The red dragon spread its wings and hung in the air, its throat wide open, and a cone-shaped pillar of fire spewed down like a fiery torrent against the young knight on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Roland held his shield high and struggled to support it, but in an instant, the magically reinforced heavy steel shield was burned red by the dragon's breath, and the surface showed signs of melting.

A shield didn't provide him with complete shelter, and the flames washed over him around the edge of the shield, and if he wasn't strong enough, he would have been charred by the heat in an instant.

The flame jet lasted for a full six seconds before it stopped, and by this time Roland's shield hand had lost sensation, and his body was tired after finally relieving the weight, and his legs were weak and almost fell to the ground.

Roland struggled to stabilize his body with his sword, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

He bet that the invincible red dragon in the sky was transformed by Nero himself, and that ordinary Transfiguration could not turn him into a fire-breathing real dragon, so the scroll he used when casting the spell just now was probably the "Inferior Dragon Transformation Technique".

Originating from the Elder Dragon's Age, the Six-Ring Arcane allows him to temporarily transform into a teenage red dragon, gaining additional size, a strong physique, massive temporary life, immunity to fire damage, sleep, and paralysis, as well as proficiency in a variety of dragon combat techniques, including dragon's breath.

Frankly speaking, even if Roland estimated his odds of winning against the Red Dragon in the most optimistic manner, it would never be higher than 30% - after all, he couldn't fly and had nowhere to dodge, and the dragon had a solid air advantage, as long as he sprayed a round of dragon breath from time to time, he would have to kneel in less than a minute.

"'Inferior Dragon Form' is a 6-ring spell that lasts 6 seconds per cast level, then Nero's Red Dragon form can last for at least 60 seconds......"

The simple calculation made Roland's mouth bitter, and with his current physical state, it was not easy to survive this long minute.

Gritting his teeth, he clenched the emblem to stimulate the "Divine Healing", bathed in the holy light and slowly returned to blood, and the charred skin gradually rejuvenated, no matter what, as long as he lived, there was still hope.

Nero looked down on the young knight and was shocked by his composure. How could a normal person remain calm in front of a dragon? This severely stabbed his self-esteem, and at the same time calmed him down, dispelling the last trace of potential underdogship.

"Young man, I must admit that you are a venerable knight, and I will honor you in my own way!"

Nero stretched out his dragon claws, unleashed the "mage's hand" in the air, grabbed the magic mask and put it over his face again.

"I will use all my strength to kill you, then devour your corpse and make me stronger with your flesh!"

The silver mask automatically adapts to its owner's new body type, triggering the "Tamson Transfiguration" to make this massive monster stronger, faster, and tougher!

Nero's wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun, and swooped down with a power that overwhelmed everything in the world, and the fangs, dragon claws, dragon wings, and the thick tail all became deadly weapons, and struck Roland like a storm.

Roland had long known that the dragon's most terrifying attack was not magic or dragon breath, but a full-wheel attack with those natural weapons that showed naked violence.

Roland let out a loud shout and released the strongest voter spell "Lucky Wave", shrouded in brilliant golden light, took the initiative to meet the dragon, swung a shield blow to break the dragon's teeth and bite, and then swung his sword like lightning to block two claw strikes, but the two wing strikes and the most ferocious tail blow followed, and he could not dodge and could only eat it with a strong defense.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The red dragon flailed its wings at Roland flailingly, and with a flick of its tail pumped him into the air, like a battered baseball flying out thirty yards away, crashing headlong into the wall and falling.

Roland suddenly felt dizzy and his eyes blackened, and he touched his forehead, and a stream of scarlet warm liquid trickled down his fingers.

He shook his head and looked up with difficulty, only to see the red dragon striding towards him, the narrow magic mask unable to hide the monstrous face of the beast.

Tamsyn's Transfiguration made it impossible for Nero to cast spells, but it did not limit the supernatural energy of Dragon's Breath, and he opened his bloody mouth, his teeth sharpened, his nostrils spewing sulphurous black smoke, and the blinding light of fire was brewing deep in the beast's throat, and the spit was only instantaneous.

The flaming dragon's breath covered a 40-foot cone-shaped space, and Roland knew that it would be difficult to dodge in his heyday, not to mention that he was already seriously injured and weak, and if he took another bite of dragon's breath, the gods would not be able to save him.

Sighing softly, Roland reached out with his left hand to touch the small talisman charm on his chest.

The "legendary death talisman" given to him by his father is the last hole card, although he is a little reluctant, but unfortunately the current situation no longer allows him to hide his secrets.

Nero didn't pay attention to his small movements, but when he gave up resisting the dying prayer, a dragon's breath was about to spit out, and suddenly a round ball flew in the air and smashed it in his face!

With a "poof", a large amount of smoke and dust burst out from the ball, and Nero suddenly felt unbearable itching in his nostrils and throat, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sneeze loudly.

Rumble! With an unexpected sneeze, a mouthful of flaming dragon breath spewed into the ceiling.

At this moment, a small figure appeared in the corner of the hall.

It was a little dwarf in an alchemist's robe and a tricorne, with a pair of glasses on his childish face, which looked a little funny.

From beginning to end, Nero's attention was all on Nikita and Roland, and he didn't notice that there was another person sneaking into the sacrificial hall and hiding next to him.

That's right, the Hall of Blood Sacrifice is protected by the "evil dwelling" and is supposed to break all invisible spells, and this notion prompted Nero to unwittingly let his guard down.

