"Boom!"

Not far away, a meteorite fell. smashed the old K who hadn't reacted yet. He also made his useful equipment useless.

Vacant space.

The dragon that had risen opened its mouth, and the dragon breathed.

Face.

Zhao Qian stood in the room with broken stone and wood in the dark, looking at the gray rabbit standing there not far away.

The guy with the white scarf tilted his head up, looking so small and deceitful in front of the big beast.

"Whew!"

Flame of the Inextinguishable Attribute.

"I see, that's right."

The man who was scheming looked at it, and his eyes were red. The corners of the mouth, curved upwards.

Grey Rabbit smiled.

"Boom!"

The man who was touched by the flames blew up.

It turned into smoke that obstructed the view.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Qian's eyes.

Doppelganger? Or is it?

Zhao Qian's eyes searched, but there was no shadow of anyone else around, except for the old K who fell on the clearing not far away and was hit by a meteorite, there was no one anymore.

In the distance, Gatlin, the god of fire who had been chattering just a moment ago, had stopped the last roar of metal.

But I don't care about these things anymore.

"Where! You bugs! ”

The crimson-gold dragon flailed its wings, but its form was somewhat shaky.

"Peng!"

Forward, with one kick, Old K was crushed into a pile of meat sauce at the foot of that scaly claw, becoming the earliest traveler to die in this hidden story mission.

"Boom!"

Another claw.

The dragon lifted the roof of the vicinity.

Turning around, Zhao Xiang took half a step back.

Because, the big reptilian creature had apparently noticed this, just as it could notice where old K was.

"Whew!"

Feeling the surging fire element above his head, Zhao took the big sword, rolled around, and rolled out.

It was dragon's breath again, and he looked at it with a numb scalp.

For the first time, I still faced this legendary murderous thing. However, it is impossible to retreat.

Obviously, the opponent will definitely be able to give himself a heavy blow from behind.

Clenched the sword.

The muscles in Zhao Qian's body were tensed piece by piece, and now, all the skills were opened by themselves.

Buried in his head, he rushed forward half a step, and the big sword was carried behind him.

The only way to fight is to fight.

"Roar!"

Smaug's roar was clearly a little choppy, and there was still the dragon-slaying bullet in his body that he had been accused of getting from somewhere, and it was slowly taking effect.

The kind of thing that was extracted from the bones of other dragons was nothing more than an elemental bullet with an armor-piercing effect to the other races. But for the Dragonborn, it's no less than a bullet with a high degree of poison.

Its toxicity acts directly on the bloodline of the Dragonborn.

Forward.

Zhao Qian faced the huge creature in front of him, and under its terrifying power, he seemed to be a little concerned.

Sideways, jump.

Dodge the crimson claw. Its movements slowed more than a little in its bloodshot eyes.

Sword flirtation.

The strength of the cold attribute obviously cooled down the temperature around him.

Then, there was the sharp sword qi.

Zhao Qian watched, the sword qi fell under the scale armor, but only a few shining sparks were left.

And it didn't do much harm.

Land, step back.

is getting weaker.

Zhao Qian could clearly feel that the aura of this big guy was weakening. He looked at it coldly, but the steps under his feet seemed to be doing what he could.

"Poof!"

The next moment, a pain in the back sounded with the sound of yin testing.

"Accident? Surprise. ”

Zhao Qian turned around and looked at the sickle-wielding man with a waxy white face. The look in his eyes was more of a sarcasm under control. Pit vipers.

It all seems to have an answer.

"You're not a traveler, are you?"

Zhao Qian fell to the ground, and a gorgeous gash was opened in his back, and black blood splattered from inside.

But this was not the most important thing, the most important thing was that an unfamiliar energy was surging in his own body. The heart is beating or stopping.

"What do you think?"

The pit viper brandished a scythe to block a dragon's breath and looked at the dying creature on the ground.

He is confident in his skills.

None of the units that have been sentenced to death have survived.

"So, you'll be able to know how many travelers are involved."

Zhao Qian said, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clearer.

It all looked more like a pre-prepared means for other invasion of space to deal with the travelers arranged at the station.

"Of course, everything was designed by me in advance, except for the goal."

Behind the pit viper, another man with a white rabbit fur scarf around his neck stepped out of his shadow. Gray Rabbit.

Then, the man removed the scarf, twisted the joint between his neck, and smiled.

"It feels so good to breathe in the fresh air."

"I was going to be Smaug in the first place."

Answered, shook the white fur, and it turned into a cold straight knife in the man's hand.

This guy looked at Zhao Qian, who was lying on the ground and his vision was gradually blurring, as if he was aroused to be interested in talking. The pit viper in front of him had already rushed towards the beast.

"But, since you're here, I'm going to give it a try for a reward."

"Is that so?"

"Hint: Your current health is below 100, please heal or use recovery as soon as possible."

Zhao Qian raised his head, his gaze became darker and darker, and there was only a pitch-black sky left as far as his eyes could see.

He could feel his life slipping by. That inexplicable energy is corroding himself little by little, making the energy in his body tired to deal with.

"Bang!"

In the distance, in the darkness, a gunshot was heard again.

Everywhere the gunfire went.

The waxy-faced man who had just been fighting the Red Gold Dragon turned into a cloud of smoke.

Sneer.

The gray rabbit looked in the direction of the bullet.

"We're not dead."

"Really?"

In the next second, the swordsman got up from the ground with his big sword and slashed at the long knife that blocked his attack.

"You're missing a little."

Zhao Qian said indifferently, the wound behind him still existed.

"I'm not dead yet."

The blade of the sword was pressed away and pressed against the forehead of the man who was still full of confidence just now.

Skill, Last Dawn, on. (To be continued.) )