Chapter 136: Crazy Devouring Crazy Evolution

Hoffman Iron Fist paced back and forth in the castle anxiously.

Ever since he sent the captain of the guard to deliver the gold coins, he began to feel a little uneasy. This feeling was outrageous and unreasonable.

First of all, the believers of Hell have no reason to attack the dwarves. People who believe in Hell are not afraid of death. If they do something, they have to see if they can survive.

They have already offended the elves. If they offend the dwarves again, not only will the two families become united in hatred of the enemy and accelerate the end of the war, but they will also cut off their own retreat.

So logically speaking, this group of hell believers will not cause trouble.

After receiving the money, they should run away.

To be on the safe side, Hoffman Ironfist sent out his own captain of the guard. Even if they encountered an ambush, the Legendary Arcane Knight would have no problem escaping with his abilities.

Moreover, there are so many dwarven guards. Even if they encounter the gate of hell, they probably won't...

Hoffman Iron Fist kept comforting himself. If he were still a general leading troops, he would reject this deal without hesitation. Sometimes in war, you have to trust your intuition. All the special forces play against logic.

But after becoming the King's Hand, Hoffman Iron Fist became a politician. Politicians can only think about problems logically, because most of the time they are facing a game of interests. You can't just think about how to win a battle, but also think about the impact after winning or losing.

And this time, Hoffman Iron Fist miscalculated.

When the roar of a giant dragon was heard from the horizon, Hoffman Iron Fist walked to the top floor of the palace in surprise, wanting to confirm whether he had heard it wrong.

Then, a pile of dwarf heads fell from the sky with filthy blood, dyeing the roof of the palace red.

Hoffman Ironfist found his captain of the guards among the heads of these dwarves. His wide-open eyes seemed to still contain resentment and fear. It was unknown what had happened to him that made him retain such an expression before his death.

A legendary arcane knight died just like that, along with dozens of dwarf guards.

A huge shadow was hovering in the sky, and it seemed that it would pounce on Hoffman Ironfist at any time.

All logic, interests, and games became jokes at this moment. This group of Hell believers actually went crazy and killed the messenger sent by Hoffman Iron Fist to deliver money in a meaningless situation.

Not only that, they also cut off all the dwarfs' heads and threw them here as a provocation. This behavior is simply madness and meaningless killing.

A mocking roar was heard from the sky: "Hoffman Iron Fist... You might as well change your name to Hoffman Trash. You don't even dare to show up in front of me, yet you send something even more useless to die. Hahaha, no wonder the dwarves are going to be destroyed!"

Hoffman Ironfist clenched his remaining fist angrily. He could no longer be "safe".

"You fool, you will die in my hands!"

A stream of air circulated around Hoffman Iron Fist, and his body quickly rose into the air, rushing towards the sky like an eagle.

This is not an ordinary flying effect, but a flying effect plus the monk's "Chi".

Before becoming the Hand of the King, Hoffman Ironfist was the most powerful warrior of the dwarves and the only general who could face the army of the Llane Empire head-on.

Many years ago, he was already a powerful warrior of legendary rank, and his profession was - monk.

A legendary monk can run on a wall that is perpendicular to the ground, faster than others on flat ground, and can even jump into the air by stepping on the air.

With this level of agility, ordinary flying skills are no different from free flying for a legendary monk.

Hoffman Iron Fist turned into a flying bird and rushed into the clouds. Then he found that he was not facing a half-dragon man, but a real dragon.

The dragon's body was a little small, only about five or six meters from head to tail, and its wings were disproportionately large.

But this is indeed a dragon, and no human characteristics can be seen at all.

Has this monster evolved compared to when they were communicating?

Hoffman Iron Fist didn't think too much about it. He stepped on the air and flew towards the young dragon like a cannonball.

As soon as he approached, two streams of energy flew out from his fists and turned into snake-shaped flames.

Fire snake fangs!

The monk's invisible energy can be transformed into tangible elements, causing damage similar to magical effects.

Hoffman Iron Fist's attack was too fast and without any warning. Geronimo, who had transformed into a dragon, was completely unable to dodge and was bitten on the neck by the fire snake.

