Seeing Froz wrapped in twisted steam in front of him, the soldier who had been completely knocked down spat out weak contempt from his mouth.
As for the material world, strictly speaking it cannot be defined as a completely peaceful world.
In fact, for the evil and good instincts of human beings, war may never be eliminated.
And for the mortal beings who cannot feel all this, it is because they live in a peaceful country...
In the smoke-filled areas of this world, fire and blood illustrate the wild and primitive animal nature!
"Monster? Maybe..."
Froze looked at the soldiers in front of him. Their guns were still causing very fatal injuries to him.
But compared to the threat of guns, their lives are simply...
Weak!
A trace of twisted high temperature made a sizzling sound on Froze's hand, that was enough deadly steam!
Yes, when the crazy, violent dragon blood was integrated into his body, he was no longer the pure human being he once was...
He can shoot scalding flames and control them.
He knew that this should be the lower bloodline ability inherited from the 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:
He is a brainless, cruel thug.
Before being integrated into the dragon blood, he was a person from a lower caste who successfully obtained higher education and excelled in it.
Judging from the current background of his country, this not only requires sufficient wisdom and will of the individual, but also requires the favor of fate.
For such a being, he knows that if he uses his power, he can obtain a more terrifying strike effect.
Through lengthy manipulations in underground caves, he gradually mastered how to use his fire abilities to create deadly high-temperature areas.
Froze knew that his form of ability development was obviously no threat to those truly powerful beings.
But for mortals with relatively weak vitality, this high-temperature area that can easily distort the air is enough to make them die painfully.
The strength and fragility of life have always been something that needs to be measured...
Froz stood up, and at this time, a small town located in the corner of the war-torn place in the material world had been completely captured by him!
His soldiers looked at their leader with fear.
Yes, for this land, madness cannot fully explain it.
When it was focused here by the wolves of the world, it was destined to never calm down.
For Froze, 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, he can occupy his own space in it, or just one paragraph is enough!
"Chief, we have obtained new information.
Just as Froz was thinking deeply about his future expectations, one of his scouts ran over.
Froz took the information and looked at it, and his vertical eyes suddenly became excited!
A ball of blazing flames burned the piece of paper with certain information in his hand to ashes!
"Let's go! How can they deserve to control such a life!"
Without any hesitation, Froz led the soldiers directly towards the distance.
And in a more distant area, some kind of faint, but also howling with the aura of some kind of apex predator kept ringing in the iron cage!
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"Monks! Ancient dragons will destroy those who dare to hunt them!"
The already weak Golden Dragon King Soul looked at the super giant eight-armed monk in front of him.
It knows that it may not be able to escape the fate of destruction this time.
A long time ago, it had already died once in the battle with the beings in the outer world.
Regarding death, the Soul of the Golden Dragon King is not afraid or panicked.
But when a thing exists, whether it is made of flesh and blood or a fusion of negative energy.
Destruction and death are always worth trying every means to escape.
As for the soul of the Golden Dragon King, it cannot explain what death feels like.
Perhaps it was a sleep that seemed extremely long even for a giant dragon.
Or perhaps, it is the fleeting time of ten thousand years...
When the boundaries between black and white are confused, who knows what it will be like next time we see the light of day again?
"Hunting? No, I am not a dragon hunter, although I do know one such being."
Yi Qiu looked at the soul of the Golden Dragon King, which had completely lost its resistance, and moved his eyes to the other side:
There, Piccolo, enveloped in green evil energy, nodded to him.
"Lies are meaningless. I have already smelled the strong resentment of the dragon in you."
"Do you think that just a mortal being trying to master evil energy can wake me up?"
The Soul of the Golden Dragon King ignored Bikkos who was heading towards it, and focused all its last energy on Yi Qiu.
Deep down in his heart, the Golden Dragon King's soul doesn't feel very angry towards Yi Qiu now.
Maybe before it was alive, it was still interested in fighting with him.
But now, after a long period of death, it has become very weak...
"Dragon's Resentment?"
Yi Qiu shook his head, this was obviously some kind of obscure magic mark.
Magic marks that do not have too many functions are actually not that easy to clean.
Because of the special nature of their basic mission, designers often put a lot of effort into their concealment.
Against special magic marks, simple purification procedures do not have much effect.
Especially for simple magic marks used for identification, sometimes it can be very troublesome.
Just like a sticky object that emits a peculiar smell, no matter how small it is.
But as long as it doesn't exceed a certain limit, it can always be found.
But for an adhesive that is colorless and odorless and does not cause any tactile impact, it seems a bit troublesome.
Sometimes, simple observation methods are not very useful for this kind of magic mark.
To completely remove them requires a more complicated process.
Of course, for Yi Qiu, except for those magic marks that lock the plane information, he rarely cares about these now.
After all, he has not yet removed the marks given to him by those evil creatures.
"I just want to get food..."
Yi Qiu looked at the soul of the Golden Dragon King, and there was no cruel or wanton wave in his eyes.
As he stated, his act of killing the dragon was not based on the other party's evil characteristics or wealth.
But because: they are indeed good high-level magic ingredients...
"If I had met you tens of thousands of years ago, I would have fought you. If I could win, I would have eaten you alive - this is my highest respect for the strong..."
"It's a pity that I have no 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? What a good idea. That's why my evil power comes..."
On the other side, Bixx unleashed his evil power on the soul of the Golden Dragon King.
Suddenly, a green light and a suppressed roar gradually spread in the depths of the Dragon Kingdom...