Chapter 36: I feel bad. Why is today my second day at work? ...

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There is a subject called dragon taming, which has been popular for a long time and has many people studying it.

Everyone who studies dragon taming dreams of one day being able to tame a dragon and become a glorious dragon knight or dragon wizard.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Generally speaking, there is only a one in ten thousand chance that these people will encounter a dragon. Among those who encounter a dragon, there is another one in ten thousand chance that they will be favored by the dragon.

Throwing aside all kinds of unsuitable or untalented people, in the end only a few can successfully conclude contracts and realize their dreams.

And in this 3,699-page book, there is one line that is deliberately marked in red.

[Never provoke a dragon head-on]

No matter what kind of dragon it is, it will go crazy when it is provoked head-on. I squinted my eyes and looked at the place where the arrow was shot. The ground was shaking and the grass and trees were broken.

A huge two-headed ogre slowly walked out, with a tiny goblin only half a person's height sitting on its shoulders.

The soybean-sized eyes rolled around, revealing a vulgar temperament.

The crossbow in its hand was shining, and it was obviously made of fine wood. Unfortunately, the owner didn't know how to take care of it, so it was messed up.

Neil was a little surprised: "A goblin who can use weapons?"

"This is a bugbear."

This creature often appears with the two-headed ogre. They are a kind of mutated goblin that has received the blessing of the beast god. They are brutal, bloodthirsty, and fond of fighting.

It is said that among the bugbears, grilled human brains are a delicacy.

There is no doubt that this is a red monster.

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No wonder the Beast God was revived here, it seems there is a large goblin camp nearby.

From ancient times to the present, these dwarves have been loyal vassals of the Beast God, and are committed to reviving the Beast God in various ways.

The dragon snorted and disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared on the shoulder of the two-headed ogre, stretched out his hand to grab the goblin's neck, and strangled it with his five fingers.

Not until he finished this series of actions did the two-headed ogre react, roaring and reaching out to grab him.

Neil kicked it on the head, and its body swelled up to its original shape, and its heavy body directly crushed the opponent's neck.

The two-headed ogre wanted to resist, but the dragon bit off its other head and threw it aside with a "pah pah pah".

The blood dyed the scales red and then dripped down the fangs, making it look extremely ferocious.

I couldn't help but ask: "Can't you clean it up a little bit?"

Long rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Then come on, I was just saying that this blood stinks and I don't want to eat it."

"Where's your magic?"

"I am just a baby dragon. Do you know what a baby dragon means? It would be a bit unreasonable to ask me to use magic."

"Alright, alright."

I reached out and held his head, listening to the noise inside. Broken branches were scattered all over the ground, and there was no wind at all.

Silence, deathly silence enveloped the entire forest.

It is an irresistible behemoth that invades every crevice until it blocks everyone's ears.

I whispered, "Something's wrong. Goblins are creatures that love to make noise, but there are no signs of activity nearby. Something must have happened in there."

Neil tilted his eyes, and his violet eyes changed layer by layer, emitting a beautiful glow.

"Why not go in and take a look?"

I thought, "I remember that the Glorious Dragon signed a contract with the Lord of Glorious Power, which allows it to increase its strength by absorbing a large amount of Glorious Power. You should be able to do the same."

"If you're not afraid of me sucking you dry."

"Don't underestimate me. After all, I am the Holy Son appointed by the Lord of Light."

"Okay, then, Lord Saint, please move your feet. We are about to go in."

Neil remained in dragon form, chatting with me as he walked cautiously inside.

As I walked, I was hit by a strong smell of blood. The trees around me turned dark brown, with narrow leaves and a faint red color. I looked down at the ground, and the dark brown soil was extremely fertile.

When you step on the ground with your shoe heel and then lift it up, a lot of liquid comes out, and the fermented, fishy, ​​rusty smell is nauseating.

I am very sure.

This is blood.

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Ta-da, ta-da.

Neil and I walked into the forest one after the other. The sticky swamp-like ground swallowed up our voices and left deep footprints. Outside, there was a flood of beasts, but inside, it was unusually quiet.

How many creatures must be killed to make the land look like this?

The lush forest came to an abrupt end midway, replaced by an open space. There stood a large number of dilapidated and dirty wooden sheds, and the overused hay gave off a strong stench. Combined with the smell of blood, it irritated the stomach.

Neil's expression was solemn. Using the dragon's keen sense of smell here was simply a nightmare. In front of him was a goblin's tomb, or what could be called a terrifying altar.

All the goblins knelt on the ground, their limbs pressed to the ground. The place where the head should have been was gone, leaving only the bloody cross-section.

This scene was horrifying and eerie. I lowered my eyes. This was a blood sacrifice.

Devout believers voluntarily burn their flesh, blood and souls to enhance the power of the gods.

This can promote the rapid growth of gods, but it will also bring strong side effects. Evil god believers like to use this trick the most, so the gods they worship are mostly chaotic and disorderly.

