In the roar of the Supreme, the whole palace was faintly shaking, as if a tree-like crack appeared on the transparent quadrangular pyramid that did not belong to this world, and the light and wonderful sound spread around him as the center, from the dragon's tomb, to the camp on the ice, and even to most of the Arctic Circle, the travelers strolling in Reykjavik looked up in unison on the streets, and the hearts of the sailors sailing on the ice sea rose with inexplicable sadness and loneliness, thinking of their families overlooking the harbor.

The dragon squire's throat suppressed something indescribable, like a dark cloud slowly floating in the air before a storm, his voice trembled, pain filled all the space through the carrier of sound, humans have objects to share the pain of loneliness, the dragons who returned after thousands of years had almost nothing, and the only ones seemed to be deprived of them.

He spoke in a low voice in dragon script, and the words descended on Chen Mo's body through his eardrums, about to crush the small body of the human being.

Hoarse and obscure, harsh and clear.

The two distinct tones represent the non-existent third person and Chen Mo's hearing, respectively.

"I curse you, human, and I curse you with my soul and my life for your complete death."

The black air currents in the interface of the spiritual vision twisted towards Chen Mo, crashing into the invisible wall, cursing like a maggot and a jackal roaming around the periphery of the spherical domain wall, looking for a weak spot to get its mouth into.

Chen Mo just looked at him coldly and laughed in return: "Your king died thousands of years ago, idiot, I just stepped on his tomb a few more times, and you should curse the black emperor with your life, so that at least you won't think you are a coward." ”

The light of the precepts is gradually disappearing, the duration of the words and spirits of this talisman is really short and pitiful, the moment it completely suppresses the soul of the dragon servant, it has already squeezed this poor living soul clean, but it is still tenaciously maintaining the realm, this is the mission entrusted to him by the rune.

The moment the living spirit reached the end of its lifespan, the dragon servant's sharp claws would stab Chen Mo's throat without hesitation.

After hearing Chen Mo's ridicule, the dragon attendant's eyes, which only had a faint pupil, lowered their eyes, and when they were raised again, they looked like torches in the night.

"I shouldn't have risked bringing you here." The tremor in his voice calmed down a little, but the dragon-like body surged extremely strangely, and the blood-drenched bone wings tore the skin on his back, stretching out from the sides of the vertebrae like devil's wings.

The dragon servant originally only occupied the body of the half-blood, but under the guidance of the human body dragon heart, he climbed up the long steps of ascending to the god and began to climb to the top of the pure-blood dragon clan, in Chen Mo's eyes, the flesh in front of him was not much different from the dragon-shaped Deadpool, but the scales, bone spurs and stretched wings were more hideous and violent than Deadpool's hideous, like a carefully arranged product.

"I shouldn't be so conceited, I can be the king's food, I have the highest vigilance against you." The dragon servant whispered his inner remorse, but Chen Mo did not continue to chat with him, it was not 'him' who liked to chat emptyly, the silver light of the blade flashed in his hand like a ghost, and he stabbed into the heart of the dragon servant.

"I prefer to talk when I'm hands-on, and I'm more productive." He raised his face and smiled, and he still took out a second blade in his hand, a scalpel like a willow leaf, which seemed to be able to easily slice through the dragon's belly full of dragon scales.

It's a pity that the bloody wound didn't appear on the dragon squire.

The "blade" on the dragon servant's arm cut through Chen Mo's skin, as smoothly as a hob cutting butter.

Chen Mo retreated quickly.

"Sss He pressed the cold blade against the scar on his chest, as if to stimulate his senses through pain: "I thought I could stop it." He grinned, "The duration of the precepts is not what I thought. ”

The dragon attendant stared thoughtfully at his blood-stained claws, he didn't take advantage of the situation to leave a few fatal wounds on Chen Mo's body after he succeeded.

Or can't he do it?

He pulled out the sharp blade that pierced straight into his heart, the flesh in his chest squirmed, and the dragon's blood that should have been sprayed was blocked in time, and his eyes moved from the palm of his hand to the distant point of light.

