The golden light pierced the dark cave like the dawn of dawn, and even the hundred dragons Ladong were terrified by such light.

When the dragon came back to its senses, it found that everything around it had changed, and that it had left the cave and entered another strange world.

There are upside-down buildings and broken idols, suspended rubble, a grid-like night sky overhead, and a deep blue sky dotted with shining stars.

And the place where it was located was a huge gladiatorial arena, and Walker stood on the opposite side of it, a man and a dragon facing each other like this.

Radon couldn't understand how it had left the previous space and came here.

Walker clenched the Spear of Longinus in his hand, and he had just activated another feature of the artifact, Extradimensional Displacement.

Walker and the others were abruptly sucked into this area, and it was also the artifact that discovered the traces of the golden spear and opened a portal to teleport them here.

It's just that there are no artifacts here now, and even the statues have been shattered, but this gladiatorial arena is a sign of intact.

The dragon flapped its wings and hundreds of heads looked at Walker in unison, it was unbelievable that the young man had survived such a blow.

Walker's body was scarred, his face was scratched, his muscles were scratched, and the blood oozing out was shocking.

But he was still able to pick up the spear and stand up, the will in his heart that made him forget the pain for a while, like the indomitable spirit of Sparta.

Walker's eyes were cracked, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, looked at the dragon's hundred-foot-tall body, and said angrily, "Here... It will be the place where your bones are buried, so be enlightened!"

The golden lines on the black spear bloomed again, the obscure runes lit up, and the golden brilliance on the tip of the spear flowed, wafting golden points of light.

"Chain of Gods-Ares-Celestial!"

Walker fell to the ground with a roar of rage, and a huge Spartan golden phantom behind him shone brightly, and his strong body, perfect muscles, and burning pupils ignited the young man's blood at once.

The dragon roared and took a few steps back, feeling the obsession and battle intent coming from the Spartan phantom, and it was in awe.

The highest level of war is a soldier who surrenders without a fight, and momentum and courage are the most crucial parts of inspiring soldiers and weakening the enemy's morale.

Fear is the greatest enemy, even for Radon as a hundred-headed dragon.

After seeing Walker's monstrous golden battle intent sweeping through the arena, it felt like a beast waiting to be slaughtered, about to be defeated by the gladiator with a sword and spear.

It fluttered its wings and tried to fly, but the arena seemed to have an enchantment, and Radon crashed into a wall of air and fell stunned.

Walker rushed towards the dragon, and the Spartan phantom behind him strode and galloped.

The dragon looked back, panicked, lacking in confidence, and roared, but was overshadowed by Walker's thunderous roar.

Walker's calf strained, and he leaned down, leaping to his feet, stabbing the golden spear in his hand towards the dragon.

The phantom of Sparta behind him also began to accumulate, and the muscles of his hands bulged, piercing a golden light into Ladon's body.

Radon turned on his defenses in terror, his body enveloped in black light, and a thick layer of scales began to pour out of his body, which would help it resist powerful attacks.

The golden spear dragged a hundred zhang of light and stabbed Ladong's body, and a black protective film was formed around Ladong's body, and the golden spear could not break through the defense of this protective film.

Walker's eyes froze, his palms slapped the ground, the earth cracked, and the golden light overflowed into the cracks, revealing thousands of dazzling lights from them.

The trembling ground made the dragon not pay attention, his body tilted slightly, and Walker fell to the ground, golden light shining on his fist, golden lines spreading across his arms, until his whole body was carved with strange lines.

He threw a punch at Ladon's body, like a golden meteor smashing into the dragon's body.

Radon stepped backwards for a moment, a shot on its body, still unable to break through its defenses, and Radon began to wake up from his fear.

This human is not as strong as he imagined, it is just because of his domineering momentum, in fact, it can't even break its own defenses.

With this psychological comfort, Radon was furious and slammed his head towards Walker.

Walker stared at his fist, gritting his teeth, the golden power in his hand slowly seeping in.

He felt a gust of wind howling beside him, and saw the mountain-like dragon head crashing towards him.

Walker glared angrily, did not dodge, and slammed into the dragon's head, one big and one small, one person and one dragon collided together.

Walker punched a golden halo, and the dragon head was smashed out by Walker.

Walker ignored the dragon, and rode on the dragon's head, his fists falling like rain, and the fists were stacked, and one punch was stronger than the other, and the golden fist smashed the dragon's head in a daze, and finally hung down weakly.

