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Chapter 38: Eat my hammer!

Ender's huge body quickly shrank and transformed into a human form again in a burst of light.

This wooden nine-story pagoda looks so abrupt in this place. It is surrounded by empty stone floors. Only here stands an ancient oriental building.

The tower is made of wood and has nine floors. It uses a common mortise and tenon structure in ancient times. The interaction between wooden buckles creates a beautiful tower eaves.

Ander walked over the high threshold and entered the tower. The space inside was not large. On the stone floor, there was a small fountain, and some kind of black substance was surging in the fountain.

Friedrich walked over and gently touched the gushing spring water with his hand. The black substance stuck to his hand and dripped to the ground, forming water droplets on the smooth stone ground.

flows back into the fountain.

There were countless bronze chains hanging on the ceiling, and the ends of the chains were barbs that shone with cold light. Ender felt like a fish in a fish pond, facing the hooks of countless fishermen.

"This is the dragon vein, a legendary miracle that can protect a country."

Friedrich stretched out his forked tongue like a snake and licked the mucus on his fingers selflessly, as if the disgusting black mucus was some kind of nectar.

Ender looked at this small pool of black mucus, and never imagined that the dragon vein that the world would miss so much would be such a small fountain.

"This small pool of dragon veins was refined using the blood of tens of thousands of mixed-race species."

Friedrich sucked the mucus off his fingers and said to Ender

Ender looked at his ugly appearance and asked:

"Is this what made you look like this?"

Friedrich grinned, as if trying to pull out a smile. He did not answer Ender's question, but said to himself.

"You know how they make so many Deadpools?"

"As long as an ordinary person is fed a drop of this dragon vein, he can become a deadpool."

"How glorious! These lowly creatures should have such an opportunity."

Friedrich spoke lightly, seeming to think it was an honor for a person to become a walking deadpool.

"Those despicable creatures do not have a strong will, but I have swallowed hundreds of times the dose of dragon vein and still maintain my sanity."

Friedrich straightened up and showed Ender his current state: sharp claws, pitted skin, skin covered with dragon scales, deformed dragon horns on his head that seemed incompletely developed, and tattered flesh behind his back.

wing.

The once thick blond hair has completely fallen off, revealing pitted scalp and proliferated dragon horns. His face is covered with sarcoma, mixed with dragon scales. Friedrich, the once handsome German young man, has turned into an ugly man.

monster.

"Did you know? Mr. Ender... the alchemy circle of Dragon Vein was once the execution ground used by the ancient dragon clan to kill their compatriots. They imprisoned those guilty compatriots and extracted their blood to make new elixirs for recycling."

"One drop of dragon vein... one drop of dragon vein made my speech spirit evolve..."

"And now with the help of these dragon veins, I am no less than a real dragon!"

Friedrichs roared, and the door of the wooden tower was closed in an instant, leaving the tower in darkness.

Friedrich's figure disappeared in Ender's eyes and turned into a black shadow. His speaking spirit had evolved into a dark light, and the light distorted by the speaking spirit made his figure invisible.

I hate these sneaking rogues the most. After all, no mage or warlock wants a dagger to suddenly appear on his back.

"This is what you want, kill me and then devour me. Aren't you surrendering to the dragon clan?"

Ender stood calmly, knowing that he could not act rashly in this situation.

Sounds came from all directions, and Friedrich's voice was like two pieces of hard metal colliding together, making an unpleasant friction sound.

"It is the nature of dragons to betray their masters and devour their own kind."

The Black King was betrayed by his four subordinate monarchs. He was killed in a war with the traitors and has been sleeping until now.

The Dragon Clan once enslaved the hybrids, but was finally betrayed by the hybrids.

Friedrich was right, the dragon clan's blood bond was not unbreakable, and the only thing that could stop the dragon clan's desire to devour its own kind was strength.

Only by devouring each other can we become stronger.

In Friedrich's opinion, Ender was just a fifth or sixth generation species with a thin bloodline, because in the battle on the cruise ship, Ender used only physical power, and the only magic he displayed was a wall of fire.

So Friedrich believed that Ender was just an ordinary dragon whose speech spirit was not powerful, and with the help of the alchemy formation in the pagoda and his elusive speech spirit, it was not difficult for him to defeat Ander.

As long as you kill him, you can truly evolve into a noble dragon.

If Ender knew what he was thinking, he would probably be angry at Friedrich's narrow-minded ideas. It's just that the evocation system is used less. Who said that warlocks must use long-range? I just like melee combat.

?

I'm so out of breath, when can I stand up in close combat?

But at this moment, Ander didn't pay attention to this. He stood there motionless. As the saying goes, if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I will move. Ander knew clearly that as a wanderer who could sneak, Friedrich himself

Of course, a spellcaster cannot compete with his speed.

The brute strength of the bull, the endurance of the bear, the insight of the owl, the cunning of the fox, the power of great strength, the stone skin...

Ender's figure quietly grew larger, and a dragonborn about two meters tall with a dragon's head and body appeared. This form did not have the wings of a giant dragon, but it was more powerful.

When I add the buff, you'll be dead.

On the stone floor, as Friedrich disappeared into a black smoke, a red alchemy circle gradually unfolded.

The bronze chains hanging from the ceiling seemed to be injected with life, whistling towards Ender.

"Mr. Ander, do you know the name of this tower? It's called the Demon Locking Tower."

Friedrich's voice came again, this time his voice became more unclear, like the squirming of flesh and blood.

"Those chains are specially prepared for creatures like you."

"Monster Locking Tower? Legend of Sword and Fairy Tales Copyright Warning."

Ender said unintelligible words, but his hand movements were not slow. His staff drew an arc and blocked the incoming chains.

"Do you know how a spellcaster can add points?"

Ender asked, Friedrich said nothing.

"Flash Technique!"

A bright light flashed, and the dark room was illuminated in an instant.

Even though Friedrich's body had mutated, he still needed to use vision to detect, and the strong light made him scream in pain.

Ander was already ready to go. He raised the staff he got from the Lu family and threw it at the vague shadow.

Eat my sledgehammer!


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