Chapter 642: Still Zero Zero Zero
Berto, Tammy.
disuse!
"Goooooooo"
Fudorin, whose body was covered in blood, supported herself on the ground with her hands. She was extremely tired and weak. It looked like she couldn't even stand up.
Although he also experienced three major bleeding episodes, he was able to recover thanks to his own strong physique and the Holy Grail bottle thrown to him by Luluwo and the others before they died.
After pouring all the remaining Holy Grail bottles of the entire team into his mouth, he finally managed to survive.
Looking around, it was a horrific scene.
This scene specially provided for people to fight has been soaked with blood. Any movement will cause ripples on the "water surface". If the blood could be replaced with clear water, it would also be a beautiful sight.
But it looks so scary precisely because it can’t be changed!
When Fuduolin thought about the fact that more than 80% of the blood here was exploded from her body and was completely provided by herself -
Suddenly I didn’t feel scared at all, only a feeling remained.
“How disgusting.”
Monger, who was in the most turbulent place of blood waves, was emitting strange changes at this moment, and even his aura was changing to some extent.
When the three life-threatening shouts of "Zero!" ended, the entire sky turned blood red.
It looked like an entire blood-red lake covering everyone, creating a barrier between the ground and the sky.
Every time Mongwen's Holy Spear stabbed into the sky, it would stimulate a large amount of blood. At the moment of the third "zero", the sky gushed out an unprecedented amount of blood, covering Mongwen's entire body in that instant.
And his aura changed at that moment.
And the change is completed in the next moment!
“Wow——”
Black feathers fluttered down in this unfinished palace.
The blood tide that enveloped Monger was dispersed by the powerful force from inside out, and a pair of pitch-black wings that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared in place!
Monger grew wings!
Obviously, there was no change in his appearance except for the wings, but for some reason, when this posture was revealed, the indescribable aura on him perfectly matched the title of "Blood King", which was both majestic and terrifying.
It's like some kind of evolution has been completed.
He swung the holy spear horizontally, and the blood on the ground was instantly drawn toward his body. In just a moment, all the blood on the ground dried up and was absorbed by Monger.
The injuries on his body that were previously inflicted by everyone have completely recovered.
A monster that can automatically recover from injuries
If there were any veteran adventurers from the Thane Dungeon here, they would definitely shout:
Big shit!!!
“Ouch!”
A roar that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly sounded beside Monger. The temperature of the air rose suddenly, and the buildings in the entire scene underwent strange changes due to the high temperature!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of heavy war drums spread all around, but they were not real war drums, but the heartbeat of a giant creature and the loud sound made when her claws stepped on the ground!
A shadow large enough to cover half of the battle scene suddenly appeared, shrouding Monger's figure.
“A dragon.”
He looked up at the giant in front of him, and the Holy Spear of Mongwen began to tremble as if it was eager to try.
The one that appeared before him was indeed a dragon in its own right.
She has a body that is stronger than the flying dragon Yakir, a pure dragon skeleton with four legs and wings, and tyrannical and cruel golden vertical pupils. One can tell at a glance that she is a master among the dragon clan.
Each of the dragon scales covering its body stood as steep as a mountain, with bright red magma flowing between the cracks between the mountains. Every abnormal movement caused a rain of fire made of magma to fall beneath its body.
Her aura was different from any other two-legged or four-legged dragon in the Warrior Kingdom. Even Erlo, the chief of the two-legged dragons, would have a feeling when he stood in front of her.
I feel like my blood is not pure!
At this moment, the giant dragon with hot magma flowing in it is Fudolin's complete form!
She didn't want to reveal her dragon form, but was influenced by the enchanting branch. She was determined to kill Monger and naturally would not hold back!
If Temud were here, or any soldier who had followed the army to the border were here and saw Fudorin's appearance.
They would be shocked, and then point at her and shout tremblingly -
Who is this! ?
Wait, isn't this the Mad Dragon?
How is it possible? Although this guy does look very similar, and all the elements are consistent with the Mad Dragon, the Mad Dragon had appeared in front of the public when it attacked the imperial capital. It was so huge that it was equivalent to the size of seven or eight Fudorins and its majesty could scare people to death at a glance.
