Ten meters away.

At the moment when the muzzle of the female mechanical warlock floated into the circle, the strong intuition belonging to the true dragon made Saga feel like a crisis.

So, the young dragon folded its claws and stopped in front of it.

Almost as soon as Saga raised his dragon claws, a magic bullet hit the back of the dragon's claws covered with fine dragon scales.

Click.......... The dragon scales shattered, and the magic bullet tore through Sagar's skin, stuck in the muscles.

A blasting magic bullet that can shatter rock and blast steel, but it only opens a harmless blood pit in the opponent's claws................ The female mechanical warlock who saw this scene was already looking desperate.

Even if the exploding magic bullet hits the opponent's head, it is estimated that it will only leave a certain amount of injury, and it will not even be able to do serious injuries, unless it can hit the eye or something.

"It's just a young dragon, but its defense is incredible............ Is this the ultimate magical creature? ”

"Just a young dragon, the strength of the scale armor has surpassed steel, and it can deal with our entire extraordinary team alone, even if we are relatively mediocre and not advanced."

"Dragon.......... This is the dragon, why do such terrible creatures exist? Even the most ordinary dragon needs the extraordinary human ability of the best elite to fight against ............ If you are a talented dragon, how should you face .........?"

The figure of the golden dragon was reflected in her pupils, and the female mechanical warlock couldn't stop sinking in her heart, as if she had fallen into the bottomless abyss, and felt suffocated.

This is the first time she has faced a real dragon, and at the same time, she has deeply felt the gap between humans and dragons.

If you want to compare humans with dragons, according to a mechanical card game that is prevalent in the Empire of Warcraft, the cost of redeeming cards represents the personality, represents the upper limit of talent, and the star rating of the card represents the current level of strength.

Then, the dragon god counts as a ten-fee card, and the most ordinary dragon is also a five-fee card, but the elite soldiers who have undergone a series of rigorous training can barely reach the threshold of a one-fee card.

If man and dragon are both one star, at the same level of life.

Then, as a dragon with a five-fee card, it can always crush a person with a one-fee card, unless there are many people, or the one-fee card has reached two stars and three stars, more than the star of the five-fee card, or there is some extremely strong equipment to protect the body, it is possible to compete with the dragon.

And Zachar is no ordinary dragon.

Now, the entire team of adventurers to which the female mechanical warlock belongs is about to come to an end, and the culprit is only a young dragon, whose age is compared to that of humans, like babbling babies in swaddling clothes.

The female mechanical warlock's magic power was almost exhausted, and it was difficult to sustain it, and the cannon-like weapon was divided into two enchanted revolvers, and her physical strength had also been greatly drained, and her legs were now dull and slow.

The other side.

The obvious pain was transmitted, and the golden dragon's claws were stained with blood, but the body did not pause in the slightest.

Dragons are pain-sensitive, but not sensitive, especially when they are excited.

Therefore, in battle, they are often able to fight without fear of pain and are very brave.

10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters, 7 meters................. The female mechanic, who had exhausted her means, looked at the galloping dragon, panicked, and hurriedly tried to distance herself.

But in the next second, it seemed as if an invisible big hand instantly grabbed the body of the female mechanical warlock, making her face flushed, and her body seemed to be stuck in a mire, as if it was covered with glue, and she struggled to walk.

"Your dance of gunfire has pleased me."

"For this I grant you death."

The young dragon already had a faint majesty in the golden dragon pupils, reflecting the face of a female mechanical warlock.

Laugh at! Blood-stained dragon claws clasped the mechanical warlock's head, enveloping it entirely.

“...........”

The mechanical warlock was grabbed by Zachar's head and carried into the air, suffocating and frantically struggling.

Saga squeezed hard.

Collapse!

It's like a watermelon that has been burst.

The head bursts, and red and white splash to the ground.

A bright flower of blood bloomed on the ground.

The two enchanted revolvers also fell to the ground, and the cold metal structure was stained with the blood of their original owners.

When confronting Zachar.

The mechanic had been praying to the Imperial Spirit, but no miracles had happened.

The so-called Imperial Machine Soul is a treasure that belongs to the Demon Machinery Empire, but what it is, Saga is not very clear, the Dragon Inheritance is not omnipotent, and Thorn Island is actually very far away from the Demon Machinery Empire, and it is quite amazing to be able to meet a mechanical warlock.

"It's a pity, a sturdy beauty."

It was a pity, but the young dragon's actions just now were not a trace of mud and water.

He did not surpass the strength of these people, and in the ever-changing and uncontrollable battle, it was very stupid to show mercy to the enemy and show mercy to his subordinates because of his appearance, gender, race, etc., in the eyes of the true dragon.

At this time, with a steel broadsword, he broke the torso of a tree, and there were several bloody claw marks on his chest, and the warrior in a state of serious injury barely stood up and staggered.

Zaga, who had killed the mechanical warlock with a headshot, landed on the ground, his limbs tensed, and then charged at the warrior with a menacing charge, and a dragon slammed into the air and flew several feet into the air and fell heavily, making a dull sound and splattering a cloud of dust.

Burst!

The organs were shattered extensively, and the warrior who fell to the ground foamed at the mouth of blood and blurred his vision.

The little young dragon approached step by step, the dragon horns above its head began to show grandeur, the curved arc was dangerously cold, the tip was as sharp as a sword, and at the same time, its irregular multi-faceted crystalline dragon scales inlaid layer by layer were like the best diamonds, and like brilliant gems and gold, shining dazzlingly under the light of the fine sunlight, like a dream in the warrior's already blurred vision.

There was a small snow that fell from the sky at some point.

Corpses, snowflakes, blood, dragons............ Together, these factors create a brutal and beautiful picture.

"You, you, what kind of dragon are you?"

A staccato sound came from the warrior's mouth.

Sagar knows dragon language and is born to understand and speak lingua franca.

In the face of a dying warrior who fought with himself without retreating, Sachar replied compassionately.

"I am ............"

He wanted to reply that he was a red dragon.

But after thinking about it, the other party probably won't believe his words.

After all, the abilities he showed were not at all related to the red dragon, and his appearance and color were completely different.

"Then here's the problem."

"What kind of dragon am I supposed to be?"

As an allomorphic dragon, Saga wondered if he should give himself a new dragon name, because now that he was a red dragon, even he couldn't believe it.

Scratching the horns of the dragon above his head, the young dragon fell into deep thought.

After a short period of thought, Saga felt that since he had already named the strange energy he controlled as Force, he should simply use it as the new dragon name, which was simple and crude.

"Power Dragon."

Under the weak gaze of the mortally wounded and dying warrior, Saga spoke slowly in the lingua franca.

At this time, while receiving the little dragon's answer, the seriously injured warrior also took his last breath.

Call!

A gust of cold wind whistled by, rolling up a few snowflakes stained red with blood, flying in front of the little dragon's eyes, reflected in a pair of golden pupils.

The cold wind hunts, and the howling does not stop.

The little dragon stood silently bathed in the cold wind and fine snow.

At this point, the entire adventurer squad was wiped out.

The power of power is beginning to emerge.

At the same time, the power dragon of the legendary dragon species, which will resound in the infinite space-time multiverse in the future, appeared for the first time on this day.

Unfortunately, no one knows.