It is irritability and anger, malice towards the whole world, a desire to destroy and destroy everything, and it is powerful enough to make people insane.

Is it the remnants of Asaderon's consciousness?

This was the only reason Sherlock could think of at first, the evil red dragon was crazy enough to replace his own heart with the Barlow Flame Demon.

As soon as he thought of the Barlow Flame Demon, he came up with a new conjecture, if it was evil and crazy, the demon would never lose to the red dragon, and the two had been combined for so long, and it was not impossible for the soul to merge.

But no matter where this aura came from, he had no time to care about it at this time, the power in the dragon crystal had been completely released, and he had to control it with all his heart.

Attracted by his own dragon veins, more and more dragon power began to integrate into his body, and when the fiery red flame cloak shrouded in his body was fully absorbed by him, a golden figure appeared from it.

Under the shining golden light, there are four black markings extending from the navel, the hair is upturned to form the shape of two dragon horns, the neckline shows a pair of black wings, and the body is also rising with golden flames from time to time.

"So this is the power of Asadron!"

As soon as he squeezed his hands, two wings of flame grew out of his back to protect him in front of him, blocking all the attacks of the three Resas.

These wings look similar to the last time the Phantom Clone was used on Greburn Island, but I don't know if it's because he hasn't adapted to it yet, he can't control them well now, and protecting himself in the middle is already the limit of what he can do, and it's completely impossible to fly with it.

"Then it's time for this thing to be used......

Sherlock muttered to himself, and the stone sword representing the configuration prophecy in his backpack appeared in the palm of his hand.

The power in the dragon crystal has been fully absorbed by him, and the dragon power is reflected in his half-fire transformation, and the remaining power of the fire element should of course also go to its final destination.

System Prompt: You have successfully engraved your own spell into your body using a configuration prophecy, please name your spell.

Since it is golden all over, it is called a golden shuriken.

He hadn't known much about names, and he wasn't in the mood to think about it at this time, so he continued to use the name it had used a few times before.

After the golden shuriken in its perfect form was engraved into his body, Sherlock no longer had to bother to control the operation of three of these energies.

Even in the rest of the transformation forms, this spell can be used freely, and even the size of the shuriken can change according to one's own heart.

What's even more surprising is that this skill no longer has a limit on duration and cooldown, and as long as the three energies in his body have not been exhausted, he can use them indefinitely.

Rumble!

The successive blows of the three Resas finally scattered a pair of huge flame wings, and in the flying fireworks, a golden light suddenly appeared in their eyes.

A dazzling straight line swept through everyone's sight, and the troubadour, the slowest of the three, had already fallen to the ground.

"Sister Xuan!"

"Sister!"

Even though they knew that they would not get a response, Ying Lan and Resas still shouted out, or they didn't have any expectations for it, but simply wanted to vent their shock through the cry.

For Sherlock's golden shuriken, they had already taken precautions, but the ten-sided ambush just now had obviously consumed all the mana of the other party, even if there was still left, the cooldown time of this spell had not yet arrived, how could the other party release it again.

There is also the fact that the power of this shuriken seems to be even stronger than just now, and it was possible to capture its form and movement trajectory through the naked eye before, but this time it can only subconsciously dodge the action.

Does it all have something to do with this strange form? The two of them turned their heads to look at the glittering golden figure, and made the same guess in their hearts.

"Whew!"

A dragon roar erupted from Sherlock's mouth, and the rushing flames enveloped him and rushed out.

The flames gradually distorted, forming a dragon-like phantom that roared forward, finally swallowing the barbarian priest in his way, along with his lightning spear.

Flame Burst Punch! -367！

Rumble!

The impact like a fire explosion burst in Resas's abdomen, directly smashing him into the air, plus the damage from the gunpowder charge just now, the remaining nearly 600 health points were instantly emptied, and he never got up again after falling to the ground.

In the end, there was only one person left.

Sherlock clasped his hands together, and four identical golden figures split out of his body.

With the bonus of dragon power, all the abilities under his heroic fire monkey transformation have been qualitatively improved, especially the phantom clone.

What he can differentiate now is no longer just one, not just four, but can be infinitely differentiated under the premise that the energy allows, but this time four is enough.

The four clones included the main body, and with a single hand raised, five super huge golden shurikens appeared on the palm.

Multi-oversized jade gold shuriken!

The flight speed of the golden shuriken had already reached Ying Lan's limit reaction speed, but now that the volume had increased, the speed was not weak, and he could still try it with the operation and consciousness that he had practiced for many years.

The five direct five seals all his lines of action, even if he is given a strong technique, he will not be able to return to the sky.

Rumble!

Rumble!

……

The sound of the connected explosion sounded, and the three elements of wind, fire, and thunder destroyed all the matter within the range, and even smashed a large crater on the ground that was more than thirty feet in diameter and seven or eight feet deep.

Sherlock had already heard the last kill prompt, and looking at the terrifying effect and the body lying to the ground, his mood didn't fluctuate much, and he didn't even have the pleasure of repaying the hatred he expected.

The golden light on his body faded, and he returned to his normal state, I don't know whether it was the exhaustion after the battle or the mental decadence, he hugged Mirlu's body, ignored the water on the ground and sat down.

After the development of the golden shuriken, the dragon crystal also fused perfectly with the half-fire monkey form, it seems that this accident has made him in the end, but he just can't lift up a little energy, and he doesn't even bother to pick up the drops.

He knew the reason for this, but he didn't want to think about it.

As long as you don't do anything and don't think about anything, you may be able to get a temporary peace

However, the body leaning on his arms reminded him of what he had just experienced.

The cunning figure who had sworn to control his own destiny, to walk in every corner of Faerun, and to make cocktails for him all the time had now turned into a cold ......