No matter how you look at it, Fudorin can't compare to that guy.
In every way, he looks like an underdeveloped O-grade student.
Fudorin's appearance does look quite intimidating, but in the eyes of the people of the Warrior Kingdom who have experienced the Dragon Feast.
Her appearance will only arouse everyone's hunting desire.
After all, the more handsome a dragon looks, the more people want to hunt it. The so-called Monster Hunter is just like this kind of King of the West.
“Ahhh—”
Fudorin raised her slender neck to the sky and roared. Unfortunately, this roar was mixed with her human voice, so the deterrent effect was greatly reduced. It sounded like
It's like Dahl when he was learning howl like a wolf.
However, even though the voice sounded non-threatening, she was serious now!
Fudorin's body trembled, and magma overflowed from her body, almost completely covering her. She looked more like an elemental creature than a dragon. Her four legs scratched the ground, and her muscles bulged!
Then it shot towards Monger like a cannonball!
There is no doubt that the power of this attack can directly knock down the completely undefended imperial palace!
The dragon cart is a dragon cart of extremely high purity!
Facing this attack, Mung did not raise the Holy Spear of Mungwen again to resist head-on, because even if he could stop the dragon chariot through wrestling, he would be splashed with lava, and no matter how he looked at it, a head-on confrontation would only result in injuries.
Then he flapped the wings behind him and immediately flew into the sky.
"?"
A question mark slowly appeared above Fudorin's head, and she slammed into the wall, causing a large section of the building to collapse.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, this guy (referring to Munger) can hide?
How come he just took all our attacks like a wooden stake? I thought he would be like an emperor and not dodge or evade any attack!
Fortunately, despite all her complaints, Fudorin did not really hope that the opponent would not dodge at all. When she swung her thick tail, the magma in her body was pulled by the invisible force and turned into a giant net that pounced towards Mung in the sky. She herself also broke through the ruins at a speed that was unlikely for such a large body, and rushed towards the enemy in an instant.
Faced with such a series of attacks, Monger swung the Holy Spear with great force, and chopped it into dozens of pieces the moment it collided with the lava network. His attack posture actually had a bit of an ominous and demonic look.
Fudorin, who had already rushed in front of Mung, fell a distance to the ground after several rounds of fighting, but she quickly regained her strength and showed no signs of fatigue for the time being. It seemed that she could still fight with Mung for a whole day.
Her eyes burned with the fighting spirit that people often talked about.
This is how a battle should be, a head-on confrontation with each other, and after spending a few days with the Skyrim Strategy Team who always use strange props and unexpected methods to solve the enemy, Fudorin almost forgot that real battle can be so exciting!
Come on, Blood King, for Lady Michaela's sake, let me see what tricks you have left!
Fudorin's upward momentum suddenly paused and she tilted her head.
Who is Michaela?
What would I do for Michaela?
Before her brain could process this extra information, the blood color of the sky deepened again, and Monger's life-threatening voice sounded again.
"zero!"
"Hey wait, why is this the same move again!?"
Fudorin crashed again.
Heavy bleeding broke out again. This time there was no Holy Grail bottle, but Fudorin relied on her strong willpower to hold on!
"Haha. I can still continue playing."
"very good."
Monger gave a compliment. Normally, praise from an opponent would make people happy.
However, Fudorin was not happy at all, and it could even be said that her smile had stopped abruptly.
Because she saw Monger raise the Holy Spear once again, and his mouth looked like he was about to blurt out the word in the next second:
"zero!"
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"Very good, let's summarize the information we got today."
In the most famous tavern in the town of Lienia of the Lake, the "great safe zone" for adventurers, in front of the academy, Luluwo and others were holding a post-war review seminar with serious faces.
Whether it was Tammy, Berto or Mira, there were all kinds of large bottles of alcoholic drinks in front of them, more than half of which had been consumed, and everyone was still gulping down the bottles.
It’s not because everyone is thirsty due to lack of water.
