Whether it's an illusion or a reality, the most important thing at the moment is to kill the red winged dragon that is in a weak period.

There must be no more delay, once it is allowed to slow down and recover some of its strength, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not have another indiscriminate large-scale dragon breath.

With that in mind, I dragged my two knives and strode towards the red-winged dragon, which was too weak to float in the air.

Along the way, the explosive force of his feet rattled the crispy floor tiles, and the dark floor tile chips continued to fly.

Rushing closer, the red-winged dragon still hadn't recovered from its exhaustion, it just opened a bright red vertical pupil and looked at me coldly, its expression full of arrogance and disdain.

Despite its pathetic size compared to a dragon, it also possesses the purest dragon blood.

The proud dragons never put the weak in their eyes, they only recognize the strong because they are born to be strong.

"To be honest, I'm upset, really upset!" Carrying a knife in front of it, I condescended and looked down at it with fearless eyes: "Your eyes, your arrogance, and your so-called strong dignity, these all make me feel very uncomfortable. ”

Piercing the tip of the knife into the floor tiles, and pressing my left hand firmly on the tip of the hilt of Xilan's demon knife, I frowned: "Whether you can understand my words or not, I have to say that your dragon clan is indeed very powerful, but this is not the capital that you rely on to be proud of, think about why the sky city fell into the deep sea, think about why your boss was driven back to his lair, do you still think that you are superior?" ”

"No, except for relying on this dragon scale, with a naturally strong body, and a dragon breath that you are born with, you have nothing to do except these three specialties!"

Speaking of which, I excitedly pulled Xilan's demon knife out of the floor tiles and looked at the red winged dragon's back.

The hard dragon scales made a metallic crunch.

If I hadn't known it was a living creature, I would have thought that the scales were metalwork.

"You're not from the Celestials," a slightly hoarse voice came from the Red Pterodactyl's throat.

After a little surprise, I chuckled, "So you know human language." ”

"I have lived in this sky city for hundreds of millions of years, and I have fought against thousands of Celestial Clansmen, and I naturally understand your language."

"It's easy to understand" I spread my hands and breathed a sigh of relief: "Since you can understand my words, let's talk, how about it?" ”

"Why should I talk to you?" The red-winged dragon said disdainfully.

"Because you don't have the strength now, it's just a piece of meat on the cutting board, and I can clean you up as much as I want, whether it's skinning you, cramping, barbecuing, or cutting off your head and hanging it on the wall as a decoration, whatever I like."

"Let's do it, human" The red winged dragon didn't care about life and death at all: "Death here will make my soul return to my lord faster, I have been waiting for hundreds of millions of years for the expectation of death, and I can't wait." ”

"I know that your body is nothing more than a skin that carries the soul, and if I am not mistaken, since you have wisdom, then the dragon breath you squirted just now must be to exhaust your physical strength as soon as possible, so that I can kill you more smoothly, and then you can return to your lord in the name of justice, right?"

I smiled and looked at the red-winged dragon, who remained silent as if he had fallen asleep.

"If you don't say it, I'll take it as a tacit acquiescence," I continued: "The biggest reason why you will try your best to exhaust your physical strength and then die happily, instead of lying down somewhere from the beginning and giving up resistance and passively dying, is probably that your lord has given you an order that you must fight to the death of exhaustion, otherwise you will not be allowed to return to your hometown, I guess right?" ”

The blood-red vertical pupils of the red pterosaur trembled slightly, and this slight shaking just confirmed my conjecture.

"That's right," I smiled, "When your lord was still on this continent, you may not have wanted to leave the sky city, so you killed thousands of Celestial people, but when your lord was expelled back to the dragon territory, and the sky city fell into the deep sea, you began to miss the life of the dragon territory, and the time when you accompanied your lord, but the sky city has sunk into the deep sea, and the heavenly realm has also fallen on this continent, and the portal into the sky city also happens to be shrouded by some boulders, resulting in hundreds of millions of years, There are only a handful of adventurers who have been able to enter here, and the legend of the castle in the sky has been completely lost from the mainland, so perhaps I am the first adventurer to actually set foot here in hundreds of millions of years. ”

The red-winged dragon's eyelids twitched slightly, and it faltered even more.

"That's why when you see me, you make up your mind that you must use all your brains to provoke me, preferably to the extent that you don't give up, and then you will exhaust all your physical strength, and meet my monstrous anger in the weakest state."

"Your analysis is completely correct, little one" the red-winged dragon said, "I'm curious, since the legend of Sky City has disappeared from the Zephyr Continent, and you are not a Celestial Clan, why are you so familiar with the history of Sky City?" ”

"Because of your lord, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, it is mine...... Friend. ”

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The red-winged dragon seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "The great and invincible my lord could be you, a friend of mankind?" ”

"It's because of your disgusting attitude that I said those words just now, you big bird with a red glow!"

"I'm a dragon!" It roared, "Not a bird! Don't confuse me with that inferior creature! ”

"What does it matter?" I shrugged my shoulders indifferently: "Birds eat, you eat, birds drink water, you also drink, birds excrete, you shouldn't be able to get rid of the physiological phenomenon of excretion, right?" ”

"You impudent maggot, I, Flame Dragon's Breath Seren, can't wait to use my Dragon's Breath to burn you to charcoal!" The red-winged dragon roared angrily.

"And yet you can't even breathe out a small flame now......"

Call!

A small but scorching flame erupted from the Red Pterodactyl's mouth, burning my clothes clean—except for the snuggly Mithril armor.

The corners of my eyes trembled slightly, and I sighed helplessly: "Okay, maybe you can still spew a small flame." ”

I took off my Mithril armor, looked down at the regenerating skin and muscles, sniffed hard, and muttered, "I didn't expect my own meat to smell so good, but it really hurts." ”

The red-winged dragon also stared at my healing upper body, and it said for a long time, "Is this self-healing ability of yours innate?" ”