Chapter 875 The Roar of the Dragon (One More Update!)

Chapter 875 The Roar of the Dragon (One more update!)

"monster!"

Looking at Froz, who was wrapped in distorted steam in front of him, weak contempt spit out from the mouth of the soldier who had been completely knocked down.

As far as the physical world is concerned, it cannot strictly be defined as a completely peaceful world.

In fact, war may never be eradicated for the human instinct of intermingling evil and good.

And for the mortals who can't feel all this, it's because they live in a peaceful country...

In the smoky areas of this world, fire and blood are interpreting the wild and primitive animal nature!

"Monster? Maybe..."

Froz looked at the soldiers in front of him, their guns were still very fatal to him.

But compared to the threat of guns, their lives seemed to Froz...

Weak!

A trace of distorted high temperature made a sizzling sound in Froz's hand, that was enough deadly steam!

Yes, when the crazy and berserk dragon blood merged into his body, he was no longer the pure human being that he once was...

He can spew scalding flames and can manipulate them.

He knew that this should be the lower bloodline ability inherited from the giant dragon's breath, which he realized from the chaotic information fragments when he obtained the ability.

After all, he is not what he appears to be:

A mindless, brutal thug.

Before merging into Dragon's Blood, he was an existence who successfully obtained higher education in a low caste and excelled from it.

Judging from the current background of his country, this not only requires sufficient wisdom and will, but also requires the favor of fate.

For such an existence, he knew how to use his power to obtain a more terrifying blow effect.

Through lengthy manipulations in subterranean caverns, he has gradually mastered how to use his flame abilities to generate deadly hot zones.

Froz knew that his form of ability development was obviously not a threat to those truly powerful beings.

But for mortal creatures with relatively weak vitality, this kind of high temperature area that can easily distort the air is enough to make them die painfully.

The strength and fragility of life has always been a matter that needs to be measured...

Froz stood up. At this time, this small town in the corner of the material world has been completely captured by him!

His soldiers looked at their leader in awe.

Yes, for this land, madness does not fully explain it.

When it is focused by the wolves of the world, it is doomed that it will never calm down.

For Froz, he hopes to realize some of his ambitions here.

A new era has arrived, and he hopes to leave his name in this unprecedented wave!

When the world observes and describes this turbulent era, it is enough for him to occupy a section of space that belongs to him, or just a section of words!

"Boss, we have new information.

While Froz was pondering about future expectations, one of his scouts ran over.

Froz took the information and looked at it, and suddenly his eyes with some vertical pupils became excited!

A blazing flame burned the note on his hand with certain information to ashes!

"Go! How do they deserve to control such a life!"

Without any hesitation, Froz directly led the soldiers towards the distance.

And in the more distant area, some kind of faint howling, but also with the breath of some kind of top predator, kept ringing in the iron cage!

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"Monk! Ancient dragons will destroy those who dare to hunt them!"

The already weak soul of the Golden Dragon King looked at the super giant eight-armed monk in front of him.

It knew that this time it might not escape the fate of destruction.

It had already died once, long ago, during the great war with the existence of Outland.

For death, the soul of the Golden Dragon King is not afraid or panic.

But when something exists, no matter it is made of flesh and blood, or a fusion of negative energy.

Destruction and death are always worth trying to escape.

As far as the soul of the Golden Dragon King is concerned, it can't tell what death feels like.

Maybe it was a sleep that seemed extremely lengthy to the giant dragon.

Or maybe, it is the fleeting time of thousands of years...

When the boundaries between black and white are confused, who knows what it will be like the next time they see the light of day again?

"Hunting? No, I'm not a dragonhunter, though I do know one such being."

Yi Qiu looked at the soul of the Golden Dragon King who had completely lost the power to resist, and turned his gaze to the other side:

There, Bix, who was wrapped in dark green evil energy, nodded to him.

"Lies are meaningless, I have already smelled the strong dragon's resentment in you."

"Do you think just that mortal thing trying to master fel energy can wake me up?"

The Golden Dragon King's Soul ignored Bixz who was heading towards it, and focused all its energy on Yi Qiu.

From the bottom of his heart, for Yi Qiu, the soul of the Golden Dragon King doesn't feel so angry now.

Perhaps before it was alive, there was interest in fighting him.

But now, after a long death, it has grown weak...

"Dragon's Resentment?"

Yi Qiu shook his head, it was obviously some kind of obscure magic mark.

Magic marks that don't have too many functions are actually not so easy to clean.

Because of the particularity that they need to complete the basic mission, they are often poured a lot of effort by the designer in terms of concealment.

Against special magic marks, simple purification procedures do not have much effect.

Especially for the kind of simple magic seal used for identification, sometimes it will appear very troublesome.

It's like having a sticky object that emits a bad smell, even if it's tiny.

But as long as a certain limit is not exceeded, it can always be found.

But for a colorless, odorless adherent that does not cause any tactile impact, it seems a bit troublesome.

Sometimes, simple observation methods are not very useful for this kind of magic imprint.

To completely remove them requires a more complicated process.

Of course, for Yi Qiu, except for those magic imprints with plane information locking, he seldom cares about these things now.

After all, he hasn't cleared the marks that those evil things have given him.

"I'm just here to get food..."

Yi Qiu looked at the soul of the Golden Dragon King, and there was no cruelty or wanton fluctuation in his eyes.

As he stated, his act of killing the dragon was not based on the opponent's evil characteristics or wealth.

It's because: they are really good advanced magic ingredients...

"If I had met you tens of thousands of years ago, I would have fought you, and if I could win, I would have swallowed you alive—this is my highest respect for the strong..."

"It's a pity that I don't have flesh and blood now, otherwise I wouldn't mind you eating me..."

The soul of the Golden Dragon King slowly climbed up from the ground, then stared at Yi Qiu with its huge broken vertical pupils and said.

"Eat? A good idea, my evil energy is coming for it..."

On the other side, Viktor unleashes his fel energy on the Golden Dragon King's Soul.

Immediately, a dark green light and a depressing roar gradually spread in the depths of the Dragon Kingdom...