Jack's luck was good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nero's claw missed his vital point, and Roland's injuries quickly stabilized and he regained consciousness.

The little dwarf opened his eyes and showed a weak smile at Roland: "Hey, Mr. Knight, I didn't invite you, you won't be angry, right?" ”

Roland held his hand tightly and shook his head movingly: "Silly boy, you saved my life, how can I be angry before I can thank him." ”

Jack's eyes flashed with excitement: "Ha...... I'm so glad I could help you, and seriously, I've dreamed of doing something big in my life and becoming a hero in Big Rabbit's Nest...... But I never dreamed of taking on the dragon head-on, it's crazy! ”

"You're already a hero, my friend, rest well, and I'll send you home safely." Roland patted him on the shoulder with a smile to help his dwarf friend calm down.

Jack was still very weak, and he was tired after the excitement, so he nodded, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

At this time, Bloom and the others solved the "Dragon Toucher" Agatha, hurried to the altar, and saw that Roland was safe and sound, and everyone's long-hanging hearts finally fell to the ground.

"Huh? Isn't this the little dwarf who invented itching powder in Big Rabbit's Nest Town? When Bloom saw Jack, he immediately remembered his "itching powder" and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did this little guy come here, what a boldness!" ”

"Don't underestimate Jack, his itching powder has helped me a lot." Roland briefly introduced the origin of the matter, and inadvertently noticed that Veronica's face was green and her spirit was sluggish, which was clearly a sign of poisoning, so he reached out and pressed her forehead, and with the help of the "Healing Bracer", the holy healing was transformed into a "secondary recovery technique" to restore her physical attributes damaged by poisoning.

Veronica, who was preoccupied and didn't care much about her health, found the altar empty, and eagerly asked, "Why is the blood claw missing?" ”

Roland was stunned: "What blood claws?" You haven't told me about it? ”

Veronica stopped talking, but suddenly turned and rushed to Nero, grabbed him by the collar and asked sharply, "Where did you hide your bloody claws?" ”

Nero rolled his eyelids and smiled weakly, "What...... You, the self-proclaimed righteous Parnia, want the Bloodclaw too? If I'm not mistaken, you and the big man behind you are trying to recover the Scaly Armor Heaven with the help of the Blood Claw, right? Perhaps you also want to use the power of the Scaly Sky to suppress the Naluo Order, dominate the Twilight Valley, and even destroy the Dragon's Eye, the Far Eastern Lighthouse, the Kitland Fortress, and even the Fort of Atonement, and finally dominate the Far East, right? ”

"Nonsense!" Veronica flatly denied it, but her face was so ugly that it made one wonder that Nero's sarcasm might not have been entirely conjectural.

Roland couldn't help frowning, and at this moment he finally remembered what Veronica meant by the "Blood Claw".

Long before the time travel, he was exposed to a classic game mod that mentions this special artifact, and it leads to a series of epic quests that could end up being the end of the world if the player doesn't handle it properly.

Through the dialogue between Nero and Veronica, it is not difficult for him to find that both the Dragon's Eye and the Fort Parnia covet the Bloodclaw, and that this power in the hands of careerists will inevitably cause catastrophe, regardless of who is more righteous than whom.

Veronica's face turned pale, ignoring Nero's taunts, and she searched for him, and soon found a short staff from the dying man's bosom - the head of the staff raised a crimson dragon claw, emitting heart-palpitating magical fluctuations.

Veronica clenched the staff tightly, her originally clear eyes now filled with ecstasy.

Roland noticed the change in her expression and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

When Nikita insisted on entering the Blood Sacrifice Hall despite his opposition in order to seize the "Warlock's Heart", she also had this fanatical expression on her face.

Artifact, artifact. How many ambitions are born because of this, and they insist on going their own way; How many heroes died because of this, ruining their reputation.

It's not that he can't tolerate the shortcomings of his peers, whether it's ambition or greed, as long as he doesn't break the bottom line of human nature, it will become a kind of motivation to work hard.

The One Ring, the Shattered Crystal, Mirkor's Horned Crown, Macbeth's Overlord Sword...... There are countless artifacts forged by the evil gods throughout the ages, and how many of the holders can get a good death? As long as there is a sprout of desire in your heart, the artifact full of the power of the evil god will subtly distort your heart, causing your desire to expand rapidly, constantly breaking through the moral bottom line, and eventually becoming a puppet of the evil god.

Not to mention whether Veronica could resist the bewitchment of the evil dragon artifact, why did Nero laugh when he saw the blood claws being taken away, he really didn't care at all?

Roland didn't believe it.

"How hypocritical...... How ridiculous...... "Nero returned to his light, and his laughter grew wilder.

"What else do you have to laugh about when you die?" Veronica asked coldly.

Nero raised his hand with difficulty and nodded at her twice, the blood stain could not hide the pride on his face, "I laugh at you for thinking you are a victor, and in the end you are busy with empty joy." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Veronica suddenly had a sense of foreboding, and subconsciously clenched the blood claws. However, this move was in vain, and the blood claws shook her grasp and flew back into Nero's hands on its own.

"Ridiculous half-vampire, the Blood Claw is an artifact that Tiamat created for her descendants, you don't even have a drop of dragon blood in your body, how dare you want to possess the Blood Claw?"

Nero used the last bit of strength to raise the blood claw high, and turned his gaze to Roland, his eyes were extremely complicated: "It's my bad luck to die at the hands of a nobody like you, but don't be happy, you have made an unforgivable mistake, and one day you and your friends and family will die without a place to bury, this is not a curse or a threat, this is a predestined retribution...... I've ...... See...... Future ......"

Spit out the last word, Nero stopped breathing, and the palm of the clenched claw lost its strength and slowly slid down.

The Bloodclaw Vultures floated in the air, buzzing and trembling.

A red ball of light flew out of Nero's body, responding to the resonance of the blood claw, and flew onto the head of the staff.

The red dragon's claws clenched into fists, clenched the ball of light that condensed the soul, and just as everyone was stunned and exclaimed, he escaped into the void and followed Nero's last wish, spontaneously teleporting to the "Dragon's Eye" headquarters.

The Blood Sacrifice Hall was silent, and everyone was silent, with different moods.

Thinking back to Nero's dying curse, Roland let out a long sigh. Now his greatest fear is that the curse will turn into a prophecy.

He knew that Nero was indeed dead, and that he was dead completely—his soul was not released from his body, but absorbed by the artifact called the "Blood Claw", which would completely deprive him of his chance to be resurrected, and even the Nine Rings Miracle Magic could not save him.

What kind of spirit is it to voluntarily give up the chance of resurrection and gladly accept the end of the destruction of the body and the gods?

It's crazy, but Roland can understand it.

Some people are like this, and if they don't go crazy, they won't survive.

Rather than spend their lives in mediocrity, they would rather sacrifice their lives to call for a world-changing cataclysm, burning their souls to drive the wheel of fate, at the cost of the destruction of form and god, just to inscribe a terrifying legend in people's hearts.

A smile froze at the corner of Nero's lips, and he died without regrets.

He believed that one day the Infinity Dragon would return to the earth, covering the sky and spewing flames, turning the arrogant civilization of humanity to ashes.

He believed that one day those lowly creatures would huddle in the ruins, shivering, prostrate at the feet of the dragon and praying in vain, and then people would remember to bring a new era to the world of Vares.

His name was Nero.