Chapter 1919 Dragon Breath

Like the moss-colored dragon's breath floating on a stagnant pool, it spewed out from the evil dragon's huge mouth in the form of a high-pressure water column and shot straight towards my body.

At the same time, a pungent and suffocating smell hit his face, it was the smell of dragon's breath.

Dragon's breath smells different.

The dragon's breath breathed out by Skatha has no taste, only a strong and unyielding chill, which seems to be able to freeze living water.

The evil dragon's breath has a strong and pungent smell, like chlorine gas after evaporation.

This is probably the smell of poison, right?

I secretly guessed, and at the same time I was ready to die calmly.

The green dragon's breath moved across my body in an arc, first on my legs, then on my abdomen, and then on my chest.

The dragon's breath is not as impactful as it seems. The feeling of it pouring on the body is more like a water column formed by intertwined water lines sprayed from a shower head.

But the feeling when the dragon's breath comes into contact with the skin is not as gentle as water, but a heartbreaking burning pain, as if the skin is being eroded by strong acid.

However, the severe pain made me more awake.

While closing my eyes tightly, I also closed my mouth firmly - I couldn't let the dragon's breath corrode my eyes, let alone let the dragon's breath enter my body through my mouth.

Although protected by murderous intent, I am not sure whether the fragile internal organs can withstand the erosion of the dragon's breath.

Suffering from the unbearable pain, my seconds felt like years.

I don’t know how much time passed, but just when I felt my sanity was about to collapse, the dragon’s breath stopped.

He raised his stinging arm, wiped the viscous liquid on his face, shook it away, and then tried to open his eyes bit by bit.

Through the gap, I saw the vague figure of the evil dragon. It had closed its huge mouth. Near it, there was a glowing light group. It must be the bright yellow monster.

Before I could regain my vision, I felt my eyes go dark, and then a blurry thing appeared out of thin air, blocking my sight.

I was so frightened that I quickly closed my eyes, but it was a step too late. The burning pain that made people worse than death appeared in my eyes, and the pain made me grin. However, just this movement made me laugh. The sticky dragon's breath flowed down the lips and into the mouth. Before it could be spit out, it had already slipped down the tongue.

I instantly felt like vomiting, but before I could vomit, the burning pain stopped my desire to vomit.

"Well"

I couldn't help but groan, dropped Xi Lan's demon knife, and covered my chest with all my strength.

"You weren't melted by my dragon's breath?" The evil dragon's tone was full of surprise: "Your skin, your muscles, your internal organs. Are you not a human being? But a puppet made by Mithril?"

I really want to retort: ​​Have you ever seen such a lifelike puppet?

However, the heartbreaking anxiety and severe pain left me unable to speak.

"No, this is impossible. You are definitely not a puppet made by Mithril!" Evil Dragon said coldly: "It is impossible for a puppet made by Mithril to contain such a huge amount of magic power! It is even less possible to have such a creepy murder. Intention! Moreover, those toothy dolls have long been annihilated by my lord! The humans who have mastered this technology have long since turned into the dust of history, so you cannot be a puppet! Then who are you? Why can't my dragon's breath work? Melt you? Why! Answer me!"

I was in so much pain that I really wanted to scold it loudly: Damn it, grandma, didn’t you see that I was in so much pain that I couldn’t make a sound? Can't you ask again later?

At this moment, I felt a lightness on my arm, followed by two crisp sounds of metal falling to the ground.

The gauntlet fell off?

I thought to myself.

Soon, I confirmed this guess, because I smelled a pungent smell, which was the smell of the gauze being burned.

Oops!

The gauze was burned?

This means that the ancient characters on the arm will be fully visible!

In this case, I must always stay rational and not have too many emotional fluctuations. Once I am excited or desperate, these ancient words may be activated. By then, let alone this tomb, I am afraid The entire mausoleum will be reduced to powder.

Once the tombs are gone, the mission I accepted to bring back the coffin remains will be considered a failure.

Precious historical documents and disaster records must also have been reduced to ashes.

The many gold and silver jewelry inside are definitely gone.

The Puppet Knight, which is of great research value, can only have parts that are too damaged to be restored.

In that case, I would simply be a sinner of history and science!

Thinking of this, I became scared for a second, wiped my face hard again, opened my mouth, and wanted to use the power of words to persuade it to reconcile with me.

However, the anxiety and severe pain forced me to say a complete byte, and I could only make some meaningless sounds.

Just when I was anxious and angry, the evil dragon's voice suddenly sounded: "Ancient characters?!"

Its voice was filled with fear and uneasiness: "Why are there such complicated ancient characters on your arm? Why can they exist in the same place peacefully? You ant. No, who are you? Tell me ,who are you!"

At the end of the sentence, it was almost roaring, like a madman who had lost his mind.

Although I could clearly feel the severe pain in my body slowly disappearing, I was still unable to speak the complete byte in a short period of time. I could only helplessly raise my hand, pointed at my throat, and uttered a series of words. Meaningless moans.

"Has your throat been burned?" the evil dragon guessed, and then it overturned its guess: "It was just burned to the point of pain that you can't speak. That's right. You can have so many ancient words in your body." , it is impossible to be melted by my dragon breath. Although I don’t know what you want to express, and I don’t know your origins, but I think that my Lord will definitely be interested in you, you are the only one.”

After a long silence, the evil dragon spoke again, but this time, its tone and voice changed, becoming respectful and docile: "Ah, my Lord, I'm sorry. It's been thousands of years before I contacted you again. It wasn't me. I don’t want to contact you. I am really incompetent and I have embarrassed you. I am willing to die to apologize. My merciful Lord, your tolerant mind is as broad as the sky and your kind heart is as gentle as the sea. I will I swear allegiance to you. Yes, my merciful Lord, you must be interested in this little guy. There are hundreds of ancient texts on his frail body. This is just on one of his arms. Subordinate I think that the number of ancient texts will continue to increase in the future, and there is no limit. Okay, oh, you really want to do this? No, no, no, that is my honor, and it is my evil dragon Spitz in this life. The highest honor! Even if I die in the next second, I will die without regrets!"