Chapter 1971 The Red Winged Dragon’s Conspiracy

Whether it is an illusion or reality, the most important thing at the moment is to kill the red pterosaur which is in its weak stage.

We must not delay the attack any longer. Once it calms down and recovers some of its strength, there is no guarantee that there will be another indiscriminate large-scale dragon breath attack.

Having made up my mind, I dragged two knives and strode towards the red pterosaur, which was so weak that it had to float in the air.

Along the way, the explosive force of his feet made the floor tiles that had been burnt to a crisp crunch, and pieces of dark-colored floor tiles continued to fly.

Rushing closer, the Red Winged Dragon still hadn't recovered from its exhaustion. It just opened a bright red vertical pupil and looked at me coldly and arrogantly, with an expression full of arrogance and disdain.

Although its size is pitifully small compared to the giant dragon, it also possesses the purest dragon bloodline.

The proud dragons never put the weak in their eyes. They only recognize the strong because they are born to be strong.

"To be honest, I'm very unhappy, really unhappy!" I came to it with the knife in hand. I looked down at it with fearless eyes: "Your eyes, your arrogance, and your so-called dignity of the strong, This all makes me feel uncomfortable.”

I pierced the tip of the knife into the floor tiles, and pressed my left hand hard on the tip of the handle of Xi Lan's demon knife. I frowned: "Whether you understand me or not, I have to say that your dragon clan is indeed very powerful, but this is not It’s not something you are proud of. Think about why the Sky City fell into the deep sea, and why your boss was driven back to his lair. Do you still think you are superior to others?"

"No, apart from relying on these dragon scales, your naturally strong body, and the dragon's breath that you are born with, you have nothing else but these three specialties!"

Having said this, I excitedly pulled out Xi Lan's demon knife from the floor tiles and looked hard at the Red Winged Dragon's back.

The hard dragon scales made metallic crisp sounds.

If I hadn't already known that it was a living creature, I would have thought that the dragon scales were made of metal.

"You are not from the Celestial Clan." A slightly hoarse voice came from the red pterosaur's throat.

After being slightly surprised, I chuckled: "So you understand human language."

"I have lived in this city in the sky for hundreds of millions of years and have fought with thousands of Sky Clan people. I can naturally understand your language."

"It'll be easier if you can understand me." I spread my hands and breathed a sigh of relief: "Since you can understand me, how about we talk about it?"

"Why should I talk to you?" Red Winged Dragon said disdainfully.

"Because you have no physical strength now and are just a piece of meat on the chopping board. I can do whatever I want with you, whether it's skinning you, cramping you, grilling you, or cutting off your head and hanging it on the wall as decoration. As long as I like it, anything is fine."

"Let's do it, human being." The Red Winged Dragon didn't care about life and death at all: "Death here will make my soul return to my Lord faster. I have been waiting for hundreds of millions of years to die, and I can't wait."

"I know that your body is just a skin that carries the soul. And if I guessed correctly, since you have wisdom, then the violent breath you just sprayed must be to exhaust your energy as soon as possible. So that I can kill you more smoothly, and then you can justifiably return to your master, right?"

I smiled and looked at the red pterosaur, but the latter remained silent, as if he was asleep.

"If you don't say it, I'll take it as acquiescence." I sighed softly and continued: "The reason why you will try your best to exhaust your energy and then die happily, instead of just lying somewhere obediently and giving up resistance from the beginning. The biggest reason for going to death is probably that your Lord has given you an order, telling you that you must fight until you die of exhaustion, otherwise your soul will not be allowed to return to your homeland, am I right?"

The blood-red vertical pupils of the Red Winged Dragon trembled slightly, and this wavering confirmed my suspicion.

"It's true," I said with a smile: "When your Lord was still on this continent, you may not have wanted to leave the City in the Sky, so you killed thousands of Celestial People, but when your Lord After being expelled back to the Dragon Clan territory and the Sky City fell into the deep sea, you began to miss the life in the Dragon Clan Territory and the time spent with your master. However, the Sky City has sunk into the deep sea and the heaven has also fallen on this continent. , the portal into the Sky City also happens to be shrouded by some huge rocks. As a result, only a handful of adventurers have been able to enter here during these hundreds of millions of years, and the legend about the Sky City has been completely lost from the mainland. Perhaps, I He might be the first adventurer to actually set foot here in hundreds of millions of years."

The red winged dragon's eyelids trembled slightly, and it became even more shaken.

"Because of this, when you saw me, you made up your mind to rack your brains to provoke me, preferably to the extent that I won't give up until I kill you. Then you will use up all your physical strength to be the weakest state to meet my overwhelming anger."

"Your analysis is completely correct, little guy," Red Winged Dragon said, "I'm very curious, since the legend of Sky City has disappeared from the Zephyr Continent, and you are not from the Sky Clan, why are you so familiar with the history of Sky City? ?”

"Because your Lord, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, it is my friend."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Red Winged Dragon seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "Our great and invincible Lord is actually you, a friend of mankind?"

"It's because of your disgusting attitude that I said what I just said, you big bird with red light all over your body!"

"I'm a dragon!" it roared, "not a bird! Don't confuse me with that lowly creature!"

"What does it matter?" I shrugged indifferently: "When birds eat, you eat too. When birds drink water, you drink too. Birds excrete. You shouldn't be able to get rid of the physiological phenomenon of excretion, right?"

"You rude maggot, I, Flame Dragon Breath Salen, can't wait to roast you into charcoal with my dragon breath!" the Red Winged Dragon roared angrily.

"But now you can't even spit out a small flame."

call!

Although not large, a very hot flame spurted out from the red pterosaur's mouth and burned all my clothes - except for the close-fitting mithril armor.

The corners of my eyes trembled slightly, and I sighed helplessly: "Okay, maybe you can even breathe out a small flame."

I took off my mithril armor, looked down at the skin and muscles that were constantly regenerating, sniffed twice, and murmured: "I didn't expect that roasting my own meat would be so delicious, but it's also really worrying. It hurts."

The Red Winged Dragon also stared at my healing upper body. After a long time, it asked: "Is your self-healing ability innate?"