However, the little dwarf uses a magic that is more wonderful than stealth - his robes and hat are like chameleon's skin, keeping the same color as his surroundings at all times, blending perfectly into the background under the cover of darkness, and Nero would never have dreamed that there was a daring creature hiding under his nose if he hadn't suddenly thrown a bomb.

This daring guy is none other than Jack, a dwarf alchemist "Naughty Ghost" from the town of Big Rabbit's Nest. He left home without permission despite his uncle's ban, and secretly followed Roland and his party into the subsidence area, relying on his superb illusion and the innate good luck of the dwarf, he actually sneaked into the Blood Sacrifice Hall all the way, and did not hesitate to help Roland when he saw him in a desperate situation.

Jack was just a little guy less than four feet tall, no one in Big Rabbit Nest thought he was a character, even his uncle sighed when he talked about this whimsical nephew, but Jack didn't lack courage, it was incredible for a dwarf to dare to face a dragon, let alone dare to stuff a bomb into the dragon's mouth!

The bomb was too weak for the dragon to blow off only one of its front teeth, but the shell was filled with Jack's own invention of "itching powder", which was the source of Nero's madness.

――It's like when you inhale and suddenly inhale a full bottle of pepper!

Not even a dragon can breathe while sneezing, and Nero's wrath can only be expressed through its claws.

"Damn imp! I'm going to crush every bone of your shitty! He roared and rushed at Jack.

Of course, the little dwarf is not stupid enough to try to reason with the dragon, and after dropping the bomb, he runs away, and his body quickly changes color and blends into his surroundings.

Jack's talent for illusion allows him to hide his tracks in any environment, but the giant dragon claws are just as unreasonable - Nero doesn't need to see through his illusions, he can roughly guess his trajectory.

Because he is much larger than a dwarf, and the range of his attack is beyond Jack's imagination.

Boom! The giant dragon claw swept into Jack's back, and the illusion shattered in an instant, and the little gnome was thrown like a cannonball, crashing headlong into the granite altar, and a large amount of blood spread from where he was lying on his stomach, scarlet and blinding......

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the red dragon strode towards the altar, intending to trample the unconscious little dwarf under his feet and crush it to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Anger makes people lose their minds, and the quick consequences of recklessness are often beyond remorse. Nero soon paid the price for his impulsiveness.

Roland lived up to the opportunity that Jack had desperately helped him get, and turned on his accelerator boots and rushed towards Nero, raising Durandal with both hands and slashing at the dragon's back.

Onslaught, Dark Judgment!

The sword flashed, and the dragon's blood splashed!

Nero had a torn flesh-cut sword mark on his back, and what terrified him more than the piercing pain was that the sword was accompanied by a mysterious energy that made him dizzy.

The stun caused by the Dark Judgment lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for Roland to make one last charge.

Bless the weapons, Heaven Jump!

The divine light shone on Durandal, and Roland leapt into the air, sword in both hands and slashed at the dragon.

The indestructible Adamantite Blade touched the dragon scales, and Roland was just in time to trigger the "Lucky Wave" and enter a period of rebellion against the sky.

Time seemed to freeze in this instant, everything stood still, and only a twenty-sided die jumped and rolled in front of his eyes.

The world is full of unpredictable factors, and no one knows what the future holds. Luck is elusive and omnipresent, when heaven and earth work together, you can pick up gold coins when you fall; Heroes are not free, and eating a bun can choke people to death.

Roland knows a world built on randomness, and the world opens up to him at this moment a shortcut that borders on cheating.

That's right, that's the power of the gods bestowed on him by the "Lucky Wave".

When Roland is in the "Perfect Lucky" state, he can ignore random odds and force the best of all possible outcomes to occur.

So the dice of fate stopped rolling as he wished, and finally appeared with a perfect "20".

20 is more than just a simple number.

In Varestianyu, in all D20 Universe Infinite Planes, this number means absolute luck, meaning that attacks are bound to hit and threaten to hit hard, even if the opponent is a god, it is difficult to escape this law.

Nero is not a god.

Nero was transformed into a dragon with great sorcery, but he was still a mortal, still bowing to the universal laws of the universe.

Hit it all out, break the evil and jump and slash!

Bless the weapon, heavy attack confirmed!

+2 The blade of the Divine Adamantite Sword "Durandal" pierced Nero's back, narrowly bypassing the complex and tough tendons and penetrating into his body, and coincidentally avoiding bones and fibers from stabbing into his heart, causing unbearable trauma.

Roland stepped on the back of the red dragon with a volley, and pulled out his sword to turn over and land. The hot dragon's blood poured down like a scarlet waterfall, washing over the young man's exhausted body.

With a scream, the dragon fell down.

The blood of the half-dragon implied the smell of sulfur, Roland licked his salty lips, and sighed that it was a pity that there was no invulnerability to bathing in dragon blood in this world, not to mention that Nero was not a real dragon.

The magic quickly left Nero's body like a low tide, and he fell to the ground, degraded from dragon form to human form. The sound of death's footsteps echoed in his ears, but he was reluctant, and with the last of his strength, he stretched out his blood-drenched palm towards the altar, as if begging for something from the dragon goddess.

Roland sheathed his sword and hurried to the other side of the altar, placing his palm flat on Jack's back to release the healing.

A warm and soft glow infused Jack with life force, trying to pull the dying little dwarf back from the brink of death.