In the darkness, another pair of golden pupils lit up, the round pupils closed into slits like the eyes of a cat meeting a strong light, and the light in the vertical pupils was as brilliant as a summer flower.

The willow-like blade swirled lightly in his hand, and Chen Mo exhaled lightly, and a huge amount of oxygen in the air gathered towards the center of the storm, as if in the blink of an eye, there was another monster in this strange temple, a monster with scales and bone spurs.

A trace of surprise rose in the dragon servant's heart filled with anger, that human had the blood of his own race in his hands, and the power and spirit in the blood could help the half-breed to dragonize, although the result would be to fall into the abyss, but the blood of that noble ancient dragon did not flow into Chen Mo's veins again, and the active dragon blood came from his own body.

If Ange was here, he would know what was going on with Chen Mo.

The ancient bloodline refining technique --- violent blood.

What has long been eliminated by many dragon blood families, it is also one of the breakthrough projects of the academy, it is not stable enough, every refinement is just to push the hybrid to that red line one step, its use and effect are quaint and full of idealism, the threshold for understanding and mastering is not low, the result is often to leave the corpses of Deadpool and dragons to eat each other, and humans have long been erased.

But this old-fashioned technology is also the fangs that humans have relied on to fight dragons in history, burning the soul as a human as fuel, leaving only the part of the dragon to fight with the dragon, ironic and sad.

The present is always a repetition of the past.

If the technique of violent blood also has a measure, Chen Mo has already carried out the third or even fourth degree of violent blood.

"Your dragon's blood should have overwhelmed reason." The dragon squire calmly tentatively said, "The one who fights me should be a beast with no intelligence. There was only brutal murderous intent left in his eyes, and there was no sense of consciousness.

The beast will not respond.

After the bone wings fanned, the dragon attendant with a series of sonic booms and the monster with hind limbs on the ground disappeared at the same time, and only the afterimage was left in the huge space in the high-speed movement, and the dragon attendant raised the danger of dragonization Chen Mo by a level, in his opinion, with the dignity of the dragon blood in Chen Mo's body, even if the bloodline was completely purified, it would not cause much threat.

But there was something else in this human body that was mobilized along with the original dragon blood.

A deafening roar sounded in the hall made of dragon bones from time to time, the two monsters collided with the ground, and then collided in the air, the hard dragon bones had traces of fragmentation in the mutual cancellation of terrifying kinetic energy, in a short to extreme time, the silver light in Chen Mo's hands and the black claws in the hands of the dragon attendant tested each other's edges, and the claws with similar texture to the dragon bones were still not as good as the sharp blades carefully tempered by alchemy, and the terrible wounds on the dragon servant's body appeared from time to time, but the flesh and blood wriggled in the wounds did not even flow much blood.

"I used to laugh at your lowliness and weakness." The dragon attendant sighed, "I didn't expect you to have such a level of violence hidden in your body. ”

He still didn't reply, and the monster on the other side let out a warning roar.

The dragon squire forcibly induced the evolved physical fitness above that monster, thanks to the extremely excellent bloodline of the head of the Laurent family, but the dragon squire is at a disadvantage in terms of weapons, he is an orthodox dragon alchemist and not an extraordinarily existing existence that can be refined at any time with authority like the king of bronze and fire, he can only rely on his own minions, and the blade on the monster's body is close to the flesh and blood in the process of dragon transformation for use at any time, and every weapon is damaged in the high-speed impact, The next time they met on a narrow road, he was greeted with a new and sharp knife.

He now has two ways to win, either pray that his body will not be slashed into flesh by the knife before the monster's blood is burned out, or forcibly exchange his life with a superior physical fitness and an irrational monster.

Tight bone wings spread out from behind him, and the result of the next impact would only be dragon scales scattered, flesh chopped, and bones shattered.

The dragon attendant gambled that his spirit-catalyzed body could withstand the monster's ferocious slash.