The flames burned.

Liszt awoke from his coma to find himself in an underground lava cavern with a rock floating in magma at his feet.

The scorching heat made him sweat.

The bubbling magma, combined with the endless flames around it, gave me a sense of fear of falling into the abyss of hell. He wanted to use the fighting qi in his body to resist the scorching breath in the air, but he felt that he couldn't lift up the strength at all. I can't even pull out the big sword on my back.

"I ...... What's going on?"

Liszt's heart was horrified, and his mind was a little buzzing, and it was blank.

At that moment, the flames in front of him suddenly discharged, and a huge head protruded from the flames.

It was a head the size of a room, with reddish-brown skin stained with flames, triangular shape, with five curved sharp horns. The scales were clearly visible, as well as two eyes with golden flames on the left and right, as well as a large mouth of blood basin that was slightly open.

One by one, the sharp teeth are lined up one after another, and the tongue is not visible, but the flames can be seen in it.

The head stayed less than ten meters in front of Liszt, and the golden flame in his eyes looked at Liszt humanely.

All from the neck down to the flames, unable to see clearly.

But Liszt recognized it at a glance, it was the head of a dragon—the head of a fire dragon.

At first glance, it is ugly and hideous, but on closer inspection, every line is extremely rhythmic and full of strange power and beauty, which is an image that no living creature can have.

It can only appear on the body of a dragon.

Shivering is not enough to describe Liszt's mood at the moment, facing the head of the fire dragon, he only wants to turn around and flee, and he has no ambition to ride a dragon in the past. But at the critical moment, his legs were weak and he couldn't move, as if he had been immobilized, and it seemed that his legs were not his own.

"I ......"

He was terrified.

Except for dragon knights and magicians, I am afraid that no one can overcome their fear when facing dragons. However, in addition to fear, his mind was more blank, and his mind was a little less flexible. He didn't feel the pressure of Long Wei, but his body was no different from those animals who were intimidated by Long Wei.

The dragon's head glared at him.

He stood on the stone and did not dare to move.

The flames were still burning, and the lava was still bubbling.

But soon.

Liszt's mind gradually regained its clarity, and he gradually recalled that he seemed to have woken up from a coma. But the place where he was unconscious before was not here, but in one place...... Collapsed sinkhole.

"Yes!"

"I activated the dragon bone magic array, condensed a fire made of magic power, and then ...... Then the spark burrowed into my body and ran to my heart...... It seems to have burned my heart out, something is wrong, am I dead or alive now?"

There was still some confusion in the minds of the people.

However, as he took a few deep breaths and carefully combed through his flickering thoughts, he finally sorted out the situation that appeared: "Either I'm dead and everything is a posthumous hell scene, or the magic fire causes a magma eruption that fills the collapsed sinkhole, or ...... It's all just a hallucination in a coma, and I'm under the influence of magical fire!"

After the death of a person.

There are no accidents, there is probably nothing left, only a few cases, it will become a soul state. There is no such thing as hell in this world, and souls either exist like Virginia or go to the Land of Exile.

Therefore, the current scene does not conform to the afterlife.

As for the magma eruption caused by the magic fire, and even a fire dragon appeared, it is even more unreasonable. Black Horse Island is indeed a volcanic island, but the volcano has been dead for an unknown number of years, and only a few remnants of the fire dragon remain. There was no reason to re-birth a fire dragon of this magnitude.

"So the current scene is just a dream shadow in my coma?" Thinking of this, Liszt suddenly felt the pressure of fear that bound him, and suddenly dissipated.

He regains control of his body.

Straighten your back.

Pulling out the big sword, he looked coldly at the head of the fire dragon that was still staring at him, and his voice was cold: "You are the projection of the magic fire! ”

The fire dragon's head shook slightly, and its golden flame-like eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

The mouth gradually opened, and there was a fire as hot as the sun brewing inside, as if it would spit out the dragon's breath at any moment, burning Liszt to slag.

But Liszt was undaunted.

He confirmed his guess from the other side - this fire dragon has no dragon power at all, it is just a showcase. He had personally felt the dragon power of the invisible dragon, the dragon power that made the scalp numb and breathless, and he remembered it deeply. The fire dragon in front of him does not possess this.

"Roar!"

The dragon's breath did not spit out, but let out a piercing dragon moan, very sharp and peculiar, and it was impossible to describe what the cry looked like.

Liszt did not cover his ears, but only raised the sword to deal with the possible crisis.

Even if he guessed that this was a dream affected by the magic fire, he still did not relax, and if he did not leave here, it meant that danger would occur at any time.

Fortunately.

The danger did not happen.

After the roar, the eyes of the fire dragon's head once again vividly fluctuated with a hint of indescribable meaning. Then, slowly retracting into the flames, disappearing without a trace. Then, the surrounding flames began to extinguish, and the surrounding magma began to darken, and everything suddenly fell into darkness.

The heat disappears.

Liszt also felt a wave of exhaustion coming, closed his eyes, and dozed off.

......

Hunger.

Hunger is immense.

There is an uncontrollable hunger that wants to eat oneself to relieve it.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Liszt woke up in the expulsion of hunger, his brain was groggy, and only the thoughts of hunger were the strongest. He resisted the rumbling of his stomach in protest and looked around.

A crystal lamp, emitting light, barely illuminates the surroundings.

Or a cavern that collapsed into a sinkhole.

It's just that the five keels that were originally pierced in have disappeared, leaving five passages to the surface, and a slight light penetrates.

"Whew. ”

He let out a long sigh of relief: "It was indeed just a dream just now, a dream affected by the magic fire...... I'm so hungry, no, I need to eat something!"

I can't wait to take out the monster meat and dragon seed milk from the gem space, and eat and drink it wildly.

After eating about five catties of demonic beast meat and three cups of dragon seed milk, I felt that my hunger was slightly away, and my head was completely sober.

"What's wrong with me, what I eat in one go is probably equivalent to two meals a day. He rubbed his swollen belly, surprised.

The amount of food he eats is huge, and one meal is more than two or three meals for others.

After all, the generation of the knight's fighting qi needs to be provided by the transformation of the food he eats, even if the cultivation of the secret technique of fighting qi "Breath Attenuation" is slightly successful, it can effectively control the speed of the loss of fighting qi, but it is still a huge amount of food. It's just that he pays attention to a healthy and reasonable diet and rarely overeats.

Try to eat more often than you can, rather than desperately eating more at once.

This kind of hunger rarely happens: "Have I been in a coma for a few days, otherwise why would I be so hungry...... By the way, I've been in a coma for so long, why didn't my knight come to my rescue? Also, the spark of magic that ran into my body!"