The other dragons also came towards Walker, slamming into each other from all sides, burying him directly into a pile of heads.

However, it was not long before the golden light shone brightly, seeping through the cracks, and the golden light of the needle-tip wheat pierced the siege of Ladon.

Walker broke free of the pressure exerted by the faucets, shaking them away.

He picked up the Longinus spear again and jumped to the ground, pulling a little distance.

Hundreds of Ladon's heads were dangling, and even if he lost a few, it still didn't affect its overall battle.

Walker gasped sharply, the attack and defense of this hundred-headed dragon were amazing, and if you couldn't find its weak point, no matter how powerful the attack was, it would be useless.

"Reverse Scale..."

A word popped out of Walker's head as he gasped, but where were the scales of the hundred dragons?

Seeing that Walker seemed to have no strength, Radon raised hundreds of heads and spewed out dragon breaths, gathering above Walker's head like a huge sun condensing.

This fireball was spitting flames, and Walker could already feel the heat emanating from it, and if it fell, it would inevitably incinerate the entire space, and he might not even be burned to ashes.

Walker's hand holding the spear trembled slightly, and the blood flowed down the spear, eventually being vaporized.

He didn't care about the fireball, he watched too much, but he would only be frightened by the opponent's momentum, which was even more detrimental to his own battle.

He calmly stared at the hundred dragons, and he saw that all the dragons' heads were radiating power, condensing this fireball.

Strange to say, these heads don't seem to have an independent consciousness, as if they are all under the command of a person, could it be that its reverse scale is one of the heads?

Walker didn't care about the fireball, even though the heat had made his muscles red and hot.

At this time, he saw a small head, hidden in the middle of all the heads of the hundred dragons, and if he didn't look closely, he thought it was a tumor.

"I see, I've found you!"

Walker was overjoyed, picked up the spear, poured all his power into the spear, and threw it away.

The spear sliced through the space, flashing a golden streak and stabbing at the smallest head in the middle of the dragon.

Laton felt the leader's dangerous command, and all his heads hung down, trying to protect the leader's safety, but the fireball fell uncontrollably and straight down.

Walker punched through the ground and jumped, covering himself with a crushed clod of dirt, only to hear an earth-shattering roar.

The heat burned Walker's skin, revealing muscle tissue and burning his entire face, leaving nothing intact throughout his body.

The air was twisting, Walker gritted his teeth and roared angrily, the unyielding will of the god of war keeping him going until the end.

The golden light above his head bloomed into the pit, and Walker dragged his mangled body out of the scorched soil, like a youkai from hell, bald on top of it.

The whole body was charred black, the flesh and blood were roasted, and the face was extremely hideous.

He walked barefoot towards the dragon, step by step.

The dragon was stabbed in the head by Walker's throw, and the central system was destroyed, and all the heads hung limply on the ground as if they had no signal.

Walker walked over to the dragon's side, the scales had shrunk in, and the defenses of the hundred dragons were greatly weakened.

Walker drew his spear and stabbed it through a large hole in the dragon's body, which he followed into the dragon's body.

The viscous liquid and foul breath filled the dragon's body, and Walker had lost the pain of his nerves, and he couldn't feel the smell anymore.

He found Natsu Wanyu in a pool of yellow slime, she was lying inside, very quiet, and the sound of Walker coming in and stepping on the slime woke her up.

"You're here!" Xia Wan opened her eyes weakly, her face bloodless.

Although he was a completely strange man in front of him, he did not have the handsome and chic of the past, the melancholy temperament of the aristocracy, and the luxurious clothes to add to it, but only a hideous face and a bald head.

Even so, Xia Wanyou knew who this person who could rescue him from the dragon's mouth.

Because this scene is too familiar.

"I'm here, I've kept my promise!" Walker said hoarsely.

"After all these years, you found me in the mouth of a monster again!"

Xia Wanyou raised her head, her blue-purple pupils glowed, and she smiled softly.

She couldn't stand up, and she was too weak to stand up, and the Serum held her last breath.

"It's about a boy-to-girl agreement, and like in a fairy tale, it has to have an ending!"

Walker slowly picked up Xia Wanyou and carried it on his shoulders.

"But you don't look like a prince now, and you're not wearing that awesome denim suit!" Xia Wanyou smiled, her messy hair on her face, and there was a poignant feeling.

"Prince or something, I've never been, and as for cowboys, it's just a whim when I was a kid, I just want to have an identity. ”

"What identity?"

"Miss Xia Wanyu's husband!"