Dearlando touched the boy's head apologetically, looked at Achille worriedly, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Akiri broke out in a cold sweat and looked at the smooth piece of flesh that had been shaved off his waist. Strangely, the wound did not bleed, but left a lot of holes, presumably the marks of those white filaments.

The wound hurt, and Achill gasped and was about to say something, when Fair took a potion and Agati's cane and threw it to him.

"Stop the pain, heal yourself!" Fayle dropped two simple commands, and climbed into his carriage with the separating pump in his hand and began to tinker.

Diarlando took the medicine bottle, opened it and carefully let Achille drink it, but the cane did not dare to touch it because of the lesson last time, and still let Achille hold it himself.

Fayer's painkillers were immediate, and soon Achille did not feel the burning pain in his waist, but instead had a feeling of fluttering, so comfortable that he wanted to sleep immediately.

However, Achille remembered Fayle's command, and raised Agati's cane crookedly, and placed a healing spell on his waist. Because of the trembling of his hand, the green magic light ball hit the ground, and disappeared with a flick.

Diarrando sighed, and had to grab Achille's hand and help him steer him. "Don't fall asleep...... Hey!" Dearlando shouted to wake Achille from his sleep, and the boy tried to concentrate on another healing technique.

This time, the healing magic hit the wound accurately, and the holes in the bright red muscles and yellowish layers of fat were quickly filled with new tissue, but there was no movement after they were filled.

"It didn't work very well, do it again!" Diarrando watched Achille fall back and fall back after casting the magic, drowsy, and had to continue to shake him awake. Achille tried twice more in a daze, but the wound remained in its original state, neither healing nor bleeding.

Zuihou had no choice but to call Fayle over. Fayel, who was immersed in his research in the carriage, got out of the carriage unhappily, came over to take a look at the wound, and said with a sneer: "I haven't heard that the wound caused by the Dragon King's dragon flame spear can be healed by someone other than himself, you can do it yourself." ”

With these words, Fayle returned to his carriage, leaving Diarlandor alone to ponder.

Dearlandor's magic sword is different from the dragon heart sword that was originally passed down from generation to generation by King Turanda, both in appearance and function. The wounds caused by the Dragon Heart Sword, which is condensed by the dragon's magical power, are indeed unhealable, but they will not appear to be bloodless.

Diarlando saw that Achille had fallen into a drug-induced coma again, and this time he did not wake Achille again, but put the boy as comfortable as possible and let him sleep peacefully.

Once settled in Achille, Dearlando sat aside, adjusting his breathing and consciousness to calm himself and imagine the fragments of memory left by the dragon in his mind.

Last time, he used this method to get the Dragon's Blood Ring's crafting scroll, and this time he needed to find a way to heal the people who were injured by the magic sword.

As consciousness settled, the warm glow reflected in front of Dearlando's face faded away, replaced by a deep blue. The sound of the waves gradually sounded in my ears, getting louder and louder.

When Dearlando opened his eyes, he realized that he was submerged in the sea, and immediately subconsciously struggled. Somehow, this time he was not able to find the memory fragment, and instead went directly to the Dragon Realm.

He noticed that the sea was very different from its usual calm and warm appearance, and the violent waves swept his body around, and when he was thrown to the top of the wave once or twice, Diarlando found that it was always sunny and calm, and he was now in a violent storm.

The waves were so strong that it easily stirred Diarrando's head, and the rain in the sky was as if someone had dumped it directly, and the rain curtain made it impossible to see anything a few feet away.

"Starlight Dragon, where are you?" said Dearlando, struggling to swim to the surface of the water, shouting loudly, hoping that his old friend would come out and answer his doubts. However, the only thing that answered him was the sound of a colder and more violent storm.

Another huge wave hit and slammed Dearlando deep into the water. Shijie underwater is much calmer than on the surface, and there is a seemingly nonexistent suction force at the bottom of the water, pulling Deerlando's body down. The further down the water, the calmer and warmer it became, as if it had the same feeling that the Dragon Realm had given to Dearrando in the past.

"Something is wrong...... Can't sink, Achille is still waiting for me. Dearlando struggled to swim towards the surface, but felt like he was being sucked away from the surface by the current.

