If the Budol he saw at the beginning could be defined as a human being, he is now approaching the category of a beast.

The black mist gradually solidified, forming armor like the upper and lower jaws of a dragon that enveloped his head.

Sharp hairs like long needles break down from the hard black armor at the back of the head and cover vital areas.

Then on that slender and powerful neck, there were solid black scales stacked on top of each other, along the back, waist and hips, and extending to the legs.

His arms were slender and flexible, his fingers sharpened into the claws of beasts, and his legs became more muscular and supported his body.

His limbs propped up on the ground, his back arched like a longbow that looked like a bend, and then a pair of large black wings spread out from either side of his back.

In just a few breaths, Budol was gone, replaced by a black dragon five or six meters tall.

The dragon's head, the staggered dragon teeth, Budol's face could no longer be seen clearly, but the pair of dragon eyes slowly became energetic, as if the sculpture had come to life.

Then it let out a roar of pleasure, like a monster that had been reborn, wielding brute force at will.

That's it!

It does not age, does not weaken the body, and is far away from the eternal power of human weakness, sickness, and death.

The black dragon's wings flapped slightly, and a violent hurricane immediately blew around it, and it looked down at Garon and Heroda as if it were looking at ants crawling on the ground.

"Tsk, is this your northern suit?"

Garon said in a deep voice, "It looks like a troublesome look." ”

"No, the god battle suit in my memory doesn't have such a high coverage rate, and his power is more like a skin combined with the body than the battle suit that protects the body."

Hyluda paused, then added.

"The natural armor of legendary creatures, dragon scales."

"Is there anything that can be done about it?"

Garon asked, frowning.

Hiluda was silent for a moment and then said.

"I need a little time."

"It's too late," Garon bowed, "it's coming." ”

The black dragon's wings slammed towards the ground, and its entire body soared into the air, and after flapping its wings two or three times in succession, it reached a low-altitude position, and continued to climb in height.

Garon's face was gloomy, and his flying enemies were much more difficult to deal with than his opponents in flat combat.

After all, the field of three-dimensional space is wider than that of two-dimensional planes, and it is convenient for opponents to advance or retreat in this case.

The moonlight dimmed, and Garon, who was already a little unable to see the target clearly, sighed helplessly and closed his eyes.

He gave up his vision, not out of desperation, but simply to improve the abilities of his other senses.

In his ears, the sound of his own heartbeat, the breathing of Heroda, the flickering of the blades of grass, the shaking of the branches gradually became clear, slowly, slowly, and finally a sound approached.

"Bang la,"

In the darkness of the night, a dark shadow descended from the sky, its sharp dragon claws reaching out towards Heroda's head.

Garon turned halfway, shielded Heroda behind him, and raised his right fist to swing a fist at the dragon's claw.

Lightspeed Punch!

Dozens of golden rays of light struck the dragon's claws, leaving a few black dragon scales behind.

The black dragon was much faster than Garon had expected, and almost as soon as it missed, it dodged and spun in the air to avoid being hit by all the particles of light.

What a hassle! Garon knew that his fist was exhausted, and he could only watch as the black dragon stretched out its dragon claws towards him again.

The battle didn't last long, and it seemed to Heroda that it was almost just two moments before Garon was hit by the black dragon's attack, dragging the ground and leaving a trail that was sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

The other claw of the black dragon swept out, and after engaging one of Garon's weapons, each retreated some distance.

Garon held a golden sword in his hand, and his breath gradually became faster.

The black dragon moved its claws a few times, looked down at Garon with interest, and flew over.

The sound of steel colliding continued, and after dozens of attacks and defenses, Garon's body was covered with scars, some shallow and thin, some deep and boneless.

As for the black dragon's claws, there were not many injuries other than the loss of a few scales.

The black dragon roared mockingly, and once again climbed high and flew into the clouds.

Garon put away the golden sword, and his whole body relaxed.

The foreplay is over, and the next attack is not so easy to get along with.

Garon knew his body was too fragile to last long. Nowadays, if you want to win, you have to use some extreme methods.

The wind grew louder in his ears, and Garon bent down, avoiding the black shadow behind him, and then turned to the side and reached out to grab the black dragon's leg.

The childish imp, the black dragon playfully glanced at Garon, who was hanging on his lap, and quickly rose into the air.

With one hand grasping himself and the other holding the golden sword, there was no room for his fist skills at all.

In addition, the sword did not pose much threat to him, and he had no chance of winning when he was weak in terms of physical strength and ability.

"Hey, is it really okay for you to be so relieved?"

The black dragon's pupils condensed, and it turned its face sideways, and what it saw was the longsword that shone with a golden luster.

It has a very primitive style, no ornamentation, and no gem setting.

The hilt of the sword is long and straight, the sword body is sharp and heavy, no matter how you look at it, it is just a more valuable weapon, but why do you feel a little uneasy.

"In order to be able to hit you reliably, I didn't put much effort on the sword just now."

Garon sneered,

"Now at this distance, you can't escape.

I've heard that this sword can slice through the stars, so try it with your body. ”

The golden light flickered, disappearing into the black scales, sending out splatters of warm blood.

On the ground, Heroda heard a terrible howl, and saw a black shadow fall rapidly to the ground, leaving a deep hole in the grass in the distance.

"Tick, tick."

The blazing blood poured on the rocks, and the black dragon barely held onto his body, and the wound on his back felt a burning pain, but it was not a fatal wound.

Just be careful, and it won't take long to recover.

Thinking of this, the black dragon guarded the surroundings, this is an underground pit, although the depth is unknown, but it does limit its range of movement, and the only exit has been blocked by broken rock.

In the darkness, before it had time to acclimatize, it heard a slight noise.

"Smack."

The black dragon was startled, and his claws swung to the side, but he missed.

Was it a falling rock?

Well, just rocks that fell from above...... Well, above?

"Smack."

A shadow landed directly in front of the black dragon, approaching its body.

The familiar fighting spirit made its scales and armor stand upside down.

"Hey, have you seen the stars shatter?"