The giant beast with brass scales hovered in the sky, and in the shadow cast by his wings, these gangster thugs who bullied the weak and feared the strong were huddled together. This scene beyond common sense made their arms riddled with poisonous drugs tremble.
"What's going on?" someone asked in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in his voice.
"It's a dragon... Lord, save me." A thug knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to his god.
They hadn't noticed yet that the dragon's power had quietly acted on them, causing their little courage to shrink into a ball.
Looking at the huddled human beings, the giant dragon in the sky seemed tired of this playful game. He raised his neck and let out a loud and deep roar that echoed in the empty environment.
Accompanied by the roar of the dragon, a group of monsters that can only exist in the deepest and darkest nightmares of mankind emerged from the sand dunes. They squirmed their tentacles, shrank their limbs, and made strange and disgusting screams like babies, slowly.
He crawled towards this group of people.
The limbs, facial features, and human internal organs were combined in an unscientific way to create this terrifying creature. Accompanied by the monster's strange screams, the strong thugs collapsed to the ground, but even so, they still
Struggling desperately to escape from the pursuit of these monsters.
The dragon seemed to find this scene very interesting. He folded his wings and landed, as if he was looking forward to the terrible and bloody comedy show that followed.
"Great dragon, show mercy." Frey knelt on the ground, trying to impress this weird dragon with his own words: "We just entered your territory by mistake and will leave soon."
Unexpectedly, Frey actually saw a trace of amusement on the dragon's face, and this anthropomorphic expression gave him hope of survival.
Accompanied by the giant dragon's roar, the strange creatures around them stopped and gently scratched the ground with their tentacles covered in mucus and soil, making strange chirping sounds.
Seeing that the giant dragon seemed to be able to understand human words, several thugs knelt on the ground and begged the dragon for mercy.
"Lord Dragon, please let us go."
"I'm willing to give you my treasure. How about this gold chain!"
"I can give you any number of princesses you want!"
"I...I have good happy things here, high-purity cocaine!"
The last guy held up half a bag of white powder. Unfortunately, the dragon probably didn't like his gift very much. After a low roar, the surrounding monsters swarmed up and swallowed up the poor addict.
The remaining people listened in fear to the screams from the squirming mass of flesh, and knelt on the ground for a second like a year until the monsters scattered, leaving only a pool of dark red blood on the ground, in yellow.
It is particularly obvious on the sand.
Several people looked at the horrific scene and wanted to scream like the most helpless women, but looking at the monsters around them, the screams were cut off in their necks, leaving only a few people with their mouths wide open.
"Tell me," a man's voice came from the dragon's terrifying mouth: "Who asked you to come and what are you here for?"
Frey swore that the sound was the sexiest, sweetest sound he had ever heard, because it meant they had a chance of survival.
He struggled to push through the crowd, not caring about the fishy smell emitted by the monsters around him, and knelt on the ground and shouted:
"I said, I know that it was the bishop who sent me.
Let's come here, enter the academy, steal things, and... set fires."
"Who is the bishop?" Long's words were without any emotion.
"The bishop is a big drug dealer in South America. He is the superior of my superior and is responsible for providing me with drugs."
"Looks like?" There was a trace of fluctuation in the dragon's words.
"I...I don't know. Bishops seem to be a group of people. They are different every time I see them, but they all ask me to call him bishop."
The giant dragon seemed to have gotten the information it wanted, and roared low. The monsters around it, which were like pieces of flesh, got the information from their master, and they all got into the sand and disappeared.
The giant dragon gracefully walked down the sand dunes and came to Frey and his party. He lowered his head. The terrifying lower jaw was only one step away from Frey's head.
"Is there more?" The dragon's hot breath sprayed on Frey's face, smelling of fire.
"No...no more, sir."
Frey knelt on the ground, his head pressed to the ground, his voice crackling with fear.
"Then you are useless." Hearing the dragon's words, Frey raised his head in confusion, only to see a line of flames piercing his skin and flesh like a sword.
A few seconds later, as the dragon stopped breathing, only a few pools of charred remains were left on the ground.
The dragon seemed to be very satisfied with his work and nodded slightly. The sand automatically covered the remains without wind, burying the last traces of Frey and others underground.
The giant dragon turned around and prepared to leave, but at this moment, murderous intent emerged. A black figure turned into a black line, and a dagger reflecting a strange light in his hand stabbed directly into the back of the dragon's head.
Even a powerful dragon can only be reborn after being stabbed in the vital part by an alchemical weapon.
Flames appeared vaguely in the dragon's mouth. He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't keep up with the speed. He could only watch the dagger pierce the back of his head.
Once the blow was successful, the assassin immediately ran away at a speed that was beyond normal. In an instant, he appeared in the distance, watching the poor dragon wailing, rolling, and finally died under the influence of the venom on the knife.
"As expected, the Secret Party is already ahead of us." The assassin looked at the collapsed dragon corpse in front of him: "They have successfully created a dragon. I want to..."
"What do you want?" A familiar and joking voice came from behind the assassin. The next second, a transparent long sword slashed at the assassin's defenseless right hand, cutting it off along with the weapon on it.
"Lu Ande!" The assassin turned his head and looked at the person who suddenly appeared behind him, forgetting the severe pain in his arm. The assassin's head was wrapped in black cloth, with only one eye exposed: "It's you again."
Ender looked at the assassin's one eye and seemed to think of something: "It's you, still doing the dragon vein business. By the way, do you still sell fish?"
"What we are pursuing is great evolution," the one eye was full of enthusiasm: "I didn't expect that the Secret Party was already ahead of us. It's really hypocritical. Aren't you going to slay the dragon?"
"Yeah, then you'd better open your last eyes and see what that is." Ender pointed at the dragon corpse that collapsed on the ground. Following his instructions, the surrounding scene slowly dissipated, and that
The killed dragon also turned invisible, leaving only a pile of rocks behind its huge body.
"Illusion." The assassin covered his injured right arm: "No wonder my moment doesn't work."
"Yeah, a little illusion can fool you all around. With your IQ, you can basically bid farewell to the criminal world." Ander was not polite to him. The assassin's speech spirit was Setsuna, and he had just activated it twice.
He could no longer resist.
Ander put away the Dingguo Sword, punched the opponent with his right hand, and struck the opponent in the abdomen. With a sharp pain like a needle, the assassin fell to the ground clutching his stomach.
"Bishop... I say hello to you," the assassin gasped in a low voice, painfully biting open the medicine hidden in his mouth. The evolutionary medicine called Dragon Vein flowed into his body, giving him the opportunity to activate his word spirit again.
At a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, the assassin in front of Ender lost track of him, and Ender waved his hand and looked at the EVA appearing next to him.
"Is the tracker on?"
"It's been installed." EVA held a virtual tablet in her hand, with another flashing red dot on it: "But Mr. Ander, your acting skills are too poor, and your leakage is too obvious."
"Really?" Ender spread his hands: "But it doesn't matter, that person's brain isn't very good anyway."