Chapter 127 Destined

The three-headed dog family never expected that a sacrifice could lead to such an accident.

After Geronimo transformed into a half-dragon, the originally weak boy became an unrivaled strong man.

The well-trained servants and guards of the three-headed dog family were no match for Geronimo.

When the dragon flaps its wings, the strong wind can blow them away and make them unable to stand steadily.

When Geronimo reached them, he could crush their heads and helmets with just a slight squeeze.

Not only is it an enhancement of strength, the sharp teeth on Geronimo's body are also powerful weapons. As long as they pounce on people, these mouths will devour flesh and blood in big gulps, and even metal armor cannot resist them, as if they were really the mouth of a dragon.

Geronimo vented his anger wildly.

"Hahaha! Go to hell, all of you, you lowly ants!"

Geronimo's appearance had completely changed at this time, and he no longer looked like a human.

He killed all the servants of the three-headed dog family, and the flesh and blood they devoured quickly merged into his body. His original height of 1.5 meters quickly expanded to nearly 2 meters. The dragon wings behind him were even more exaggerated, and when fully expanded, they were nearly ten meters wide. He also grew many fine dragon scales, and even curved horns grew on his head.

The guards' weapons only produced sparks when they hit the dragon's wings, and were completely unable to break through the defense of the dragon's scales. In despair, they were killed by the half-dragon man.

Hundreds of fully armed guards in the square were killed and devoured by Geronimo, and the evil shadow in the sky watched it all with satisfaction.

It had been too long, and finally the roar of a real dragon was heard again on this continent.

"Go, my child, and tell the world that the dragon has returned."

The voice of the dragon goddess Tiamat echoed in the sky, scaring the three-headed dog family hiding in the castle.

A man in a robe with dragon patterns stood up. He was the family genius, the sorcerer Abraham Torres who was only one step away from becoming a legend.

A sorcerer is a very special profession. Although they appear to be spellcasters, their ability to cast spells does not come from their own wisdom, but from gifts from the lord they worship.

Simply put - be a bootlicker.

The Fey Wilds, the Abyss of Hell, the Kingdom of the Evil God... These areas that tend to be evil have many powerful lives, and they all like to accept offerings from other intelligent lives and become their leaders.

This is a relationship similar to that between gods and believers, the difference is that the one being worshipped is not necessarily a god, nor does he need to possess the power of a god, he just needs to be stronger than those who worship him.

This kind of relationship is generally difficult to turn into a religion, because most of the leaders do not have their own doctrines, and they are not trying to develop faith, but just want to keep some pets occasionally.

The sorcerer is the pet of the master, and gets the power granted by the master by kneeling and licking the master. What's more tragic is that Abraham Torres's master is not even the dragon goddess Tiamat, but just an unknown devil in the first layer of hell.

But Abraham Torres is indeed a genius. With just a little gift from the devil, he has grown into a powerful sorcerer and reached the threshold of legend.

Then, the three-headed dog family made sacrifices one after another, allowing Abraham Torres to completely get rid of the original master. Now is the time for transformation. If he can get the favor of the evil dragon goddess Tiamat, then becoming a legendary warlock is a sure thing.

Who could have thought that such a crucial sacrifice would lead to an accident?

What's up with this half-dragon?

After hearing the loud noise coming from the sky, Abraham Torres immediately teleported himself to the bloody square.

Most of the people in the three-headed dog family had died, and their incomplete corpses were piled up into a high tower by the half-dragon. The half-dragon was now sitting at the highest point of the tower, looking at Abraham Torres with a teasing look.

Abraham Torres did not take action immediately, but bowed to the huge evil shadow first.

"Great Dragon Goddess, please allow your followers to ask questions. Is this half-dragon in front of us your follower?"

Geronimo also looked up at the sky. He was so focused on enjoying himself that he didn't even notice where his power came from. Could it be the evil shadow in the sky?

The evil shadow in Abraham Torres' eyes was just a blurry shadow, but in Geronimo's eyes it was a colorful dragon with five dragon heads.

Thinking of his previous experiences, Geronimo quickly knelt on the pile of corpses and roared.

Geronimo thought he had forgotten the dragon language passed down from generation to generation by the Dragon Cult, but in fact it had long been engraved in his soul.

Abraham Torres frowned. This scene looked wrong. The loss of the three-headed dog family might not be compensated. However, if this half-dragon man was really a follower of the evil dragon goddess, it was not unacceptable. He looked quite powerful, so he could just recruit a thug.

However, what shocked Abraham Torres was that the dragon goddess laughed wildly and made an oracle: "You two, start fighting now. Whoever survives will get my blessing. A true dragon must grow through killing. Don't let me down, you two."

After hearing this, Geronimo was confused for a moment. Just as he was trying to understand what the Dragon Goddess meant, three segments of scarlet energy blasted towards him.

Abraham Torres reacted much faster than Geronimo. Without any hesitation, he condensed scarlet energy in his hands and shot it towards the half-dragon.

This is the first spell mastered by the sorcerer, and also the most core spell - magic energy explosion.

