Chapter 2411 Self-Deprecation

The golden energy was as bright as starlight and poured into my left arm like water.

Many fantasy novels have introduced the feeling of transferring power, or the feeling when transferring energy, which is either a heartbreaking pain, a warm and comfortable feeling all over the body, or a feeling that the whole body is full of surging power. Lifting your hands and feet seems to explode the air.

However, at this moment, I am constantly being infused with golden energy, but I don’t feel any strangeness at all. I feel like I am watching a holographic projection photoelectric special effect.

There was no pain, no heat, no strength.

I'm wondering if this is nonsense from a fantasy novel, or if Bakar's energy transmission is actually just a photoelectric special effects hoax.

While he was doubting, Bakar exhaled with a solemn look and stopped the energy transmission at the same time.

"Have you got any clues?" I asked.

He shook his head with complicated eyes and laughed at himself: "I'm so stupid."

"How can you belittle yourself?" No matter the reason, as a friend, I comforted him and said: "You are the Lord of the Dragon Clan and have the highest wisdom. If even you think you are stupid, then there will be smart people in this world. ?"

"No, I'm really stupid." Bakar did not accept my comfort. He smiled bitterly: "I actually tried to use the power of the dragon to spy on the body of the goblin. This is like a silverfish threatening to feed the dragon with his body. So ignorant and stupid to feed a hungry dragon!"

One head. Why does Bakar also use quantifiers like ‘one head’ and ‘two heads’ when describing his people?

Doesn't he find this a humiliation?

Obviously, Bakar did not realize that his choice of words was inappropriate. He was still immersed in deep self-deprecation.

"Okay" I spread my hands helplessly: "You did do a stupid thing, but it's not important. Tell me, my friend, do you sense the black nightmare active in my body?"

"Yes, I sensed it."

Mentioning the Black Nightmare, Bakar instantly recovered and said in a deep voice: "I sense that the Black Nightmare has succumbed to your bloodline and has become a powerful energy source for you to take and take away. However, your bloodline seems to reject it. "

"Huh? My bloodline rejects the black nightmare? Is it true?"

"It's true, it can't be wrong. I have observed that the status of black nightmares in your blood is between half nutrition and half impurities. They are like a group of slaves with no freedom and no status, kneeling down and obeying orders. Earth, always looking forward to being chosen by your bloodline, and willing to sacrifice everything, just to become a part of your bloodline."

Speaking of which, Bakar fell into self-deprecation again.

He kept emphasizing that the material that he regarded as a treasure and the most critical material in his revenge plan would be ruthlessly rejected. This blow was second only to his realization that most of the Celestial People were a group of unteachable idiots, which made him Both decadent and sad.

"Okay, okay, you are the monarch of the Dragon Clan. As a monarch, you shouldn't be so fragile." I comforted him repeatedly: "You can't focus on goblins and elves. Think about other creatures, such as Speaking of the demon world, for example, among other alien races, which bloodline is more noble than your dragon race?"

"This is true." Bakar regained some of his energy again: "The nobility of the dragon bloodline is the noblest and most powerful besides the darlings of the great will!"

"In this vast universe, there are only a dozen or so people who can really stop me, except for the darlings of the great will, but they are not invincible!"

"They all have their own weaknesses. The reason why I couldn't defeat them is that I couldn't find out where their weaknesses were."

At this point, he paused, glanced at me, and his tone suddenly became a little weaker: "I believe that as long as the dragon race is strong enough, no other race can rival us except the darlings of the great will!"

It seems that the blow this time is indeed not small, and even the always domineering personal declaration seems a bit inadequate.

Tyrannosaurus King Bakar's overwhelming self-confidence has been ruthlessly frustrated. This may seem like a nightmare to him, but to me, it is not a bad thing.

You know, the stronger Bakar's self-confidence, the more insignificant my persuasion seems. On the contrary, the weaker Bakar's self-confidence, the more obvious the persuasiveness of my words.

One falls and the other rises, you cannot have both.

So I took this opportunity to tell all the sequelae after absorbing the black nightmare to the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, and repeatedly warned him that if you can, it is best not to touch that thing. If you must touch it, choose It's a desolate and uninhabited planet. You can work hard to vent all the murderous intent and resentment, and then lead the army to revenge rationally.

Bakar, whose self-confidence was ruthlessly hit, agreed with my advice on the spot and said that he would conduct repeated clinical trials before consuming the Black Nightmare. He would not look for a Death Star until he obtained the most accurate experimental results. Conduct the ultimate self-experiment.

When we were leaving, I whispered a few words in Bakar's ear. After hearing this, Bakar nodded expressionlessly and asked me: "Really want to do this? Are you afraid that you will become Public enemy of Zephyr Continent?”

"What's the use of being afraid?" I sighed: "It's better to be a public enemy than to be a waste. If this matter doesn't get done, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up for a long time."

Tyrannosaurus King Bakar laughed loudly: "In this matter, you little guy is quite angry with me. You are right. If you put the dignity in front of you and the unknown threats in the future together, I will I will also choose dignity.”

"Hehe" I smiled and patted Bakar on the bird's back and said, "Okay, now that we have reached an agreement, I hope you won't break your promise."

"Hmph, I, the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, have never made a mistake before!" Bakar said proudly: "The dragon clan respects promises, and once promised, they will not hesitate to pay the price of their lives!"

After saying this, the golden light flashed, Bakar exited, and Seren returned.

After returning, Salem fell to the ground with a thump without even saying a word. He gasped for air with his mouth wide open, and hummed with his tongue hanging out: "Ha, ha, I'm so tired that I'm exhausted. Tell me, tell me." Me, what happened during this period?"

Squatting on the ground, I told it everything that had happened since Salem was possessed.

A light of admiration immediately appeared on Seren's weak face: "Ah! As expected of my lord! He can control this body to such an extent! Ah! Being able to be controlled by my lord in battle, this is simply my dragon life. The greatest glory! Long live our Lord! Long live the great Tyrannosaurus King Bakar!"

"Hey, let me tell you, aren't you cursing your master?" I spoke up in time to interrupt Salem.

Salem had a question mark on his face.

"Your master has lived for hundreds of millions of years at least, and you actually cursed him to live forever? Don't you think that your master should have been buried hundreds of millions of years ago?"

Seren looked frightened and looked around hastily, fearing that Bakar's will would emerge from any corner and teach this rebellious youngster a lesson.