

"So what?" said Mr. Dragon, who was somewhat aware of his image, "can't the dragon wear pants?"

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry. Quisling slapped the dragon's skull vigorously, not treating it as a dragon, "You're pants, you know? It's so short that it doesn't have pants, you can't call it pants, hahaha." ”

The mage felt her cheeks stiffen a little, so she withdrew her smile and looked at the so-called "giant" dragon in a serious manner.

"At least that head is qualified. Catherine commented in her mind, "It's smaller than Hermes, but it's also a real dragon face." ”

However, the female mage really didn't expect that such a short figure would come out from behind the column. Although it is still the size of a dragon with a tail and fleshy wings, it has shrunk by no less than ten times. With his tenfold shrinking body and his massive head, poor Mr. Dragon could only walk on his two hind legs. It's like a big-headed doll, staggering over.

What's even more ridiculous is that the dragon is actually wearing a pair of pants, no, pants - a pink pants. In a world where the background is mostly black, pink is so eye-catching!

"Alright, let's get down to business. Hahaha...... "His Majesty the Demon King finally suppressed his smile, but before he finished speaking, he laughed again.

"Lord Catherine, welcome to the opposite side of the Sea of Faith, the Paradise of the Blasphemers. The dragon ignored His Majesty, who was rolling on the ground with a smile on his face, and instead greeted the female mage. However, it pretended to bow down, and the protruding dragon's snout slammed into the ground, and it lost its balance and flipped to the ground.

Now the demon king smiled even more happily, and the whole person knelt down and slammed the ground with his hands. Mr. Dragon, on the other hand, struggled to turn from side to side, and couldn't get up for a while. The bright pink pants jumped unusually as it flipped over.

The female mage hugged her chest with her left hand and held her chin with her right hand, looking at the two funny guys in front of her. Who would have imagined that one of them would be the demon king of hell and the other would be a terrible dragon.

Catherine had a sense of absurdity that completely upended her long-standing understanding of the world.

"Catherine, wake up my female disciple, Catherine. The mage suddenly noticed that Quisling was slapping her cheek hard, "You can't fall for its tricks, do you? don't stare into its eyes, the dragons' eyes can't easily see." Some of them know a lot about playing with souls. ”

Catherine nodded abruptly, wasn't the dragon still there, sticking its head out from behind the pillar. It also rolled an eyeball, its huge pupils looking at the female mage, consciously or unconsciously. There's a smile in it, as if to say, "I fooled you, stupid".

Catherine didn't feel much anger though, she just wondered how she could have fallen so easily for the dragon's tricks. It's a pity that I can't find the answer to this question. Because the dragon yawned, and just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Kraft, the Grand Kraft, and Dees, the Thigh, are still arguing over a place in the cast. The stubborn Grand Knight has repeatedly emphasized that the invincible commander he plays must command enough soldiers. He can't play a bare-bones general, which is detrimental to his knightly dignity.

Kraft had a natural aversion to the dragon, and he constantly expressed intense hostility in his speech.

"Dixie, I warn you. If there were no soldiers, I would refuse to perform. I'd rather fight that reptile to the death now, and wash away the shame of being on the table with it with blood and a sword. Clamor shouted, waving his great sword in the air, eager to rush forward and perform a dragon-slaying show.

Anyone could see that the Grand Knight was demonstrating against the dragon. But when the languid dragon appeared, it only paid attention to him for a moment, and then dozed off to itself, as if it were not a sword-wielding knight in front of it, but a buzzing fly.

This blatant neglect seems to have deeply hurt the dignity of His Excellency the Grand Knight. He shouted louder and louder, even pushing the troubadour away and charging the dragon.

Kraft took heavy steps and ran forward. Interestingly, no matter how much he ran, Catherine found that Kraft stayed where he was, but the dragon was gone.

No, the mage looked closer, and found that even the pillar where the dragon was hiding was gone. No, to be precise, it was replaced. The dragon first protruded its head from behind a column with a sphin's head, and now the statue on that pillar was an Adler's head with a serpent's head. However, the next moment, the monster sculpture on the cylinder changed into Lu Wenfei with the head of a fish and a lion, and then into Si Lang Gea with the head of an eagle and a snake. Finally, the dozing dragon reappeared under the column, and the statue was transformed back into a lion-headed Fisuru.

This may seem dazzling, but it's actually unremarkable. Because the big cylinders originally looked exactly the same, if you didn't look up at the sculpture above, you might not realize that the four columns have been rotating positions.

"What a poor fellow. His Majesty the Demon King said with pity, "It seems that he can only keep turning this stage." The dragon was right, he was a slave. I don't know who detained this big knight who was not weak here, and it is estimated that he was used to drive the entire Vortex Grand Theater. You see, the four rulers of the Discord Realm have also been resurrected. ”

"Oh, welcome, welcome, dear audience, thank you for coming all the way to the Vortex Theatre. ”

The previous shouts of welcome began to rise one after another, and the four monsters on the cylinder were resurrected one after another, shouting and screaming.

In a few moments, Kraft's figure had turned into a virtual figure, and he was running at an unusually fast speed. The troubadour looms beside the Grand Knight, and seems to be influenced by the turn of the stage as well.

"Why can't I feel the stage turning under my feet?" the female mage asked His Majesty the Demon King after observing for a while.

"Ah, my beautiful goddess, leave this question to the Wind Whisperer to answer for you. The troubadour actually came to Catherine and the others, "because they are standing in the audience, how can they feel the change on the stage?"

Catherine glanced at him and said, "It seems that your show will not go on, and I don't want to waste my precious time just listening to the four cylinders being sold." We're getting out of here. ”

Hearing this, Di Xi hurriedly looked at His Majesty the Demon King, but Quisling neither objected nor approved, and just stroked his beard with a smile.