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Little by little, the blood dripped to the ground, leaving a dark red trail of blood along the way. Barlow can't remember how long he hasn't been so embarrassed, the last time was ten years ago, the opponent was a five-star dragon clan, and that's all there is to the existence of the dragon king. But the dragon he had defeated, though scarred, had never been defeated since.

He covered his neck with one hand, leaned against the wall with the other, and moved little by little, his body bowing like an old man about to enter the ground. In ten years, he had never been so close to death, his trachea had been almost severed, and his nasal passages were clogged with blood every time he breathed. It stands to reason that he should have died a long time ago, and no one could have survived such a fatal wound.

But he was different, and three years ago, a guy named Ann gave him a tube of red reagent and said to him, "If you want to get more power, you might as well try this." ”

"What is this?"

"Dragon's blood. Ann spat out two words, "But after a little change, otherwise with the corrosive nature of dragon blood, it can destroy a person in an instant." ”

"What's the use of that?"

"It can make you stronger, change your genes, and bring your body closer to the dragons. Ann said, "This is also something that the Flowing Cloud Team studied ten years ago. Maybe they had already researched the finished product, but the finished product was destroyed by the Dragon Emperor. ”

"Why did you give me this?"

"Doesn't Lord Rose want to know what the Moses and Felton families are studying?" Ann smiled slightly, "That's it, dragon's blood." ”

"Is this already contraband? At that time, Barlow's tone was cold, "The prince has clearly ordered that he is no longer allowed to participate in research on dragon blood, especially research on gene-altering genes. ”

"It depends on what you say. Ann looked at Barlow's and smiled strangely, "As far as I know, Lord Rose himself is taking dragon blood medicine." If it weren't for the dragon's blood, he would have died long ago. Then again, dragon's blood doesn't just prolong life, it just makes people stronger, it's evolution. ”

"It's just something that turns people into monsters. ”

"What is a monster?" said Ann disdainfully, "Would you rather die as a human or survive as a monster?" ”

......

He eventually made the choice to hide from Karan that the Moses and Fürth families were delving into dragon blood. For him, only the last sentence was the most important, and from beginning to end, Karan had no intention of making him the next prince.

Obviously, he was already the most powerful hunter in the hall except for Karan.

Barlow couldn't walk anymore and fell to his knees with a thud. His wounds were rapidly scarring and growing tiny scales. His pupils also began to slowly change color, turning a scorching golden color, the color he hated the most.

"Drink it and it will lurk inside you without causing any effect on you during the incubation period. But when your life is threatened, it will step up and save your life. Ann's words still echo in her ears, "But it will change your genes and make you more inclined to dragons, monsters in your mouth." But so what? You've already died once, so you should be born again. ”

Strength, unparalleled power.

This is how Barlow feels now, and the blood in his whole body seems to be boiling. He let out a low roar that sounded like a dragon's roar, "Ian, I want you to die——"

A year ago, he was a hunter, a year later, he became a member of the Peony royal family, and now, he is no longer a "person". He's become something that disgusts him, something he's been hunting for most of his life, oh, he's not a dragon yet, he's just a monster.

It's all Karan, it's all Ian!

Obviously he is the king, obviously he is the supreme ruler of the hall. Everything Ian has should belong to him! He is the greatest savior of mankind, not the young hairy boy!

Barlow's consciousness became more and more blurred, and only one thought was left at its clearest point, and that was to kill Ian. He's going to chop Ian to pieces, so he doesn't even have the qualifications to be! Kill him, kill him in his current state!

But at this moment, another voice sounded in his head: "Why sacrifice that kid's blood?"

"It's not ordinary human blood, it's the blood of the Dragon Emperor Mussolini. Only interested in this blood, only the most powerful dragon blood, can awaken the most powerful. ”

Barlow couldn't remember who said this to him. But he realized that he still couldn't defeat Ian with his own strength alone, because what he had in his body was only ordinary dragon blood, and the blood in Ian's body belonged to the Supreme Dragon Emperor.

No, no, you must find another way to kill him, you must kill him!

Barlow's heart is roaring!

I must kill him! I am willing to give everything for this!

The next moment, a dull sound of chains sounded, and the whole passage trembled. Barlow looked up and found himself at the end of the passage, where he saw a huge stone pillar with thick chains strewn throughout. And under the stone pillar, a huge black shadow was entwined by countless iron chains.

Barlow stared at the dark shadow, which seemed to be staring at him as well. After a brief hesitation, Barlow resolutely walked towards the shadow.

"You can help me, won't you? Barlow's voice was unusually hoarse, "You'll help me, won't you?" ”

The shadow didn't move, it looked like a dead thing, but Barlow knew it wasn't dead, it was the only thing that could help him make his wishes come true.

"Click, click. ”

A few drops of blood fell from the sky and landed in front of Barlow's eyes, forming a bunch of brilliant blood flowers on the ground. Barlow sobered up a bit, leaned down, dipped his fingers in a little blood, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then his expression slowly became hideous.

"So you're up there. Barlow looked up, and there was nothing to see above him, only a black mist, "Come on, Ian." ”

He looked at the dark shadow again, and there was unconcealed fanaticism in his eyes: "Come on, I give everything to you, you help me, kill him." ”

Barlow slashed off his right hand with a knife, and blood sprayed out and splashed all over the ground, covering up the blood from before. Barlow didn't feel the slightest pain, he was as excited as crazy, and smashed his arm towards the black shadow: "Don't you want blood!

Click, click, click!

All the chains trembled, and so did the stone pillars, and the rubble kept falling. After sleeping for a thousand years, he slowly opened his eyes.

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