1:364 Disclosure in the Dark Realm (3)

When Starlight Dragon Shatter opened his eyes, it was already the morning of the next day.

Evil Star found himself in a glass container, his hands and feet bound by steel rings, making him unable to move, and the container's pores were so small that he was a little out of breath.

Dragons do not die from lack of oxygen, and even if they suffocate for a long time, they will enter a state of suspended animation, relying on the consumption of inherent photons in their bodies to sustain their lives. However, hypoxia is certainly not a comfortable experience. The dragon will also be dizzy and numb all over the body due to lack of oxygen.

And it's not just the lack of oxygen that makes him uncomfortable. His heart felt like it was being clutched, and it hurt so much that it was unbearable.

He endured the uncomfortable feelings, and looked around as hard as he could, hoping to understand his current situation. He could see the outside from the thick glass of the container, a laboratory full of instruments.

He remembered. He was captured alive by the Hungarians. The other party not only used the killer whale golem to plot against him, but also possessed the [Dragon Slaying Technique] that specializes in restraining the dragon clan. Should he be annoyed or honored to go to such great lengths to catch him?

For a long time before he met Arthur, the Evil Star had never been "taken seriously" in this way. Love or hate, he has never experienced it. All Shijie gave him was indifference. Until they met Arthur.

(Arthur) "Has the subject woken up, how is the experiment going?" a voice interrupts Shasty's thoughts.

"The experiment was very successful, Elder Renard. A fox researcher replied, his disgusting face fluttering, "The key fragment of the Shijie Wall has been successfully attached to the subject's body. The dragon's vitality is incredible, and it can still live after bearing six key fragments. "The fragment of the key to the wall of Shijie! The uncomfortable feeling of being clung tightly in his heart turned out to be the work of these fragments!

Evil Star heard from Arthur that the foxes were making the wall of shijie [master key]. If you use that as an offering, you can open the wall of shijie.

On the one hand, they eliminated a huge strategic threat, and on the other hand, they also got the material for [Key] - damn foxes are really calculating!

Those key fragments continued to drain the dragon's life force from the evil star's body, making the dragon extremely weak. The other party didn't need to use the dragon slaying technique to restrain the dragon at all, and the evil star had become unable to struggle, let alone escape.

The new patriarch of the fox clan, Renard*, approached the glass container and poked his finger at the container, while also looking at the golden boy inside the container with a victor's sneer: "Not so imposing, is it golden?--why is he still wearing a suit of armor? Don't you have to disarm him?" (*Note: The previous fox patriarch, Red, has been killed by Arthur.) "That," the fox researcher said hesitantly, "the armor can't be removed." The dragon probably changed its form by magic, and [the armor] was actually part of his body. "Oh, that should be the dragon scales on his body, right?" The fox patriarch suddenly looked fierce, his greedy eyes staring at the evil star: "This golden sparkle must be a rare dragon, this golden dragon's scales must be very valuable-you give me a way to remove the scales from his body." It doesn't matter if it hurts a little, he'll heal on his own anyway. With a sneer, the fox researchers walked towards the Evil Star. It was a beastly greedy and shameless laugh, worse than a human.

Evil Star had a premonition of not haode. All the pain on this shijie will soon befall him.

At the same time, the werewolf boy Bedeville munched on the bland, tasteless, rough bran-like pancakes. It's their breakfast.

It wasn't because the food was unpalatable that he was so unhappy, but his faith began to waver when he heard about the Egyptian massacre from the tiger boy Albert last night.

Albert put down the food in his hand, and his big ice-blue smart eyes looked at Bediwell: "Are you still worried about yesterday's events? Bediwell frowned. The werewolf boy has such a strong sense of justice, it is absolutely impossible for him to [not care].

"You're not going to finish your adventure?" Albert urged, his snow-white tiger fur shining in the candlelight, "what happened to you after you were captured by that Paramidis?" "I'm tired, can I talk about it for a moment," bediwell pleaded. He was distraught and not in the mood to tell a story at all.

It was noisy outside. It's only eight o'clock in the morning, and the dark area has not yet dawned, what are the tigers arguing about in this dark morning?

"What meow?" Albert explained when he saw Bedi's gaze fall on the windowsill, "they seem to have won a good battle, and now they are celebrating." "The Hungarians won the battle? That is, humanity lost. When Bediwell heard this, his heart became even heavier. and innocent blood was shed in vain.

Stupid human, stupid shijie. The stupidest of all was himself, because he was beginning to get confused, and he didn't know which camp to be happy about.

"Bedi?" Albert saw through the werewolf boy's thoughts, "If this meow cares, want to go out and see meow?" Bediwell hurriedly shook his head, he subconsciously felt fear, unwilling to know what was going to happen next, "What's there to see." Besides, am I not imprisoned here by you? Is it okay to move freely?" I said yes. Albert quickly finished the pancakes on his plate and dragged Bediwell out of the house.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the village of the Vicious Tooth was still shrouded in fog and darkness, and the tigers surrounded the village square with rough torches made of coarse cloth of twigs and animal fat. There was a huge pit in the square, surrounded by a fence of sharp wooden stakes, and more torches were scattered inside, shining as if it were day.

It's supposed to be a death arena.

"Actually lit so many torches, good Lang Fei. It seems that they have won a big victory this time, and they are celebrating it in a big way. Albert squeezed into the crowd and said.

Bedi was pushed by the two guards behind her, and followed Albert close to the center of the square.

He saw several humans bound by ropes escorted by guards in the square, all in rags, as if the Romans were soldiers, captured in the battlefield and brought here.

On the other side, he saw a giant beast in a cage. It was a monster roaming the dark realms, a giant porcupine covered in spikes.

The thing only had a pair of red eyes on its dark body, and it seemed to be hungry and was looking for food to satisfy its hunger, and it seemed that it was locked in a cage and was mad, and it was about to find an opponent to fight to vent its anger.

Bediwell could already anticipate what the tigers were going to do.