The other party's body had not yet fully manifested itself in the sunlight, and the smell of corruption had already wafted through the crack in the door.

It seems that this ancient Arodian tomb has not escaped the clutches of the Corrupt Lady, and Aiola must have come here to sow Namira's rot. Now that the inhabitants of it can drag their weakened bodies out of the gate, it is estimated that it is not easy.

I stared intently at the figure of the man until he faded from the darkness and was exposed to broad daylight. Withered feet suspended at low altitudes, dark gold dragon scale light armor, antique coral-colored robes, and a yellow-green malachite mask...... A closer look made it clear to me all of his features, the Iron Mage who died with Red Eagle not long ago had the exact same style as him. In addition, there were some mold clumps growing scattered on his bare airborne body, but it didn't seem to be subjected to survival-threatening erosion.

What kind of identity does this dress really mean?

I've never touched them, but what is certain is that the man in front of me wearing a malachite mask is a dragon worshipper, and he must have come here to get the dragon back on the ground, awakened by the dragon's roar. In other words, this guy and I should have a hostile relationship.

When I encounter an enemy, my strategy is generally "fight if necessary, and run if I can't", but the current situation does not allow me to simply put myself into the situation.

First of all, I am sure that I will obviously not be his opponent, as the last time I fought in the Stronghold of Mednaci, I can't compete with a guy wearing a mask of this style. As for escaping, it's not realistic, this guy hovers off the ground like the wind, and no matter how fast I run with my legs, I can't stand others flying and chasing. Do you want me to put on the iron mask I seized last time and pretend to be my own? Well, he's not going to think I'm killing his brother and putting on a mask to show it off in front of him......

When the masked man looked at the pile of dry bones on the ground, I could feel a violent fluctuation in his mood, at least the guy was angry.

I need to do something before it strikes me. I looked around and tried to find the missing Red Eagle Sword, only to see a few scattered pieces of metal on the ground, the self-explosion had completely destroyed the Red Eagle Sword, and I could no longer get any help from it. The Centurion didn't take enough damage to the impact, and I could theoretically continue to fly it, but the Masked Man was already looking at me viciously, and I was afraid I wouldn't have a chance to get back into the cockpit.

“Yol！ Toor！ Shullllll！ ”

The roar was brewed in the scorching chest, and it blurted out as a raging lava wave, pouring out in the direction of the masked man like a stormy wave.

The dragon soul I just acquired was used by me to evolve the Flame Breath Dragon's Roar to its full form, and it quickly came in handy. What surprised me was that the soul of the ice dragon could be used to strengthen the dragon roar of the flame attribute, probably because the ice dragon was born with this kind of dragon roar, but it was difficult to use it well because it was difficult to use it well because it conflicted with its own attributes.

I gasped for breath and sat on the ground waiting for the fireworks to dissipate, but to my surprise and panic, the enemy came out of the curtain of flames unscathed!

How can it be? Everyone knew that flames could inflict great damage on the flammable bodies of dried corpses, even the Iron Mage he met on the battlefield that day was not spared, and the enemy in front of him didn't care about the flames in front of him. Without saying a word, he walked towards me, his malachite mask glistening in the light of the fire, the dragon head staff in his hand glowing with brilliant lightning, and a huge thundercloud about to take shape above my head.

It's too late to think of anything else! I immediately reached through the gap in my shirt with my right hand, trying to pull out my hole card from my chest, the cane Bloody Rose that Sangien had given me.

At the moment when the bloody rose was ripped out by my own hands, a strange scene appeared in front of me. Countless blood-red crows emerged from the thunderclouds, tearing the dark clouds into a pile of fragments and scattering them in their mouths, and the Masked Man's attack was easily disintegrated.

And...... My appearance was also transformed by the appearance of the Blood Rose, a top hat suddenly appeared above my head, and a red tie was inexplicably hung around my neck, and now I had gone from being a combatant to a gentleman in a red tuxedo with a cane. But these are only side effects, and it seems that if I pull out the Blood Roses myself, they are not intended for battle, but have other uses.

Now is not the time to think about the role of this riotous outfit, and the focus should be on a strange uninvited guest who appeared in front of me.

"I smell the breath of the weak......"

The visitor removed the sword from his back and pointed in the direction of the masked man, and read his opening words in a contemptuous tone. (To be continued......)