1161 Chapter 1161: Dragon Tomb 3

Aslan's eyes moved quickly on the wall, and he slowly entered the depths of the corridor.

Ai Xinke was also observing the broken murals. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "I suspect that many historical events of the Omniscient Church are imitated here."

"Are you really a believer in the Omniscient Church?" Aslan asked angrily.

Ai Xinke sneered.

"Could it be you."

The two were silent for a moment, and no longer spoke to the believers of the Omniscient Church.

"It is very likely that in ancient times, the dragon lost too much in order to fight against the unknown enemy, and then the Sicano slaying of the dragon happened."

Aslan spoke what was on his mind.

Ai Xinke agreed with Amuro's judgment and expressed his opinion.

"Alternatively, the main force of the giant dragons is not on the mainland. Otherwise, the number and scale of dragon slayers are at least dozens of times higher than the current number of white dragons on the murals. This is only the white dragon clan."

Aslan remained silent and did not answer. As a dragon slayer, Aslan naturally knew the real number of dragon slayers. He learned from the red dragon Jax that the size and number of dragons on Dragon Island at its peak were comparable. One can't match the number of Dragon Island dragons, as Ai Xinke said.

Only a part of the dragon was defeated by Sikano that year.

Thinking of this, Aslan felt his scalp go numb.

If the giant dragons leave the mainland because of powerful enemies, then one day they will come back. When the giant dragons return, they will see that all the dragons they stayed on the mainland have been slaughtered or enslaved, will they go crazy and destroy the people on the mainland? Humanity.

Regardless of whether the red dragon Jax was exaggerating or not, he had to be clear that by that time, they would have to face tens of thousands of ninth-level giant dragons, tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands of eighth-level sub-dragons.

That is definitely not something that the existing power of the mainland can resist. The giant dragons can destroy all humans on the entire continent as long as they collectively throw the forbidden curse.

This is a big crisis related to the mainland, and Sikano is just a bigger ant in front of it.

The two continued to move forward, trying to lighten their footsteps, but there was still a slight echo around them, and they swung towards the distance in an extremely quiet atmosphere.

At this moment, Aslan had an idea, and immediately stepped forward two steps, blocking the front of Ai Xinke, covering most of the light of the gas lamp.

Less than two seconds later, he heard a dull sound coming from far and near.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled slightly, and it became more and more obvious. Then, Aslan saw a figure nearly six meters high walking out in front of him.

Its body is also snow white, and the scales on its body have special magic patterns. Its head has horns from a goat, and its mouth is like a hound, showing its fangs between half-closed. Its thick limbs show its strong strength. A pair of covered wings.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tail on the monster's back kept slapping the ground and walls as it walked. Every step it took would shake the ground and convey a heavy feeling to its surroundings.

Although Aslan had never seen the real thing before, he still recognized what it was at a glance.

This is the magic dragon puppet among the sub-dragon species, and it also belongs to the tomb-keeper dragon species.

A monster made from the corpse of a sub-dragon.

Judging from its appearance, size and construction materials, it must have a strong ability to fight head-on, and it is not afraid of most injuries. It only needs to hit it with a sliding step, and the impact of the horns on the head can cause terrible damage.

Aslan stretched his left hand, but he didn't rush to respond.

He and Ai Xinke stayed in place at the same time, one with his body and the other with his clothes, blocking the light of the gas lamp very weakly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The magic dragon puppet didn't look at the place where the two were, and walked sideways through the corridor, the footsteps gradually became farther away.

Sure enough, as recorded in the dragon inheritance, its senses are not strong. Although the name also has the name of the dragon, it can only be regarded as a puppet, similar to the magic puppet refined by Medea, which needs to be controlled by the dragon most of the time. Autonomous actions can only attack creatures within line of sight.

Aslan waited until the sound of footsteps could no longer be heard, then moved on again and crossed the intersection.

In fact, with his current strength and equipment, and his understanding of the target, killing a dragon puppet is not too dangerous, and Ai Xinke can be used as a bait. Knowing how many dragon puppets there are in this underground area, once they fight, if there is a lot of movement, they may be surrounded tragically. In that case, they can only expose their strength and escape forcibly.

He can already be sure that Sikano cannot sense the existence here, otherwise such a dragon cemetery will not be destroyed.

The only thing to worry about is that if the existence that makes it possible to survive in the cemetery is alarmed, the danger will increase exponentially.

Ai Xinke was very pleased with Amuro's calm and rational performance. He was very worried that Amuro, a young and energetic magister, would suddenly attack.

Ai Xinke followed Amuro through the intersection and walked straight ahead.

The murals on both sides are still dilapidated, still occasionally telling the greatness and power of the ancient white dragon.

Finally, Aslan and Ai Xinke arrived at the end of the tunnel, where there is a 17-8 meter high stone gate, with densely carved dragon words on it, which probably means that death is also a kind of new life. blessings.

"A burial?" Aslan turned to Ai Xinke and asked.

Ai Xinke nodded and said, "The giant dragon that can be buried here must be at least a ninth-order existence."

Aslan really wanted to ridicule that as long as the giant dragon is an adult, it has the strength of the ninth level, and the giant dragon buried here is definitely a super-level existence.

At the thought of super-level, Aslan's eyes flashed with frenzy and nervousness.

The gray-white stone door in front of the two of them was not completely closed, and there was a gap that could be passed through by a child. Ai Xinke glanced at his body and walked over. A swordsman mentor, a melee professional, can't ask a magister to do this kind of coolie.

Ai Xinke put down the gas lamp in his hand, inserted the cross sword, and pressed his hands on the side of the gate. He felt a warm current in his body, and his body strength was greatly improved. This was the auxiliary magic that Amuro gave him.

He took a slow breath, bent his knees, and his arm muscles suddenly swelled.

Without a sound, the gap became much wider.

Aslan moved closer to the stone gate, not in a hurry to go in, and looked at the scene inside through the wide gap.

What came into view was the side area, where there was a huge skeleton. Judging from the skeleton, it was much larger than the red dragon Jax. Even if it wasn't a super dragon, it was at least half a step super order.