The severe pain made Geronimo's body twitch.

The scorching temperature of the fire snake could not cause any damage to his dragon scales, but the energy attached to them made him feel like he was hit by a heavy hammer.

But this was just an appetizer. After the hit, the wind flowing through Hoffman Iron Fist's body became more violent, causing his speed to increase again and fly directly onto Geronimo.

The dwarf's short legs wrapped around Geronimo's dragon horns, and his fists turned into a violent storm, hitting Geronimo's head hard.

The monk's fist is faster than the elven ranger's arrow.

A qualified monk can deliver six punches at full strength in one second, while a legendary monk can blow a dragon's head off in one second.

It’s a pity that Hoffman Iron Fist only has half a second.

Twenty-six powerful punches landed on Geronimo's head, shattering his dragon scales, cracking his skull, and about to shake the brain into a paste.

After being hit so hard, the young dragon rolled around like a convulsion, and its body shrank rapidly, turning back into a human form. Geronimo's body shrank as it spun, and Hoffman Iron Fist had not expected this move. His legs, which had been tightly clamped around the dragon's horns, loosened, and he was thrown out by Geronimo.

Geronimo's transformation only lasted for a moment, and after shaking off the enemy, he turned into a dragon again.

This is Transfiguration, which was originally just a way to change one's form to deceive others.

But Geronimo escaped in a clever way by transforming from dragon form into human form.

Not only that, Geronimo's head wound was recovering rapidly, and Hoffman Iron Fist frowned repeatedly when he saw his self-healing ability.

This dragon is very strange. Although dragons have disappeared for many years, I have never heard of a dragon having such powerful self-healing ability.

Hoffman Iron Fist did not attack rashly, but instead observed Geronimo's condition carefully and found that after the wound healed, his swollen belly had obviously become smaller.

Hoffman Ironfist wondered, "Did he fill his stomach with healing potions?"

The healing potion can indeed quickly heal injuries, but Hoffman Iron Fist always feels that something is wrong. This thing is also resistant to drugs. If a large amount of healing potion is poured in a short period of time, the effect will only get worse and worse.

Hoffman Iron Fist didn't know that what was in Geronimo's stomach was not healing potion, but flesh and blood.

Only the heads of the dwarf guards were left, and the rest of their bodies had been swallowed by him. The arcane knight wanted to escape, but was eventually repelled by Geronimo again and again, who blocked him in the hellfire, and then his magic power was consumed by countless demons, and he was finally eaten by him.

But not only the dwarf was devoured by Geronimo, but also the demon summoned from the gate of hell. After swallowing this legendary arcane knight, Geronimo's body transformed again and completely turned into a dragon.

Then he felt an even stronger hunger.

Whether it is the flesh and blood of dwarves or demons, the only difference for the dragon is the taste. The number of demons in front of it is much greater than that of dwarves.

Geronimo began to slaughter indiscriminately, devouring two Balrogs and countless other small demons. Even the demons probably didn't expect to encounter such a crazy monster. They were not beaten to collapse by the enemy, but were eaten by the summoner and fled in all directions.

Part of this flesh and blood becomes nutrients for his body, and the rest is stored in his stomach. When he is injured, he can recover quickly by digesting this flesh and blood.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can recover!"

Hoffman Iron Fist stomped several times in the air, turning the air into a wall, and used the rebound force to rush towards Geronimo again.

The monk's posture in the air seemed more agile than a dragon, forcing Geronimo to turn and run.

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In terms of flexibility in maneuvering and turning, Geronimo is no match for Hoffman Iron Fist. Once he gets close to him, the monk's fists can beat him to death.

But if they were just flying in a straight line, Geronimo was slightly faster than Hoffman Iron Fist.

The two, one chasing and one fleeing, soon distanced themselves from each other.

Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly felt a burning sensation, as if the air was burning, causing his breathing to pause.

"Flame aura? Isn't this the ability of the Fire Demon?!"

Hoffman Iron Fist felt very strange, this dragon didn't look normal at all.

