Going back to a few minutes ago, the moment Jörmungandr stepped into the ice cellar, the alchemical matrix inside began to move crazily.
The world is changing. The alchemical matrix with Ender's magic added is more deadly than in the original work. It is combined with the dragon's lair environment and turns into a Jörmungandr trapped by the environment.
Monsters that would only appear in fantasy stories appeared on the sand one after another. The gravel under her feet rotated and turned into endless quicksand, trapping her body in it.
But will Jormungandr, the king of earth and mountains, be trapped by such a thing?
of course not!
Gently raise your fingers and open your wrist, black and red blood gushes out from it. Contained in the blood is the powerful power of the king of the earth and the mountain. When the black and red blood drips on the ground, the world also
Change.
The academy's alchemy matrix made an overwhelmed sound. Buried underground, the world's second largest mercury lake used to drive the alchemy array began to evaporate. The two forces continued to collide underground. Then with a roar, the illusion disappeared, and those evil spirits disappeared.
The monster also dissipated unwillingly in the wind, revealing what was hidden behind it.
It was a bronze door, with a strange smiling face embossed on the door, looking at Jormungandr in front of her with a bit of ridicule. She could feel the life contained in it.
It's really arrogant for humans to use living creatures to guard the door.
Jörmungandr raised his arm and was about to wipe the blood on the door when he saw the bronze door tremble and rise upward with an unpleasant creaking sound, revealing what was behind it.
Jormungandr stepped forward, his voice low, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone: "We met again, I still remember that we fought with blood...what the hell?"
At the end of the road surrounded by countless sculptures, there was a strange cross on an altar, with a human body, a dragon's head, and a pair of crystallized wings. The entire cross exuded the brilliance of gems.
The terrifying power exuded from it reminded Jormungandr of her brother, the Lord of Fire Norton. His breath was filled with the smell of fire, but what was this cross?
The dragon bone cross is not such a thing. Jörmungaja knows very well that there is no trace of flesh and blood on it. It seems to be a work of art carved from precious jade. The monster with the human body and the head of a dragon is hung on the cross, just like the one in the Christian church.
The Son is bearing the sins of mankind.
Under such strange facts, even Jörmungandr hesitated for a moment, but at this moment of hesitation, the bronze door behind him slammed down, sealing Jörmungandr inside.
In the darkness, the surrounding statues moved their bodies. They had been waiting for this day for so long that they lost consciousness, and then were awakened again, but the pain of being made into living beings continued to circulate in their memories.
Now, they want to take revenge on the past ruler and use their bodies turned into stone statues to seek justice from the Dragon King.
A statue of a girl took out a Viking battle ax from under her body, and stood in front of Jörmungandr just like the warrior she once was. Her consciousness as a living creature told him that the person in front of him was terrifyingly strong, but after being trained by Ander,
He is fearless.
"Death!" the second housekeeper of the dragon lair, the stone sculpture Lorelei, roared angrily, leading the countless living statues in the lair to attack Jörmungandr: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time!"
"Shut up!" Facing the tidal wave of stone statues, Jörmungandr turned around and uttered two cold words. They were not words spoken coquettishly by a girl, but an irresistible order from the king.
More than two-thirds of the stone statues were stunned on the spot, daring not to move at all. However, there were always strong people who could break through the Dragon King's orders. The rage of revenge in their hearts had surpassed their living instincts.
Lorelei took the lead, leaping high into the air, and the ax in her hand fell from the sky like a mountain god's axe, and hit Jörmungandr's head.
But how could a living creature created by the Dragon Clan be able to defeat the Dragon King?
The light flashed between the two people. It was the light of death. A violent shock wave swept across all directions starting from Jörmungandr. The barely supported stone statue seemed vulnerable in the face of such power.
Lorelai's stone body flew high into the sky and smashed into the door, breaking into three pieces. The trace of agility in her eyes gradually dissipated, and the door let out a wail, but then moved down a few points, completely locking the place.
Jörmungandr was about to deliver the final blow to these living beings, but behind him, the dragon bone cross emitted a red and white light, and a magic circle that seemed to appear in a movie appeared at Jörmungandr's feet, and a streak of
A chain glowing with magical light sprang out from it and wrapped around Jormungandr's leg.
The surrounding broken stone statues also emitted a faint brilliance, and the living things inside were flickering, turning into fulcrums, making the formation more stable.
"You smashed some of my favorites, Miss Xia Mi..." A long sigh sounded from behind Jormungandr: "Or, should I call you, Jormungandr?"
Jormungandr turned around. She expected to see Ander's figure in rustic clothes, but instead she saw a dragon head sticking out from the darkness, which belonged to a brass dragon.
The former Dragon King was stunned. She felt an aura from Ander's body that did not belong to any dragon clan. Whether it was the moment she was created or in the thousands of years that followed, she had never seen such a dragon clan.
.
"What on earth are you?" Jormungandr's voice contained an undue shock: "You shouldn't exist like this..."
"Sorry, I'm not a thing, I'm a dragon."
"Just you?"
"It's up to me." Ender didn't talk nonsense to her. He grabbed the dragon bone cross with his claws, and the magic power was swirling around. The magic circle under Jörmungandr's feet finally showed its fangs, and the magic power in it was consumed like a millstone.
Touching Jörmungandr's flesh and blood, the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts came from the soles of her feet.
"Ouch!"
Jörmungandr let out a painful roar. She raised her dragon-shaped arm and smashed it against the giant dragon lying in front of her. The arm passed across with the sound of howling wind, and then...
Ding!
Being blocked by someone, Angers stood in front of Jörmungandr, with the folding knife in his hand blocking her wrist. The huge force made Angers frown, and he used his skill to block the fatal blow.
Jormungandr knew that if she did not deal with the two people in front of her, she might die here. This was a premonition, a premonition from the Dragon King.
Her attacks became more and more crazy. Ange activated his word spirit, and his voice was like a butterfly piercing flowers, resisting every attack of the opponent. The king of the mountain who controls the earth has a huge advantage in strength, and the opponent's attacks are like the most powerful ones.
An excellent warrior, all kinds of power came through his attacks one after another, making Ange's wrists numb.
The war situation was at a stalemate, and Angers was actually at a disadvantage in this confrontation.