"What do you mean to take it back? I'm willing to accept all the pain, as long as he doesn't get affected. Dearlando could tell that the voice was the same unhurried magical voice in the passage before, and he couldn't hear men and women. At this moment, the voice sounded in my ears, but I still couldn't see the person who spoke.

"No, take it back, he will no longer exist, he is originally part of your emotional and spiritual body, you can't separate him and recycle him. The voice spoke slowly, without emotion.

Diarrando glanced at his young self, shivering in the jar, and then at Rises, who had to suspend the peeling procedure to avoid adding to Dino's pain. He immediately said, "I'm willing to recycle them all." ”

"Okay, respect your choice. After saying that, Dino's body suddenly emitted a bright light, and then contracted into a small ball of light that directly penetrated the two layers of transparent shields and hit Deirlando's chest.

The ball of light poured into Deirlando's body with a burning pain, and the hazy emotional connection with Riceth's previous hazy emotions suddenly turned into clear and intense emotions. The feeling of tearing his skin immediately overwhelmed him, making him unable to breathe for a while, and he felt that even his heartbeat was completely forbidden.

Everywhere the eye looked, all the muscles bulged with exertion, and where his hands and feet were tied, he was almost stretched a finger's width apart from the vigorous struggle. The head slammed back with a thud against the back of the chair with a dull thud. However, the pain and dizziness were nothing compared to the sudden arrival of the young dragon.

"Rises, go on!" Diarlando breathed a sigh of relief. When he was able to speak, he immediately shouted. The teeth in his mouth were shattered by the exertion, and the gums were bleeding, and in the smell of blood, he tried to adjust his breathing to the sharp pain as quickly as possible.

Ryeth glanced at him, then began to rub violently against the ice, not rubbing off a piece of scaly skin that would cause a new round of pain on Dearlandor. Halfway through this brutal molting, the young dragon's movements slowed down significantly. The huge pain and the dragon flame that had been sprayed with all his might before made Reseth's physical strength drop too much and too quickly.

It was the same voice that rang in Deirlando's ears again: "Will you use a contractor to alleviate the pain? You can choose which one to sacrifice, and I'll give you a minute to think about it." ”

"No, I'm not going to sacrifice anyone. If Ryses can't hold on. Just use me first, I'm also a contractor. The sound that came out between the teeth was a slight gasp, but the meaning was extremely firm.

Rises glanced in Dearlando's direction, not knowing what he was saying. But it again speeds up the molting. Obviously, there is no unified plan for alleviating the suffering given by those who preside over the trial.

In almost endless agony. Reses finally scraped off all the scales from his body. The originally extremely beautiful dragon body became terrifying and miserable, and the torn flesh hung on the body like a rotten piece of cloth, leaking a miserable white color. Bleak.

When it had done it all, Diarrando breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that this damn trial was finally over. Sure enough, the water level of the field began to drop rapidly, and the ice also sank with the current, and there was a platform more than thirty feet square in the center of the field, so that the scarred Ryses could barely perch on it.

The young dragon's two heads were drooping, huddled together limply, and its four eyes stared at Diarlandor. "Come on, it's over, it's going to be over soon!" Diarlando tried to smile and encourage it, but the burning pain made his smile extremely ugly.

The faces of the other people in the jar were terribly bad, and Deerlando didn't know how much they knew about the challenge. But Luna, Zoya, Achille, and Loveland all closed their eyes and knelt on the ground praying, seemingly cheering for Rises.

The Dreadhorn King hid in the farthest corner, hugging himself tightly with his remaining arms, Dan and Cantu were relatively calm, and the elf even took out a small notebook he had with him and drew something on it, he was really a dedicated artist.

The break at halftime was short, when all the water and ice had receded. Reseth's black head tilted back and began to spit out acid, and a large amount of acid began to emerge from the same underground space that had just been filled with water. The ambiguous green glowing liquid, bubbling with bone-like bubbles, distorted vision on the surface of the liquid, and it was clear that the volatiles of the acid had covered the entire space.

"Why is there acid? Why does Ryses have to breathe fire on himself and spit acid himself? Can anyone tell me what the hell this test is!" Diarlando saw as the acid lake rose higher and higher, and soon it was going to be over the platform where Rises lived. Now the young dragon without the protection of scales is much more fragile, and if it encounters such a strong acid, it will not corrode the muscles.

"It's a ritual that must be passed through to grow, and every dragon is no exception. They have to peel off their flesh, beat their bones, and re-examine and cleanse their hearts before they can elevate their flesh to the next stage. This is how the dragon grows, and of course, it can choose mentally strong individuals as contractors and use them to share the pain of growth. ”

"Can I take it a little more?" said Deirlando, expectantly, "I think I can put up with it a little more." ”

"You're only sharing about five percent of your strength right now, and although according to our observations, there's still a lot of room for improvement in your endurance, but Ryses doesn't agree to transfer your feelings to you anymore. The voice spoke businessmanlikely, but there seemed to be a hint of guidance in it.

"What if I insist on it, I ask for fifty percent!" Dearlandor shouted at once. "I'm not afraid of pain!"

"Ryses is one of the very few baby dragons that was not born in our native land, and it has been in a state of malnutrition, much weaker than the other baby dragons. As its symbiote, we can skip its will to satisfy your desires if you so strongly ask for it. But we don't recommend that you go straight to fifty percent. When the human spirit is traumatized or painful, there will be self-protection mechanisms and you will lose consciousness, but our challenge requires the challenger to remain awake at all times. ”

"So what should I do?" Deirlando felt guilty when he heard that the young dragon had been malnourished, and although he had tried his best to feed Rises, he still hadn't been able to give it a good physical foundation. For now, as long as he can share a little more, he can do anything.

"We're going to gradually transfer its pain to you, about five percent at a time. When you're used to it, add it up so that you can take in all your senses and emotions in a waking state. ”

"Okay, no problem! Come on!" Diarlando took a deep breath and clenched his fists, ready for a new round of shock.

The acid finally didn't cross the table, and Ryses staggered two steps, glanced in the direction of Deerlando, and then resolutely jumped in, soaking his whole body in the churning acid.

When that feeling came, Deirlandor didn't realize it was pain. It's like the body suddenly submerging in an extremely cold water, and the numbness comes to the face. Then, as if someone had cut a blood vessel and poured sulfuric acid into it, it felt like it was burning inside and out.

This kind of mental pain and hurt is manifested in the physical body because of the special nature of his own physique. The skin and muscles of his body began to wither, blacken, and carbonize like Riseth churning in acid, eventually turning into crumbs and spilling on the ground in the struggle of distance.

The call sign could no longer express his pain, he just subconsciously hit his head against the back of the chair behind him, and with every breath he could feel his internal organs decaying and carbonizing, as if he could see the lobes of his lungs and heart collapsing with every beat.

Every time Riseth exposed the acid pool, the muscles on his body would lose a large chunk, and gradually everyone would see that it was no longer a complete dragon, but a pale skeleton. The living internal organs are protected by a thin film, through which the wriggling organs can be seen. (To be continued......)

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