Just as he was preparing to circulate his Qi to offset the damage of the flaming aura, he saw a dazzling red light coming out of Geronimo's tail. A long flaming whip made of magic power suddenly stretched out from his tail and lashed towards Hoffman Iron Fist.

What kind of outrageous move is this?

Hoffman Iron Fist had fought a lifetime of battles and had never seen anything like this.

The long whip broke through the air, the whip tip broke the sound barrier, and hit Hoffman Iron Fist.

It looked like a hit, but the opponent's figure shattered like glass, and it was just an afterimage.

Hoffman Iron Fist used the power of Qi again, bursting out with terrifying speed, trying to catch the opponent off guard. Unfortunately, he failed, because the flame whip was followed by a thunder wave!

The damage of this spell is not great, but the knockback effect is extremely strong. Hoffman Iron Fist was blocked outside by the impact force, and his close combat plan failed again.

"This dragon is too difficult to deal with!"

Hoffman Iron Fist clearly felt that the dragon's fighting skills were getting stronger, and he seemed to be able to sense the flow of the monk's energy, so when Hoffman Iron Fist used his abilities, he could immediately detect and react.

In that moment of distraction, the flaming whip came towards Hoffman Iron Fist again, almost tying up his body.

Fortunately, the dwarf was very short, so it was much easier for him to dodge. But he dodged the whip, but not the next three bursts of magic energy.

The scarlet energy exploded on Hoffman Iron Fist's body. Although it did not cause him much damage, the powerful knockback force blew him further away, and the distance between them increased again.

The following battle seemed to be completely trapped in the opponent's rhythm. Every time Hoffman Iron Fist wanted to use the monk's skills to close the distance, he would be discovered by the dragon in advance.

As long as there is energy running, the opponent will throw magic without caring about consumption. Magical explosion, thunder wave is used to repel, shield and armor of Agathis are used to protect oneself tightly.

Hoffman Iron Fist couldn't find any flaws at all.

He had a pair of iron fists that could blow up the opponent, but he couldn't find a chance to attack a second time.

Although the opponent couldn't cause much damage to Hoffman Iron Fist, it was not a good idea to continue like this because the time of flying was limited.

Just as he was thinking this, Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly felt his body sink, and the effect of the flying technique suddenly disappeared prematurely.

"Anti-magic field? When?!"

Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly found himself wrapped in an anti-magic force field, and the effect of his flying spell disappeared instantly.

Hoffman Iron Fist reacted immediately and realized that the anti-magic force field had already been deployed in mid-air. It was the dragon that sent him into this magic barrier by guiding the rhythm of the battle.

From the very beginning, he had set a trap, waiting for Hoffman Iron Fist to fall into it.

Without the blessing of flying, it was difficult for the legendary monk to maintain his previous flexibility. Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly felt a little flustered. He rushed out with courage, and after encountering danger, Hoffman Iron Fist actually felt a little flustered. When was the last time he was in danger on the battlefield? It seemed that it was when his hand was cut off by the holy warrior of the Ryan Empire.

From that day on, he left the front line and turned from a general into a politician.

It turned out that his will was also severed that day, just like a bone that has been broken once, even after healing, it becomes extremely fragile.

The moment his fighting spirit collapsed, the energy flowing around Hoffman Iron Fist became stagnant.

Geronimo was keenly aware of this change, seized this fleeting flaw, opened his mouth and bit Hoffman Iron Fist's body.

Several pieces of automatic defense magic equipment worked, but none of them could stop Geronimo's sharp teeth.

The dragon's sharp teeth pierced Hoffman Ironfist's body. The monk, who was unable to wear heavy armor, was reduced to a piece of meat after losing the protection of his Qi.

Hoffman Ironfist still wanted to struggle, but the dragon's teeth seemed to be highly poisonous, and after piercing his body, it paralyzed him all over.

The sharp claws tore Hoffman Ironfist's body apart, blood fell from the air, and the silver-gray iron fist fell to the ground.

Geronimo frantically devoured the flesh and blood of the legendary strong man, not sparing even a single bone.

His body grew again, and began to look more and more like a dragon, but Geronimo felt even more hungry: "Not enough, still not enough, I need to eat more legends!"

(End of this chapter)