In the midst of his struggle, Diarlando suddenly remembered the last time he was crushed to the bottom of the sea by the remnant of the starlight dragon, the bubble he had built with his will, which seemed to be able to resist the current situation. So he began to concentrate all his attention, drawing a gourd with his own will to fight against the sea, imagining a protective film forming around his body and gradually expanding it.

The feeling of traction waned as the subtle light spread from the inside of the body to the surrounding water, but Diarlando still couldn't surface the sea. He had no choice but to continue to expand the bubble, and when it grew to the size of a room, it finally began to float on the water.

The higher you go, the more intense the water becomes, and the water violently pushes the fragile bubbles, beating them crookedly, barely maintaining a round shape. Diarlando hugged his head, gritting his teeth against the impact that seemed to be smashed directly into his head.

With a bang, the bubbles suddenly broke through the barrier of the sea water and flew into the air. Because of the sudden decrease in pressure, the size of the bubble suddenly increased several times, and the height was several times as high as that of a dillando.

The bubbles were still rising, and the frantic rainstorm crashed on the fragile walls of the bubbles, making a crisp knocking sound, leaving ripples and forming an endless curtain of water to surround the bubbles, and only from under the feet could you barely see a clear picture.

The waves are tumbling, and the deep blue water surface is cut into various pieces by the white spray. As far as the eye can see, the white figure of the dragon cannot be found anywhere. Deirlandor could only reluctantly continue to let the bubbles float upwards to see if he could see the scroll sky he had seen last time.

However, when it rises to a certain height, the bubble stops moving, hovering there, blown around by the wind, but it just doesn't rise anymore. Diarlando pondered for a long time, and Zuihou chose to continue to expand the range of bubbles. If it's effective underwater, it should also be effective in the air, right?

As the will expanded, a sharp pain churned in the mind, like a hot knife churning in the brain. Diarrando felt his nose heat and reached out to touch it, staining it with a few drops of bright red blood.

However, seeing his red blood, Dearrando was happy, the last time he used the magic sword to cut his finger to obtain the raw materials of the dragon blood ring, what flowed out was a silver-white liquid, and the red blood proved that he was still a human here.

When the diameter of the bubble was so large that Deirlandor himself couldn't see the top border clearly, a crisp cracking sound resounded throughout the space. The torrential rain, the gray sky, and the vast and hideous sea all shattered like broken crystal balls.

The golden sunlight shone in through the broken rift, instantly dispelling the coldness and gloom of the entire shijie.

The low and majestic voice of the starlight dragon rumbled all around, and Dearrando put down the hand he had just raised to block the dazzling sunlight, looked around, and realized that this was the dragon realm that he was used to.

His huge bubble was resting on a small island of white sand, scattered all around by huge arc-shaped fragments of cracked pieces. Diarlando took two steps carefully, leaving clear footprints on the soft white sand beneath his feet, which looked like they were on the ground.

"My old friend~ can you explain to me what is going on?" Dearlando asked, looking disapprovingly at the dragon sticking its head out of the sea not far ahead.

(Huhuhu~~~Congratulations~ You have just successfully hatched.) The dragon's laughter caused the waves and the air to vibrate, and the breath blew on the surface of the bubbles, causing ripples and layers of ripples, making Diarrando feel like someone had been suddenly blowing in his ear and tickling his back.

"Wow, what's going on?" Diarlando covered his ears and jumped out of the way a bit, looking behind him, only to see that there was no one at all!

(Your consciousness has been sleeping inside the egg, it used to be my projection into your egg, and today you finally broke the eggshell with your own liliang before the deadline of zuihou.) This land under your feet is a symbol of your spiritual shijie, and this sky and this ocean are a symbol of my will. ）

The dragon was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, and instead of speaking in his usual crepe style, he chose to introduce Dierlando in a very colloquial way.

"What hatching?egg?my land?" Diarrando was stunned by the barrage of questions thrown by the dragon, and he thought for a moment what he was here for, and raised his hand to stop the dragon from continuing his introduction.

"Hey, I've come here to find you urgently, can you tell me later?How can I heal the wounds caused by the magic sword?I'm going to save people, Achille the Contractor—I think you should know. ”

(Anxious old friend~ Please listen to me slowly, I will give you what you want later.) If you understand where you are now, you will understand how important what I am telling you is. Instead of being annoyed by the interruption of his words, the dragon patiently explained, like an ignorant toddler.