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A flash of silver lightning swooped down on the ghoul, attacking before it did.

"Bang!"

In a chest-pounding loud bang, the two sides of the confrontation engaged in a primitive and savage collision.

In an instant, blood splattered, and the ghoul's horse-sized body was knocked two meters away, screaming and wailing.

And Rodin didn't move at all, he was even better in this round of strength contest!

In addition, his silver-armored black flame palm clutched a wriggling mass of flesh.

"Can't I kill you without weapons?

He was so powerful that he took advantage of the ghoul's howl to make a tiger pounce, and his slender arms collided head-on with the ghoul's hideous claws.

In the field, they were like two gladiatorial strongmen, their palms facing each other, their muscles and blood vessels squirming wildly, and they fell into a temporary stalemate.

A pair of silver-glittering arms, two long, sharp arms and claws covered with bright red tendons, clinging together.

Suddenly, Rodin's flaming back waist was in the position of a flaming fold, and two pitch-black tentacles suddenly grew, like the wrist and foot tentacles of a giant octopus.

They were unsurprisingly black, but with a palpitating cruelty, writhing like living creatures, and turning into nimble predators, quickly and ferociously wrapping around the ghoul's head, obscuring its features.

"Zizi-" A thick white smoke rose up, and the smell of fishy meat permeated the air. The ghoul let out a terrible howl, and its entire head seemed to be corroded by strong acid, pitted and quickly melted.

"Ho!" Rodin snapped off his arms, slamming the ghoul over his head. And the two wrists and feet that originated from the shoulders were still unrelentingly wrapped around his head. Under the contradictory force of this flick and pull, "Kaz" made a crisp sound, and most of the ghoul's corroded head was easily torn off.

The blood flowers bloomed, rendering the silver armor extremely bewitching.

And a headless, hideous corpse crashed to the ground, like a weathered statue, pale, and desperate.

Almost at the same time, the pair of giant tentacles instantly retracted into the silver armor.

Cynthia, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, looked complicated and amazed, his battle was so simple, rough, and even cruel, it could be said that he had screwed off the ghoul's head alive.

Blood and the stench were sprinkled all over the place, and the silver armor pulled out a long shadow in the bright sun, and this shadow carried an evil smell, with a chilling gloom, as if it wanted to envelop the whole canopy.

But she didn't have the slightest disgust or fear.

"This is my man, the man of my life!"

The fierce battle actually lasted only a few moments, and the cracked rift barely rebounded, still maintaining its previous scale.

"Whew-" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath on his back.

Stimulated by the intense and unpleasant smell, he seemed to come back to life and was full of energy, continuing the unfinished sealing work.

This time it was completed without incident, and the rift was completely annihilated in the blue sky.

The spirit of the Flame Rose "buzzed", emitting a little reluctance, as if it had not tasted enough of the power of the ancestral dragon, although it was dormant in the tattoo on its chest, it could enjoy the nourishment of a few wisps of the power of the ancestral dragon every day, but it was far less than the pleasure of a fierce battle.

Rodin spoke softly as a soothing baby, and the Flame Rose retracted into the tattoo, revealing his well-defined muscles.

He stood there for a long time, recalling the battle just now, this black iron ghoul was so unbeatable that he felt a little unfinished.

Of course, there are surprises and surprises.

This was the first time he had used the power of the ancestral dragon in such a peculiar way, and such a way of fighting was full of imagination, and the effect was equally amazing.

Without Erwin's Sweep Formation, the power of those two tentacles, made purely of the power of the ancestral dragon, was beyond his imagination.

It is super corrosive and has sufficient strength, and it can be used as another conventional means of combat.

Just imagine what kind of situation would it be to suddenly have two special "arms" on your body during the interval between using the Black Sun Sword Technique to fight the enemy?

Now it seems that his old way of fighting seems to be too rigid and obsessed with swordsmanship. Now that he has personally experienced this mysterious bloodline power control method, he suddenly feels that a new door is open to him, his vision is broad, and his ambition is quietly surging.

Countless fresh ideas followed.

Two tentacles he felt were his current limit, if he divided into three or four ...... in the future?

Or refine the tentacles and shape them into a slender killing weapon like a steel wire to make the envoys?

Or do you remotely control a wisp of spiritual power out of your body and mix it with the power of the ancestral dragon to launch a surprise attack?

But in any case, without the training of sword oil blending for more than a month, and the shortcut given to him by Krusas, this road would still be closed to traffic.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth until the girl's soft body came up.

She hurriedly checked Rodin and was relieved to make sure it was all right.

On the other side, Dark Cloud Sahuan seemed to come over and took the initiative to turn his head and touch it as if he was grateful.

"Alas, you're a stallion, a little reserved!"

Rodin didn't appreciate it, and pushed its huge head away in disgust.

"Baa--" The foal Amber followed behind the cloud's buttocks, her fluffy little body crashing into Rodin's arms like a stupid rabbit.

It seemed to understand that it was the man in front of it who had saved them, and its attitude suddenly became intimate.

Rodin reached out and touched it. "Yes, with such a feel and physical characteristics, I feel that I will raise you as a puppy in the future, what do you think?"

Amber is angry and raises her as a dog, which is completely an insult to her noble status!

"Kaz!" the large, jagged mouth snapped shut suddenly, but Rodin was able to move his arm away with great dexterity.

"Babies are not good like this!"

It was already noon when the two of them returned to camp, and all five races in the morning were over.

Cynthia's two-game winning streak was terminated, and she was a little unwilling, so she simply led the dark clouds around the arena.

Rodin's shorts were too shocking to be stunning, so he had to go his separate ways, sneak home quietly, and take Amber back by the way.

Aren't horses supposed to be kept in stables?

However, he didn't think of Amber as a normal horse at all, and what he just said about raising her as a dog was not alarmist.

"Puppies, where do you put them if you don't keep them at home?"

Inside, the hunter's badge in his bedroom buzzed, confirming his suspicion that Amber was indeed a monster offspring.