The scene before him was clearly beyond his comprehension, and Ottaman looked at the sorcerer with a trilling voice.

"Mr. Ansel......"

Spellcasters mostly influence their opponents on a mental level, and they also have a small amount of life-saving magic such as doubles. To ordinary people, these magic are similar to miracles, but in the face of the embodiment of absolute power, this thing is as powerless and ridiculous as tickling.

Ansel's face turned white, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"Lord Ottaman, I cannot accept this commission...... I'll give you all the money you've been paid for. ”

Ottaman would not let go of this life-saving straw, and he grabbed Anse El's sleeve.

"Ansel, how much money do you want, I can double it for you."

Ansel's body shattered, and he shook his head slowly as it passed like wind and sand.

"Lord Ottaman, that's a dragon."

With a "bang", a bag of gold coins fell, and Ottaman had no time to care about the bag of gold coins, and he desperately drilled into the crowd, shouting hysterically at the same time.

"Shoot, shoot him!"

It makes sense that the guards should have fired, but no one did.

Because the man, no, the dragon, it was staring at the crowd silently.

In the pitch-black eye sockets, the split crimson pupils were extremely strange, and it seemed to be looking directly at everyone, as if this gaze made all the guards dare not move.

Ottaman hammered the guards beside him hard.

"Shoot! Didn't you hear me! ”

The guard shuddered, then fell straight to one side like a stick.

The stick rolled twice before coming to a halt facing the floor, and Ottaman saw a handful of blood spread from the floor.

Seeing this, a chill spread through his heart, and Ottaman could barely feel the presence of his legs, and he turned his head in disbelief to look at the guard on his left.

Sure enough, his eyes had melted, and bright red blood swirled in his sockets.

"Huh."

The dragon spoke suddenly, not in dragon language, but in a voice that was sharp and deep.

"The price."

It stretched out its right hand, its fingers together and outstretched, the scales on the joints opening and closing, making a pleasant, but far different from the grinding sound of metal biting.

Angelyl stared at Oreo from afar, it wasn't the first time she'd seen this terrifying creature. But unlike the last time, when it was in a very uncontrollable state, the dragon seemed to still have its sanity.

She said tentatively.

"Oreo...... Mr? ”

"Damn ......"

Hearing this, the dragon turned around and squeezed words from between his teeth.

"Angelyl!"

Angelyl took a step back in fright, and she saw Oreo suddenly stretch out his right hand, and the next second it was in front of her eyes, and then she grabbed her neck.

The dragon stared at Angelyl viciously, its gloomy pupils radiating a fiery heat.

"Angelyl, the thing I hate the most is when people lie to me!"

With this angry tone, Oreo became a little stronger.

Angelyl rolled her eyes, gasping for breath.

"O'...... Mr...... Yes......"

"I'm sorry these three words, there is no meaning at all."

Oreo tilted his head, but the four pupils didn't tilt with the angle of his head, and they went up and down, observing Angelyl in an eerie arc.

Angelyl let out an uncomfortable whimper, and she almost rolled her eyes, faintly making out Oreo's face.

His face was covered with scales, which should be as disgusting as snake scales, but with a strange beauty.

As for what Oreo said, Angelyl couldn't hear it clearly, and her last impression was Oreo's mouth.

The dark mouth opened and closed, but the tongue could not be seen.

Eventually, she rolled her eyes and fell like mud.

Releasing his right hand, Oreo just glanced at her, then turned around and walked towards Ottaman step by step.

The young nobleman had disappeared into the halls, but he had been watched by himself, so the soul imprint was always in his mind, and this was the power of the dragons.

Following the imprint in his mind, Oreo walked towards the gate step by step, the heavy gate melting silently, it felt like it had been scorched by molten slurry, but the section was extremely smooth.

Crossing the door, Oreo clenched his fist slightly, and in the process of clenching his fist, he felt every nerve and muscle in himself, which was beneath the scales, operating in a rule called strength.

Unlike last time he was mad, Oreo was extremely conscious, but it wasn't a good thing.

He had discovered a long time ago that under the infection of dragon blood, he would be more irritable and irritable, and the root cause was the discomfort caused by the conflict between his body and dragon blood, and after becoming a dragon, this discomfort would be greatly reduced.

If this continues, there will be no possibility of becoming a human being.

The root cause of all this is to blame ...... Damn Angelyl!

At the thought of this, Oreo's eyes widened in anger, and he stepped out, smashing the balcony railing with one foot.

Standing at the top of the second floor, he looked down at the long hallway, a small figure running wildly in his sight.

"The price."

Oreo spoke in a strange tone, speaking in Sisanaland, but as obscure and solemn as a chant.

Ottaman ran wildly in the corridor, which was supposed to be a demonstration of the strength of the Auburn family, but at this moment it was like a corridor that fell into hell.

The gate is clearly visible not far away, but it does feel extremely far away.

"What exactly is the price?"

The strange voice sounded again, and it seemed to be in his ears.

Knowing that death was imminent, Ottaman did not dare to turn back, and he ran desperately in the direction of the gate, like a coward looking for death.

Oreo stared silently at his back, tilting its head as if in thought.

For a moment, it muttered.

"I know what the price is."

As he spoke, the ground under Ottaman's feet suddenly sank, and the hard quartz was as soft as water at this time, and now, the "water" under Ottaman's feet was constantly draining from the ground.

Otaman stumbled on his feet, and he lunged forward, grabbing the edge of the floor that had not yet sunken, and the bottomless cliff continued to grow beneath his feet.

Sure enough, the dragon walked slowly, crouching on the edge of the floor, looking down into Ottaman's eyes.

"Beg for mercy."

"I ......"

Large beads of sweat rolled down Otaman's forehead, and his fingers were almost spasmodic.

"Right...... I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have kidnapped Angelyle, I'll give you as much money as you want...... Please...... Please, don't kill me. ”

"Huh,"

Oreo smiled, the cracked corners of his mouth reaching the base of his ear.

He reached out his right hand and grabbed Ottaman by the back neckline.

"If you don't shoot me, I won't kill you, but you have a gun in your hand at that time, you can't beg me for mercy...... So Lord Ottaman, your death was sealed from the first time you kidnapped Angelil. ”

"No...... No...... I can apologize to you, and I can apologize to Miss Angelyl, as long as you don't kill me...... As long as you don't kill me......"

Ottaman struggled, expecting the hand to pull him up, but a blazing heat suddenly came from his wrists, and his arms seemed to be set on fire, and then quickly dissolved.

Ottaman finally fell, and the fall was extremely long.

He stared at Oreo from afar, and found that he had a dress in his hand at some point.

After a few moments, Ottaman realized that it was the gown that had been pulled from him.

Gradually, the dragon scales on Oreo's body melted, and the skin belonging to a human reappeared on him.

The abyss was dim, except for the faint light at the opening.

Through the change of light, Ottaman can still see Oreo's full appearance, naked and naked.

"You ......"

Ottaman suddenly saw something, his pupils constricted violently, and he waved his non-existent arm, muttering to himself in the abyss.

"You...... You...... Person! ”