The red verrulobus was sticky and hot, and Dearlando felt like he was wrapped in a beef pie stuffing roasting in the oven. He used the dragon's vision to search for the core of the beast, and soon found the area with the highest energy.

Throbbing veins, tough muscles, and massive bones couldn't stop Dearlandor from moving forward, and by the time he reached the core, Dearlando was sure that Riceth had taken control of the monster twice its size, as the half-dead monster no longer felt like it was falling. The walnut-like hanging in a cavity and submerged in a dark red light seemed to be the heart of the red wartosaurus.

Dearlando estimated the distance and found it a bit difficult to jump through the cavity directly, so he simply grabbed the surrounding mucosal blood vessels and climbed to the core, which was about thirty feet high. When the distance was only a dozen feet, he let go of his hand and jumped towards the still trembling piece of meat. The thing was covered with a smooth mucous membrane that made it almost impossible to stand, and Zuihou had to stick to it with a sheathed dagger to immobilize himself.

Fayer said that he wanted to put the blood seed in the core, and he didn't know if it was the core, or if it was to be placed in the center? Diarlando pulled himself up to the top of this heart, where there was a small flat spot, and several thick blood vessels were connected to it, and it was still pulsating slightly.

Diarlando pulled out the black seed pinned to his waist and tentatively shoved it into the gap he had just pierced with the dagger. Nothing happened, only the slow sound of his heart beating and the lingering fishy smell that surrounded him in the darkness. In desperation, Diarlando had to cut a blood vessel that was wider than his shoulder, and a large amount of blood gushed out, cascading down the mucous membranes outside his heart and onto the other internal organs under his feet.

"If I don't succeed, I can't help it. Diarrando muttered, tossing the blood seed from the hose that no longer spewed blood. For a moment there was silence around them, and the heavy thing struck something hard like a coin thrown into a pool, making a crisp crashing sound, and then a bright crimson light burst out of the heart.

As soon as he saw that it worked, Diarlando quickly climbed up those blood vessels, and as soon as he touched the outer wall of the body cavity, he directly cut through those muscles and squeezed them out. The whirlpool that Fayl had spoken of was created, and all the blood in the light first bubbled up and floated, and then all gathered around the walnut-shaped heart just now. Blood wrapped around the rapid flow of the heart, and now it looked like a swirling balloon of water.

In the process of trying to break out, Dearrando clearly felt that all the liquid inside the monster was gathering towards that center, and the further it went, the drier the muscles became, and the suction seemed to not even let go of himself. However, with brute strength, Dearlando quickly passed through the abdomen of the red warty dragon, opened an opening under its belly, and drilled out.

The spiky and exquisite tower of the Spring Palace was beneath him, and as soon as he breathed in the fresh air, Diarrando immediately transmitted himself back to Rieseth. Resis grabbed the corpse of the red wart dragon and suspended it above the Qingquan Palace, and when he saw Diarrando come out, he happily flicked his tail, and turned his head to let Diarrando kiss him.

After hugging Reeth, Diarlando circled Fayir. The mage stood there sweating profusely, stiff as a pillar, and several swirls of magic visible to the naked eye connected to his body from several wounds on the red wart dragon's body. However, the mage's face was bruised, his face was purple, and his mouth made a thirsty sound, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was going to die.

Fayer's eyes met Diarlando, and he immediately showed a little begging look, but at this moment he seemed to be unable to speak. Diarrando sighed and said, "You really can't handle it." Then he put his hand on the mage's staff to see if he could pull it out and end the spell early.

As a result, the moment he touched the bronze bone staff, the small whirlpools that had been winding around Fayl suddenly turned to him, and huge liliang swarmed, and there was a feeling of suddenly falling into the sea and accidentally taking a few sips of salty and astringent seawater.

Fayle immediately opened his mouth to recite a large number of incantations at a completely inaudible high speed because of the reduced pressure, and the swirls of magic that were swirling around them finally obediently lined up, turning into smoke-like purple-red points of light and merging into the mage's body.

As this change accelerated, Rysaith let out a curious purr. Seeing that Fayer was no longer a problem, Diarlando simply let go of his hand and walked to the side to see what was happening below, which Risaith found interesting.

The huge body of the hanging red colobus dragon seemed to have turned into a red lantern, glowing from the inside out, constantly collapsing and contracting, and rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lines of fire that were brighter than crimson swept through its body like water waves, intersecting to form more complex patterns and spreading in different directions.

Reeth tried to let go of his claws, and instead of falling, the wreckage hovered and floated into the sky, like a ball of paper, burning to Zuihou, the remnants of ash dancing with the air current. The huge body of the red wart dragon disappeared little by little in front of his eyes, and all that was left was a string of fire-like points of light that continued to float into the sky. Resis looked up at the points of light and let out a long, low groan, as if interested.

