This is the final charge.

The dragon squire's claws destroyed Chen Mo's third knife in several impacts, and the blade was completely shattered in countless scars, leaving only the bare hilt, just a small and brand-new blade once again stabbed the dragon squire's psychological defense line from dozens of meters away, he roared in a low voice, his knee joint bent backwards, and the flesh and blood under the dragon scales that were as hard as mountain rocks and shaped like flowing water showed unimaginable power.

The scorching blood qi erupted from the dragon squire and the monster at the same time, like the water vapor evaporated by the reactor's hot metal rod dissipating heat in a huge amount of cooling water, and you could vaguely glimpse the terrifying energy released when the atoms reacted.

Extreme flesh evolution requires untold amounts of energy, and perhaps these two monsters really have high-energy reactors in their bodies to sustain such exaggerated battles.

In the final roar, there were two small pits left on the ground of the palace, and the splashed pure white keel was the best interpretation of the irascible power, the dragon servant's predetermined goal was easily achieved, and the sharp dragon claws drove straight in, tearing the dragon scales, burrowing into the flesh, and piercing the heart, Chen Molong's heart was an organ that supplied blood and energy, not a scale armor used to block damage, and it was directly pierced.

The monster's gaze didn't look at its own pierced heart, it was indeed a fatal injury, even for the dragon body of the third degree of blood, this is only a physical evolution, not the sublimation of the essence of life, if you are killed, you will die, this is a fact that those rushing blood and hideous scales cannot change.

Blood slowly flowed from the wound and the small gaps around the dragon's arm, the dragon's thick forelimbs were the towering walls of the dam, if the dragon's right limb was pulled out of it, the effect would be equivalent to lowering the valve of the water storage, and under the monster's body was much higher than the blood pressure of ordinary humans, half of his body's blood would spurt out like a torrent, leaving this dragon-like non-human body with his life.

The two monsters were so close that they embraced each other in a life-and-death fight, taking the lives of their enemies in their hugs without the slightest hesitation.

The dragon attendant should laugh heartily, or sneer coldly, and then withdraw his claws while taking away the last bit of Chen Mo's life, quietly waiting for the excess dragon blood to leave his human body, the dragon's characteristics will gradually disappear with the departure of the dragon blood, and then he can freely choose whether to torture a human corpse, or give this scheming inferior creature a pleasure, and then take his spirit to help the White King resist the terrible curse.

But he couldn't laugh.

The inability to laugh here does not mean that the dragon attendant cannot feel happy because of the grim situation. He knew that his bet was right, Chen Mo's weapon only pierced into his abdomen, the stab was not too deep, and it also destroyed many important organs, but it was far from threatening his life, and the feeling of joy had already appeared in the spirit of the dragon servant, but he suddenly couldn't control the body of "Georges Laurent".

Joy could not be transmitted through the interface between spirit and body, and the body of "Georges Laurent" was still alive and breathing, but the glands that expressed "joy" were not secreted, and the muscles of his face did not show a smile.

He couldn't laugh.

Then the dragon attendant saw that an extremely humane smile appeared on Chen Mo's face that was like a beast that could only be angry and only roar and threaten.

Horror suddenly took over the soul of the dragon attendant, replacing the pleasure of fluffy hair.

He tried to retract the arm, but his spirit commanded, and the arm, which was strong enough to be called a forelimb, moved back slightly.

"Impossible." The dragon attendant shouted in horror: "How can you still have sanity, you can't still be sanity, you are human, no, you are a dragon, you are a dragon!" His voice was shocked and awakened from a dream, but it was only the spirit that shouted.

The flesh is just alive, but it doesn't move.

So he changed his method and shouted to Chen Mo through the passage between spirits:

"You're a dragon."

The monster's body did not respond even a little bit, as if it did not exist for the dragon attendant's words, and his skeletal bulging head was close to Georges Laurent's ear, and he said close to his ear:

"My name is Chen Mo, a recent graduate of Kassel, and I'm here to save your half-breed team members."

The dragonized George Laurent's eyelids seemed to tremble slightly.

The corners of Chen Mo's mouth raised, hideous and terrifying: "At the same time, he is Elizabeth Laurent's fiancé." ”

The body of the head of the Laurent family twitched violently, and blood arrows shot out from the wound, and Chen Mo gasped.

Even if the old man is not conscious, he will not give the pig good fruit to eat.

The dragon servant still did not give up in the desperate moment, he was a cold-blooded animal free from hatred and desire control, calm seemed to have been engraved in his soul, from the moment he found that the connection between spirit and flesh was severed, he mobilized all his abilities to reconstruct a new channel, he would be happy, he would be frightened, he would wake up, but he would not let unnecessary emotions affect his actions.

However, the "dragon" in front of him did no less than do at this point, and the shouts of the soul did not distract Chen Mo as the dragon attendant expected, Chen Mo's words greatly stimulated Georges Laurent's originally contracted spirit body, making the idea of the dragon attendant establishing contact again as soon as possible in this situation become a luxury, and the spirit he attached to this human body was slowly weakening.

"Beautifully done." The dragon attendant's voice calmed down, just with the shadow of a rainy day and a cold undertone.

"Pure spirit is deadly to our spirits, and it is not the knife that you stab into this body."

Chen Mo's right palm was spread out, and the carved blade still stayed on his hand, and what pierced into it was the thing on the palm of his left hand.

That necklace.

The golden-red half of the small stone on the necklace was something that alchemy called the extreme.

Philosopher's Stone.

The stone was like a bullet made of a philosopher's stone, and it was shot into the body of the dragon attendant.

"If you do this, this man will surely die, though my spirit will die before him."

Chen Mo pulled out his left hand, the golden and red part of the stone seemed to have been dissolved in the blood, leaving only the pale part, he dropped the necklace, grabbed the right arm of the dragon servant with his right hand, pulled it out suddenly, and blocked the wound with his free left hand, pain and weakness surged up, he stumbled backwards, and finally stood firm, and the blood still flowed out through the hand that was pressed tightly.

"It seems that you will also die, this person does not seem to meet the conditions of the sacrifice, and you don't have the energy to prepare the ritual of stealing power here, the feeling of dry blood will not be good, it is a good option to give yourself a good pleasure." There was no emotion in the dragon waiter's voice, just stating his own judgment.

"Hmm." Chen Mo, who was sitting on the ground, hummed faintly.

"Would you like to tell me what went wrong?"

"Why is the surveillance of your spirit useless, why do you know the curse of that emperor and my dealings with humans in my place, why are you able to maintain your sanity after this level of dragonization."

"It's not that these questions can't be said."

"It's just that before I can answer this kind of question, I have to say something else."

"I'm afraid this cheap old man really can't be saved." Chen Mo smiled self-deprecatingly: "It is also a certain thing that my body will die." ”

"It's just that you don't die."

"Your spirit here is only a part, otherwise, no matter how much you refine your bloodline with a fighting spirit of words, I will not be your opponent."

"Most of the spirit is in the body of the subseed."

The spirit of the dragon servant was silent for a long time, maybe tens of seconds, maybe a few minutes, and Chen Mo had such a response in his mind.

"Yes."