"After that heavy bleeding, I always feel extremely dehydrated."
"I want to fill myself up with liquid. Please fill me up like a water ball."
"Hey, hey, hey, your idea is very dangerous."
Luluwo slammed the table and said to the group of friends in front of him who were completely immersed in the shadow of failure in a tone of regret:
"Cheer up, you guys! Fudorin hasn't come back yet, so she must still be fighting. What a tenacious child! We'll go help her after we finish the review!"
When Fudorin was mentioned, the previously depressed people all raised their heads and said with a look of nostalgia on their faces:
"He is indeed a gentle and good child."
"I have to cheer up for her."
"I have to return the favor to her."
"Why do you sound like you're about to embark on a tragic battlefield from which you'll never return?"
Luluwo could no longer hide her desire to complain, but it was a good thing that everyone could regain their enthusiasm.
She slammed the various analyses she had just written down about the Blood King Mung on the table and was about to say something passionate to inspire everyone.
"Bang! Bang!"
The door of the tavern was slammed open and then slammed shut, and everyone looked over in the direction of the sound.
I saw a little dragon girl with a gloomy face, lost soul and discouraged, swaying and floating in front of the wine table where everyone was, and then she squatted there with her head in her hands as if all her strength was drained away.
The atmosphere was deathly silent. Everyone looked at each other and then at Fuduolin, who they had placed high hopes on just now, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I am a melancholy mushroom." Fudorin's resentful voice floated up from under the table.
"It looks like he's suffered quite a blow."
Tammy considerately handed over the drink beside her, and Fudulin drank it all in an instant. Seeing this, the others also gave up their drinks. Fudulin accepted them all and poured them into her mouth.
Seeing her like this, everyone probably guessed how she died.
"It looks like you are not only depressed, but also a mushroom that lacks water."
As soon as Luluwo finished saying this, she felt her calf being bitten by some extremely ferocious creature.
"Ahem, let's get down to business."
She immediately pushed the analysis data in front of everyone with a serious look on her face.
The information recorded in detail what they saw and heard during their exploration of the Blood Dynasty, and even included a simple map. I really had to admire Luluwo's hand speed.
The places that had not been explored in time were marked with question marks, the dangerous places were marked with red crosses, and the place where Monger was was directly painted red.
In addition to what happened just before the battle with Monger, the information also recorded some small episodes.
That was what he had seen while tracking Fudorin—a simple church located at the foot of Mount Monger.
A large number of Sons of Platinum gathered there, and there was also a blood noble with even greater strength on the altar of the church. It looked like he was giving some kind of sermon.
When they first saw this scene, everyone in the Skyrim Raiders team had the same idea:
I really want to use magic or combat skills with a huge attack range to kill all these enemies at once.
“That must be very stress-relieving!”
"Wait a minute, are we taking the wrong direction in this discussion?"
The most important thing is not how to deal with the Son of Platinum in the most stress-relieving way, but another thing in the church.
There seems to be a super gorgeous treasure chest next to the blood noble!
Although everyone was in a hurry to chase Fudorin, Luluwo still took a second look at her.
The treasure chest matched perfectly with the key they got from White Mask.
There is no doubt that the key of the white mask is used to open the treasure chest, and there must be treasures inside!
However, a mere treasure chest looks a bit different from the treasure house described in the key, but this cannot eliminate everyone's enthusiasm!
"Let's list that treasure chest as the next target to explore!"
Another discovery was that they found a body at the foot of the mountain and picked up a letter from the body. The letter had only one sentence:
[To obtain the supreme dragon feast, please go to the shadow land and devour the mad dragon heart]
"Supreme Dragon Feast, this word really makes people imagine endlessly."
Luluwo couldn't help but start to imagine what kind of power could be called the supreme dragon feast, and why did the name "Mad Dragon" sound a bit like déjà vu?
At this moment, she suddenly felt someone patting her shoulder. When she looked up, an old dragon's face full of kindness came into her eyes.
"What did you mean by the supreme dragon feast, little girl?"
The bipedal dragon leader, Erlo, smiled kindly.
(End of this chapter)
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