Three bursts of magical energy exploded on the defenseless Geronimo, tearing his dragon scales apart and breaking most of his sharp teeth.

Warlocks spend their entire lives studying how to increase the power of magic explosions. Many of their advanced abilities are about strengthening the effects of magic explosions, such as multiple casting, powerful knockback, additional enchantments and so on.

These three consecutive explosions of magical energy are the pinnacle of Abraham Torres' life, representing his power that has one foot halfway into the threshold of legend.

Geronimo was blown away, and his flesh and blood were cracked, revealing his already deformed skeleton.

The half-dragon boy rolled and fell to the ground, landing in front of the slaves who were still alive.

The previous bloody ceremony was interrupted by Geronimo, who was only concerned with slaughtering members of the three-headed dog family, so many slaves luckily survived.

Seeing Geronimo fall to the ground seriously injured, several slaves walked over with heartache and wanted to help this "hero".

If Geronimo died, too, there would be no hope for them to survive.

But they didn't expect that as soon as they got close, the seriously injured Geronimo opened his dragon wings and wrapped them up.

After a few screams, the dragon's wings spread out again, and Geronimo stood up again.

There were still several wounds on his body deep enough to see the bones, but it was much better than before.

At the feet of the half-dragon boy lay several bloody corpses, looking as if they had been devoured by wild beasts.

Geronimo didn't even look at them, even though they were once slaves captured by the three-headed dog family like himself, but in Geronimo's eyes they were just food to help him recover.

Abraham Torres frowned as he watched this scene, and the next burst of magic energy fell on the surviving slaves.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He didn't want to fight a monster with infinite recovery, so he had to use up all his "healing potions" first.

The demonic energy exploded among the slaves, corroding their flesh and blood, consuming their souls, and killing most of these poor slaves.

Geronimo roared, flapped his wings and flew towards Abraham Torres.

Abraham Torres once again condensed his magical energy and tried to shoot down the half-dragon man, but he dodged it flexibly several times.

The caster's flying technique could not compare with the flexibility of dragon wings, let alone the speed. Even though Abraham Torres retreated as fast as he could, he was still caught up by Geronimo.

The two were very close, but Abraham Torres was not panicked at all.

He already knew that Geronimo would try every possible means to get close to him, and at this distance, the magic energy explosion would no longer miss.

The magic power that had been condensed long ago exploded instantly, and the power of the three-stage magic energy explosion hit at close range.

One of Geronimo's dragon wings was completely blown to pieces, and the impact of the magic energy explosion blew the wing away.

Although Geronimo was seriously injured, Abraham Torres' face changed drastically because he was shocked to find that the dragon wing had already left Geronimo's body before it was blown away.

This half-dragon gave up his wings early!

I don't know how he broke the wings from the root. Now the impact of the magic energy explosion fell completely on the dragon wings. The dragon wings were blown away, but Geronimo relied on the remaining inertia to rush to Abraham Torres.

The sharp claws had already grabbed Abraham Torres' shoulders, and the sharp teeth in the palms had torn his robe to pieces, frantically devouring Abraham Torres' flesh and blood.

The severe pain in his shoulder made Abraham Torres lose his composure. He tried hard to cast a spell, but he couldn't concentrate at all. In just half a second of hesitation, Geronimo opened his mouth and bit his neck.

Like a real dragon, it uses its claws and teeth to tear apart its enemies and devour their flesh and blood.

Abraham Torres' blood, which was filled with powerful magic energy, poured into Geronimo's throat, healing his injuries and causing his broken dragon wings to begin to grow again.

Abraham Torres wanted to resist, but he was shocked to find that his body was completely paralyzed.

The half-dragon's teeth seemed to be highly poisonous, and the moment he saw blood, he became unable to move.

The two men fell from the air, and Abraham Torres was used as a stepping stone by Geronimo and smashed heavily to the ground. The powerful impact broke most of his bones.

It was a wrong move. I thought I had a sure win, so I didn't even open the mage shield. I was just thinking of luring this half-dragon over and severely injuring him. I didn't expect that I would be the one who got severely injured.

Why is this happening?

Abraham Torres was unwilling to give up. He clearly had many ways to deal with this half-dragon man, but now he couldn't even move a finger. He could only lie on the ground and let the other party devour his flesh and blood.

This shouldn't be the case. I should have been very cautious before. Why would the spellcaster use such a risky way to fight this monster?

"No, I'm about to become a legend. I'm the hope of my family. I shouldn't die like this."

Before Abraham Torres died, he saw the smile of the evil shadow in the sky.

Abraham Torres suddenly gave up struggling, he understood everything.

A true dragon must grow through killing. It was the evil dragon goddess who aroused his enthusiasm and made him lose the caution that a spellcaster should have. It turned out that he was the food of this half-dragon from the beginning, and he only struggled for a while in order to let this half-dragon learn to hunt.

Everything was destined the moment the half-dragon was born.

The crows were still circling in the sky, probably eager to have a feast, but this time they were devouring the flesh and blood of the three-headed dog family.

(End of this chapter)