Wen Yao groped forward in the thick fog.
Chaos magical power fluctuations rushed from all directions, and the magical power detector hung around his waist had lost its function, and would only make intermittent sizzling noises.
Wen Yao felt dizzy because of the thicker and thicker fog surrounding it.
What I saw in my field of vision gradually turned into a double image, and the nose and mouth were filled with a strong smell of rust.
The thick white mist was almost solidified.
There was a vast white mist all around, and I couldn't see my fingers. I could only vaguely see more huge shadows passing by, but I couldn't catch them at all.
Wen Yao spit out a bloody saliva and closed her eyes.
The body habitually assumes the pre-fighting posture, and all the muscles on the body are taut, like a bowstring ready to go.
After losing sight, other sense organs are strengthened and become more acute.
She listened quietly, feeling the flow of air around her.
A gust of breeze ran gently behind his head.
-behind!
Wen Yao opened her eyes abruptly, her eyes flashed sharply, and her blood-stained teeth clenched.
The combat action has been done thousands of times long ago, and it has been deeply imprinted in the muscle memory, without any extra second of thinking, aiming smoothly and pulling the trigger.
The huge shadow stopped for a moment.
A shuttle of magical ammunition poured out, and gunfire echoed in the empty fog.
A look of consternation flashed across Wen Yao's eyes.
Although every bullet in the magazine shoots straight and precisely into the shadows, her instinct tells it—
Did not hit.
All fell through.
… what happened
Wen Yao gritted his teeth and quickly changed the ammo.
The empty magazine fell to the ground with a dull empty sound.
At this moment, the huge shadow not far away quickly approached, and then suddenly split into several completely different shadows!
Wen Yao saw clearly that the shadow was also foggy, but it was thicker than the body around it, and even had a vaguely specific shape, like a huge flying insect, and like a bat with spreading wings, and a hollow can be seen in the white mist. The eye sockets gleamed with a weird and crazy light, rushing towards Wen Yao from all directions!
Wen Yao's heart sank.
The monsters in front of them are like countless smaller creatures densely entangled together, like a swarm of bees. Although they have entities, neither blades nor bullets can hurt them.
She felt desperate.
At this moment, the white mist in front of me suddenly stopped for some reason.
The fog was like a heavy curtain, which could not be penetrated by any light, but somehow, behind the chaotic and viscous semi-liquid, a little golden red shimmer was lit up.
Wen Yao was startled.
She thought it was dazzling at first, but after blinking, the golden red became clearer and brighter, as if it could burn her eyeballs, and began to spread rapidly.
The sea of fog surging violently around him.
An indescribable scream sounded in Wen Yao's ears, like thousands of insects rubbing their wings, stern and sharp, as if countless needles were piercing her from all directions.
Wen Yao couldn't help but raise his hand to block his ears, arched his waist, so as to block the terrifying sound wave.
It was just a few seconds of distraction. When Wen Yao came back to his senses, she found that she was caught in a sea of flames.
The boiling lava flows under the feet, burning as if it has life.
The air was distorted by the high temperature, and the mist was swallowed little by little in the screaming scream, ignited, and fled towards the distance.
Wen Yao put down his hands in a daze, and looked up.
In the rare clear sky, a silver-white dragon flies, with beautifully curved wings spread out, and fire is reflected on the cold and hard scales. A pair of golden-red red pupils look down on the human beings on the ground condescendingly, looking ancient and old. Beautiful, there is a kind of terrible charm that fascinates people.
At that moment, Wen Yao felt her heartbeat stagnate for a moment.
"These mists pose no threat to mankind for the time being."
The dragon slowly fell, and the burning flame reflected in the vertical pupils: "Mu Heng is waiting for you outside."
Wen Yao fixedly looked at the dragon in front of him.
After a long time, she spit out two short words with difficulty:
"...Thanks a lot."
After speaking, she wiped off the blood from her mouth and nose, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the thin mist.
Wen Yao couldn't stay too long.
After all, she had to find her lost companion in the jungle before the fog rose.
Shi An retracted his gaze and looked in the direction where the magical power wave came from.
Not far from where he settled, there was a gap in the palm of his hand.
Strings of purple mist diffused from it, and the monsters in the mist that had just been burned out by the flames began to slowly gather again.
The breath is somewhat familiar.
Shi An raised his claws, and the sharp claws tore open the crack.
Just hearing a "crack" sound, the whole piece of ground was lifted up, revealing the lavender array below.
In the center of the circle is a shrunken, withered, semi-deformed limb.
In the meantime, the lines of the scales and sharp claw tips can be seen faintly.
Shi An was startled, and his narrow pupils subconsciously enlarged.
This is the stump of a dragon.
To be precise, it is a half claw tip.
At that moment, Shi An suddenly understood something.
Dragons respect their strength.
A dragon that will be killed by other races can only show that it is too weak and death is what it deserves.
When dragons die, the dragon flames in their bodies will lose control and burn from the inside out. This kind of cremation can liberate the dragon's soul from the confinement of the body.
Unless... is processed and crafted with special spells.
It can prevent cremation, preserve the dragon's body, including the powerful magic power contained therein, and use it in various experiments and spells.
However, if the corpse of a dragon is desecrated in this way, its soul will be bound to the mainland forever, and it will not be able to leave and enter the other world.
This is an insult.