The new beast god is simply courting his own destruction. I sneered. The towering altar at the end of my sight was completely different from the dilapidated village. The blood had dyed the stone brown-red. It showed a sense of antiquity. The statue at the highest point was carved from a whole piece of stone, which was a little mottled after being worn out by time.

It was unknown how long these goblins had been secretly offering sacrifices here, so much so that even the stone statues were tainted with evil spirits.

The Knight Commander was hung in front of the statue of the Beast God, his head bowed, his life or death unknown. The wound that had healed with great difficulty before was torn again, revealing the flesh and blood that had not yet fully recovered under the skin. It was like a baby's mouth, spitting out blood.

The blood merged into the altar, giving off a moist luster.

I almost pity this guy. He just escaped from the hands of the Dark Followers and was captured by the Beast God as a blood bag. Should he go back to worship the Lord of Light and see how he offended the God to have such bad luck?

My eyes fell on the side beside him. The Beast God stood on the altar and raised his lips to me, his scarlet pupils almost dripping with blood.

He slowly uttered two words: "Kingdom of God."

In an instant, with the statue as the core, an inexplicable force spread in all directions and instantly became a solid cover that wrapped us up and cut off all channels of communication with the outside world.

The kneeling goblin began to tremble. Even though he had no head, he could still hear the fanatical voices.

"I am the god of wild beasts and savagery, and I control all the wild beasts in the world."

"May you remain evergreen and undefeated in this world forever."

"We are willing to sacrifice our blood and flesh just to ask you to give us your glory."

"May everything in the world be destroyed, and only my Lord will live forever."

Prayers that were both crazy and sacred spread throughout the area, and a faint red mist filled the air.

The headless goblins staggered to their feet, their bodies breaking apart one by one.

Flesh and blood are reorganized and bones are regenerated.

The two put together to form a huge outline. Countless two-headed ogres crawled up from the ground and pulled up the big trees beside them as weapons.

In the hands of God, creating life and death is so easy.

In this world, only gods can create new life.

But as an equal, I really look down upon this practice.

To put it in a cruel way, believers are an important resource for gods. The most special ones can even become like children to them.

But to the newborn beast god, these were just materials, and he didn't even know how to cherish his feathers.

If such an ignorant guy can be called a god, the world is really close to destruction.

It is said that the beast god was born in the arms of a beast, so he has the characteristics of many beasts. The beast god opened his hands, and the image behind him became higher and higher, and finally became a giant standing tall.

"Here, no matter how much you pray for God's favor, it will not be heard. Enjoy this fear!"

The huge figure grabbed us fiercely. Five fingers brought out a storm, tearing the air, and I kicked the dragon: "Jump!"

The dragon's roar was deafening: "I know, but don't kick me in the head!?"

"boom--!!"

The hand was wrapped in soot and closed like a bug, with a little scarlet on the fingertips.

The beast god slowly withdrew his hand. Long Ke flapped his wings vigorously, trying to fly in the air. Half of his thigh was bleeding, and a thick piece of meat was gouged out.

The white bones and tendons were vaguely visible in the wound. Long was staggering in pain. I held his head and infused strength into him.

Only God can defeat God, and only natural disasters can defeat disasters. Humans alone cannot solve this kind of thing, so I must solve it -

Damn it, isn’t this working for the Lord of Light again?

I gritted my teeth and heard Neil growl, "I need more energy. I can't handle this thing the way I am now!"

"I know - don't rush me!"

The power flowing in his body burst out, healing the opponent's wounds. The dragon spun in the air, roaring out the dragon's true name.

His body suddenly stretched out, his wings stretched out from behind, and his long tail swung like a whip. The scales shone with golden light, far better than gems, and his sharp claws could easily tear through steel. I stepped on his mountain-like back, and before the strong wind could blow across my cheeks, it was blocked by the dragon's own magical aura.

I walked forward for a while, and lay on the dragon's head to look down. From its blazing eyes, I could see the arrogance of contempt for everything. Between its breaths, tiny sparks of fire burst out, turning into dragon breath.

The huge dragon surrendered at my feet. The forest seemed so small in front of it. The majestic dragon power spread out, scaring many two-headed ogres to death.

The beast god raised his head and roared, and the phantom behind him reached out to the dragon. Neil threw me out with his head, and I collided heavily with it.

Damn it, Neil, why didn't you tell me before throwing it? This is revenge, this is definitely revenge!

They were fighting fiercely above my head. I turned over and landed on the treetops. The slippery blood leaves hit my face. I reached out and wiped it off to wipe off the marks left behind.

[Hide your breath], [Concealment], [Cat's Agility].

After casting a series of spells on myself, I jumped down from the tree and moved towards the altar through the blind spot of the two-headed ogre's vision.

There were constant roars and dull crashes. With my blood boiling in the background, I stepped onto the first step of the altar.

No sound.

The god standing on the top level suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at me quietly.