When I woke up from the dream, I saw an ugly monster rushing towards me with its bloody mouth open. Any normal person would make some drastic actions, and of course dragons are no exception.
So facing the Yamata-no Orochi that rushed towards him, Ender clenched his fists, united his waist and horse, and used his belt and arms. The next moment, the giant dragon iron fist with the sound of breaking the wind hit the Yamata-no Orochi's jaw hard.
"Gas..."
The giant snake's skulls let out an unpleasant neighing sound, and one of the heads was raised high. Ender took the opportunity to leap up. The place was narrow and not suitable for fighting, and Ender had no energy to protect others during the battle.
For dragons, the sky is the real battlefield.
Ender's body turned into a giant brass dragon in mid-air. He retracted his wings and dived towards the Yamata no Orochi on the ground. His back claws were already ready to grab the seven inches of the snake's head in the middle.
"Mr. Ender, you are indeed the forerunner of our generation," a human voice came from the leftmost head of the giant snake: "But I don't understand why you have to become such a weak existence?"
Facing Ender's dragon claw, the giant snake refused to dodge, but the air around Ender became thicker, wrapping Ender's body like a gel, slowing down his flying speed.
At this moment, the big snake moved its head slightly, dodging Ender's claw attack calmly, and then said: "Compared with the body of the White King, you are only a second-generation species. The gap between the second-generation species and the first-generation species, you
You understand."
The dragon broke through the obstacles and hovered over Mount Fuji. The magic power around it gathered, and the sea of fire collided with the heavy rain, creating a white mist like a jade belt surrounding the mountainside of Mount Fuji.
"You really dare to say that," the giant dragon said in a low Chinese language: "An eight-headed monster without wings. You can't even fly in the sky, so how can you have the nerve to say that you are a dragon?"
Ender's words seemed to greatly stimulate the squirming Yamata no Orochi below. In the Dragon Clan's world view, having one's wings ripped off is the greatest punishment, and not being able to fly is a thorn in King Bai's heart.
The giant snake spit out obscure dragon words, and the domain of the word spirit expanded. The Yamata no Orochi used its extra heads to bite the surrounding air that had become viscous under the action of the word spirit, and borrowed power from the surrounding air.
Climbing up little by little.
"This is too stupid," Ender spat out flames in disgust, flapped his wings and flew towards the Yamata no Orochi: "And it's too slow, let me help you!"
A line of flame breath spurted out from Ender's mouth, like a whip made of flames, which struck the Yamata no Orochi hard. The whip body made of flames was embedded in the white scales of the snake, burning the flesh and blood under the scales.
"Ouch!"
The eight snake heads roared violently in unison, flying high under Ender's flames. The golden light in their eyes surged, and the spirit of words chanted from the eight heads at the same time.
Ender felt as if there were countless monsters screaming in his ears. The harsh sound penetrated into his brain from the ear canal, causing him to tremble from the horns on his head to the tail behind him, and his pupils were like metal balls.
It was full of blood, and the body that was rushing forward also stopped.
"Damn, is this...spirit?"
Ender gasped and said feebly, and the Yamata no Orochi lifted up the eight identical heads, bit the hardened air around them, and crawled towards Ender like a spider.
"Mr. Ender, you look too weak compared to a real dragon." The man's voice became weird, his tone was indistinguishable from male to female, and his tone also became weird.
Ender shook his stinging head and stared viciously at the Yamata no Orochi crawling over: "You monster without wings, how can you criticize me?"
Gu Chen
call!
The wings flapped, and magic power surged out of Ender's body. The giant brass dragon was surrounded by flames, and rushed towards the pale serpent like a fireball. The Yamata Orochi also stretched its head to meet Ender's blow.
boom!
The air waves surged, and the flames and rain inspired the boundless white mist, which spread out under the collision of violent force, revealing the two ends of the entangled giant.
The twisted body of the Yamata no Orochi was entangled with Ender's body, its snake-like flesh tightly tied Ender's torso, its eight heads biting Ender's wings, limbs and tail, and Ender also bit eight of them.
A head of the Great Snake.
The two parties were entangled, Ender's claws tearing at the strong trunk of the Yamata no Orochi, and the Yamata no Orochi was tightening more and more, its white and golden scales entangled, causing tiny sparks to rub off.
"Mr. Ander, I now have eight heads..." The only free head of the Yamata no Orochi suddenly spoke, opening its large mouth with fangs, and biting the long neck that Ender was proud of.
Ouch!
Ander raised his head and let out a cry of pain, then gritted his teeth and said fiercely from between his teeth: "But my meat is not so easy to eat!"
The element of fire emerged from Ender's flesh, a power only available to those powerful brass dragons:
Burning blood!
By pumping fire into the blood, it increases the temperature of its own blood, not only burning the enemies that bite it, but also burning its own flesh and blood.
At that moment, Yamata no Orochi felt that what he had bitten was not ordinary flesh and blood, but the magma underground. The hot blood spurted out from the bite wound, burning the fragile mouth of Yamata no Orochi and the venom it secreted.
The flames overflowed from the mouth of Yamata-no-Orochi, and then turned into ropes and wrapped around the neck of Yamata-no-Orochi.
"Give it to me, come down!"
The brass dragon roared, and the rope made of flames was like a rein, pulling the Yamata-no-Orochi out of Ander's body. The dragon grabbed the malformed lower body of the Yamata-Orochima and slammed the monster into the woods of Mount Fuji below.
middle.
"I tell you, in my world, there are as many stars as there are guys who are more talented than this brass dragon like me." Flame brewed in Ender's mouth again, and a linear dragon's breath thrust downward like a sword.
The fallen Yamata no Orochi.
"But guys like you don't understand," Ander then swooped down and penetrated the Yamata no Orochi's head with his front claws. Black blood protruded from between the claws, exuding an unpleasant smell. Ender raised his head high
Roared: "If you don't think your body is perfect, how can you be called a dragon!"
It is recorded in the Book of Dragons that metal dragons are a kind of proud creatures. They are extremely proud of their bodies that come from gods. Every metal dragon feels that their body is perfect.
Even if there are time dragons, power dragons and other creatures with far greater potential than metal dragons in the world, they will not feel inferior to their own bodies. This supreme confidence in themselves is the core quality of being a dragon.