Fayer's magical vortex enveloped the points of light, preventing them from drifting further into the sky, looking like they were going to swallow them together.

Diarrando suddenly spoke: "Let them go!"

The mage glared back at Deirlandor, clearly dissatisfied with the order.

"These are human souls, and they must be the sacrifices you are talking about. Let them go, give them freedom. ”

"These people are already dead, if you let their souls fly away, it will be a useless waste at all! Anyway, it's all liliang, what's wrong with letting me grab it!" Fayl retorted excitedly, he took so much effort, almost risking his life, to complete the blood-devouring spell with the help of Reseth's liliang, this spell can convert all the energy of the target into his own mana, and the mana obtained by this method and the increased mana level are permanent.

Now that Dearlando is asking for the release of the most essential part of this red wart dragon, how can Fayer be willing to give up.

Dearlando didn't talk much nonsense, snatched the mage's bronze bone staff, and swung at the swirls of magic that swirled around him, scattering them all. Without the pull of these whirlpools, those glowing souls quickly jumped into the sky like birds that had broken free, flashing on the blue velvety sky, and Zuihou disappeared into the endless night sky.

"You!" Fayle jumped to his feet angrily, this was different from his original Jihua, he had known that this guy with a full head of chivalry was not the same as himself, but when it came to the food in his mouth, he didn't give it to himself, and he didn't even give it to Resace. You must know that the pure human soul is definitely a delicacy that dragons like, especially this kind of human who has been sacrificed "already" to die, and there is no worries about eating it at all.

"Hypocrisy!" Fayl scolded loudly as he looked at Dirrando's smiling face as he looked up at the sky. Deirlando gave him a disapproving look, then casually tossed Fayer's bronze staff back.

Riseth suddenly landed on the island, dropping Deirlandor and Fayer on a balcony in the main building of the Palace of Clear Springs, and then swooped back to the size of his finger and flew back into Dearlandor's palm. It seems that the part of the red wartosaurus that has just been eaten has been almost digested, and it is difficult to maintain its huge size.

Deirrando begged Haode to massage Reeth's body, and then said to Fayer, "Let's go, I won't be able to eat dinner if I don't go back!" The mage looked lonely at the clear summer night sky, mourning the loss of hundreds of human souls, and deliberately ignored Deirlandor's request.

"Hey, be a man with a conscience, you have eaten up so much energy today, be content. Hurry up, I'm hungry, and if I don't go back, I'll let Resis bite you!" Resis opened his mouth at Fayle and purred like a cat.

Fayer stared at the two guys in front of him with a calm face, he couldn't understand more and more that the man and the dragon in front of him had such a huge ability, but he was willing to eat chaff. It doesn't matter if Diarlando is a person, after all, there are a lot of morals, obligations, and other things that bind him. Even a ferocious dragon whose nature should be careless can give up the food in his mouth so simply, how great is the influence of Diarlando on this young dragon?

With such doubts in mind, Fayle reluctantly teleported the two back to the carriage parked in Garin. The benefits of the increase in mana are very obvious, the disturbance of the surrounding environment caused by the lack of liliang has been greatly suppressed, and this time there is almost no sound in the short-distance teleportation, and there is no smoke.

The two men lifted the curtain of the carriage and jumped out, and the people around them gathered in the square, kneeling to follow Priest Miller in chanting a mantra to exorcise evil spirits. It is estimated that all the villages around Azume have seen this battle, and it is not known what kind of legend will flow to all parts of the country tomorrow.

Diarlando casually drew a piece of cart board, wrote a few words on it with a piece of charcoal, and then shook it at Priest Miller, but the old and dizzy priest couldn't see it clearly. He stretched out his hand to Deirlando, and explained with an expression that he couldn't see it.

Giving up, he rolled his eyes, and Dearlando turned his sign to Fayle. "Here, press this to set off a magic firework in the sky!"

Once again, the dragon of justice has defeated the dragon of evil. "......" Fayer narrowed his eyes, and bowed to the hopeless propaganda "talent" of this guy in front of him. But whatever, anyway, this is Dillando's public opinion war, and he doesn't have to bother, so he recited a fire chain technique, and used a small flame to construct all the letters of Dillando's sentence, and then pinched it into a ball, Zuihou raised his hand and threw it into the air.

The small fireball flew silently to a height of nearly 100 feet, and then slammed like a firework, forming a huge subtitle of dozens of feet in the sky. Even the presbyopiac Priest Miller could see it clearly.

The old priest, who was originally a personal spirit, immediately understood, pointed to the golden words that flickered in the sky and shouted: "Look! On this festival of light, the evil dragon has once again been defeated by our guardians, thank you Goddess Mona!

I've been feeling a little depressed lately...... But I think I'm going to stick with it, and I really hope to get a little encouragement, even if it's just a message, to let me know that there are still people who like the story. Alas......****