Ryder kicked the bag on the ground with his soft and furry rabbit feet, with a little pride on his face.
"Remember? That bear... no, that silver dragon (referring to Elaine) knocked the dark gold dragon to the ground and peeled off the dark gold dragon's armor. At that time, I thought, if I don't take this dragon armor
Taking it away will only cause endless trouble. So------"
The werewolf boy's eyes widened: "So you stole the dragon armor."
"You are such a genius!" Tristan rushed over and hugged the rabbit, taking the opportunity to touch it non-stop, "That's great, you have done a great job!"
"Ouch! Stop! Don't touch my tail! Let me go!" Ryder started the cycle of struggling desperately from the arms of the fish-man prince again.
"If this was peeled off from that dragon-----" Bediwell (Albert)'s expression changed: "Isn't it possible that it's still attached------?"
The werewolf boy was only halfway through his words when the big bag started to move.
Yes, there are still dark slime molds left on the dragon armor, and those things are still active to a certain extent! Now Ryder took it out of his pocket again, and under stimulation, he began to struggle violently!
"Oh, my God! It's alive!" Palamedes exclaimed, immediately raising his weapon and preparing to fight!
Bang! Tristan was already one step ahead, and the silver spear in his hand hit the bag.
Buzz!! Super vibrations were transmitted to the bag, echoing everywhere in the dragon armor. The scales collided fiercely with each other, making a harsh sharp sound!
"Ouch!" Among the people present, Palamedes had the sharpest hearing, so he was also the most affected. He covered his ears with his hands and still felt uncomfortable, and shouted quickly: "Hurry up! It's not okay yet."
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"One more moment." Tristan still didn't want to let go of the spear.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz! The high-frequency vibration was like supersonic waves, making everyone present almost vomit.
After holding on for nearly a minute, Tristan took back his spear and said, "Okay, all those slime molds should be dead."
Anzi is most afraid of high-frequency vibrations and high temperatures. Under this "ultrasonic disinfection", the dark slime mold stuck in the bag should be completely dead.
Everyone turned their attention to Ryder the Bunnyman again.
"Rabbit, take off your shirt." Palamedes ordered in a cold tone.
Ryder's face turned pale, and he had a bad premonition: "Don't you think--"
Palamedes had already pushed Ryder down, made the rabbit face up, and took off the rabbit's sailor uniform: "Just for safety."
"Don't worry, it will be over soon." A mischievous smile appeared on Tristan's face.
He aimed at the subspace pocket on Ryder's abdomen, raised his spear, and inserted it deeply!
"Ouch!" Ryder gasped, feeling a strong numbness spreading throughout his body, starting from his abdomen and spreading throughout his body!
Something spurted out of his body - the rabbit vomited. He foamed at the mouth and lost consciousness in the inexplicable pleasure.
"Uh, I messed up." Tristan pulled out his spear, "Is it my fault?"
"You are indeed a devil." Palamedes snickered, as if it had nothing to do with him. He walked over and looked through the dragon armor in the bag to see if there was anything worth keeping.
"Such good dragon scales, let's make them into a set of armor." Tristan drooled looking at the dragon armor.
Even though it has been polluted by darkness, the golden armor of Xinghui Dragon still exudes a beautiful, soft and noble golden light as always.
Its surface is as smooth as silk and as flat as a mirror, which is proof of its ultra-high hardness - almost no substance in the world can scratch it, let alone cause it to break. Even in a strong attack
If slight damage occurs, the dragon armor's self-regeneration ability will repair the damage instantly.
This is the ultimate weapon material that many people dream of, and the armor made with it will definitely reach the legendary level.
Moreover, thanks to this dragon armor, Tristan and the others suffered a lot when they attacked the [Link] base. If they don't make good use of this dragon armor, it might be difficult to relieve their hatred.
"You can use it to make armor. But this armor belongs to Arthur." Palamedes knew that Tristan wanted to take advantage, and immediately looked at the fish-man prince with contempt:
"The dragon scales come from Arthur's mount Evil Star, and they should be returned to them. Moreover, such good armor can only exert its greatest power when worn on Arthur."
Arthur once used the Black Dragon Armor to combine with the evil star to transform into the Fusion Dragon Armor. Using the excellent performance of the Fusion Dragon Armor, Arthur defeated Palamedes twice in a row.
Although he was very reluctant, Big Cat had to admit that Arthur's fused dragon armor was very powerful.
What Arthur used for fusion at that time was the black dragon armor made from the scales of the old black dragon Smoker.
As the evil star of the red fire dragon*, it is not of the same origin as the black dragon, so the effect of the fusion is compromised.
(*Note: The evil star did not transform at that time. The evil star absorbed the power of the white frost dragon fairy Via in the pure land of Elison and finally transformed into the star glow dragon.)
If you use these dragon scales to make dragon armor, the fusion effect will definitely be more powerful, just like the power of the evil star is completely penetrated into Arthur.
Arthur will be stronger, and his ability to fight [darkness] will increase a bit.
------Of course, that will happen in the future. Processing dragon armor is very time-consuming and nerve-wracking, and only Vivian in the world can do it. And Vivian is currently busy with the preparation of [neutralizer]
It goes on and on and there is no time to worry about it.
In any case, this set of "Star Dragon Armor" cannot keep up with the battle for the wall of the world. There is no point in thinking about it now.
So, Palamedes let out a long sigh: "Let's put aside the armor issue for now. Let's focus on what we can do first---everyone eats well."
Drink well, rest well, and be mentally prepared for the next battle.
We will only wait for six hours. We will set off on time at four o'clock tomorrow morning. Regardless of whether Arthur comes to help or not, we will start attacking the wall of the world."
"Yes, I really hope I can believe what the old man said." Tristan walked away a few steps, still dissatisfied about the armor.
But he knew that protesting was useless, so he had to go to rest. "Is there really an entrance to the wall of the world? Can we really enter its control room? This all sounds like a fantasy."
"It's not a question of [believe it or not]." Palamedes shrugged, "it's a matter of [must believe]. If even this last resort is lost, the wall of the world will definitely be opened by Morgan.
Our world will surely be destroyed.
Either way, it's death. I'd rather bet on this last possibility. ------Stop talking, let's all go and rest. We'll wait on the [Silver Shadow]."
What awaits them is the final battle, a battle for the world wall that is related to the survival of the world.
After this war, how many people present will survive?
And thanks to this idiot Ivan, the Knight King Arthur didn't even know such important military information, and was busy setting off to Germany to fight against that crazy orc army.
The gears of fate began to turn crazily in the wrong direction.