The silver-white dragon lowered his eyes, and a ray of anger rose in his eyes. In a flash, he lit the golden and red eyes of the dragon, and engulfed the violent flames from his mouth.
But in a short time, the stump in front of him was annihilated in flames.
Shi An could feel the power of the strange dragon pouring into his body.
This is a young fire dragon that may be only a few thousand years old. The fragments of the soul and his magic touch briefly for a moment, and a faint red smoke of gunpowder rises.
Perhaps it was because I felt my long-lost family, it whirled around Shi'an's claw tip, and then slowly diffused into the sky.
However, Shi'an didn't have much pleasure in recovering his strength.
Shi An raised his head.
He could hear the remnants of the fire dragon scattered scattered in the mainland, and the souls imprisoned in them were crying far away and faintly.
It is crying, but also joyful.
-After being forgotten and tortured for tens of thousands of years, it was the first time that a family member heard its cry for help.
The silver-white dragon raised its head and let out a dragon groan of mourning.
Zhuo Fu in the research institute heard the siren of the instrument.
The magical power fluctuations on the screen broke through the limit, making harsh humming and screaming, and the entire laboratory was shrouded in a layer of dark red light.
What
What, what's going on
Zhuo Fu stumbled to the console and was about to take out the communicator to call Mu Heng, but before dialing the other party's number, a call with higher authority was urgently inserted into it.
The serious face of the director of the bureau appeared on the screen:
"Have an emergency meeting on the top floor, come on."
Zhuo Fu was taken aback: "What happened?"
"The dragon appeared." The director of the management bureau dropped four words concisely, and then cut off the video.
Zhuo Fu was surprised.
Grass.
what happened? ?
Is there something wrong with Mu Heng
He hurried to the meeting room on the top floor of the administration, while trying to contact Mu Heng.
However, after the administration had suffered a loss in the previous internal ghost incident, it was obvious that it had taken a series of preventive measures, including isolating the signal from the entire building in an emergency, and Zhuo Fu was completely unable to dial the other party's mobile phone.
"… Oh shit."
Zhuo Fu gritted his teeth and cursed in secret, opened the door and walked into the conference hall.
Except for Mu Heng, all the rest were present.
In other words, they have not had time to leave.
The eight people at the table all looked solemn, as if they were facing an enemy.
"What happened?" Zhuo Fu asked.
But no one answered his question, so he had to sit down in his seat full of doubts.
At this moment, an image appeared on the whole wall of the conference hall.
This is not an image transmitted through any communicator, but directly transmitted by magic.
A silver-white dragon appeared in front of everyone, and the eternal flames were shining in those red-gold vertical pupils. Even though they were thousands of miles away, they still suffocated all the human beings here, instinctively wanting. Desire to shrink.
Zhuo Fu could feel a nameless fear fermenting in his heart.
During this period of time, he has seen dragons of all kinds.
Those who were fighting, sleeping, lazily basking in the sun, even lying in Mu Heng's arms and acting like a baby.
But he has never seen...
Such an angry dragon.
"Humanity."
The dragon said:
"Because of the goodwill I have accumulated in the human world since I awakened from a deep sleep, before using the dragon flame to ignite your world, I propose a deal to you."
"First, some of my treasures are in your hands, and they need to be returned to their original owners.
Second, I believe that there is a fire dragon skull that is imprisoned by powerful spells 100 meters below the ground of your administration. Give it to me. "
He stared at the people in front of him with those flame-like eyes, as if he could penetrate steel, walls, and flesh, directly igniting the human soul:
"In exchange, not only will I not destroy your world, but I will even kindly help you destroy all restrictions.
If you reject my proposal, my last patience with mankind will also be exhausted.
Of course, banning me will still destroy it.
But the first point I will never observe again, the flames of the dragon will descend with anger. "
The dragon paused, thinking of something, and continued:
"And, I will take one of you as a trophy."
Zhuo Fu: "..."
There was a sudden ominous premonition in his heart.
"From today, Mu Heng will become my possession."
Pre-inspection.
The crowd in the conference hall was in an uproar.
"We can't agree to its requirements. This is an insult to human dignity!"
"This condition is unacceptable..."
"How does it know that the skull is there?"
"This is a threat! A naked threat!"
"If you want me to say, let's leave this to Chief Mu..."
"Yes! He is the bloodline of a dragon slayer. He will definitely kill the dragon and kill this threat in the cradle."
"As for those restrictions, there must be a way to hand them over to the Combat Division under Chief Mu..."
Zhuo Fu looked at the conference hall in front of him, and suddenly had an extremely absurd illusion.
It's almost like... a fairy tale I read when I was young.
The evil dragon snatched the princess and threatened to burn the kingdom to fire.
It cannot be said that there is no connection, it can only be said that they are exactly the same.
The Director of the Management Bureau spoke: "In that case, let's vote for it."
There are nine people in total, and the votes cannot be tied.
Except for Zhuo Fu abstaining, all the other eight people voted against it.
"In that case, then we all made a decision..."
Before the Director of the Administration had finished speaking, a signal was suddenly cut into the screen again.
After a brief fluctuation, the silver-haired man appeared on the screen, a pair of azure blue eyes looked at him silently.
"Sir Mu! We are worried that we won't be able to contact you..."
The director of the management bureau was interrupted by Mu Heng before he finished speaking.
The other party's voice was low and calm, and said lightly:
"I vote for."
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