Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 178 Bishop
The brass-scaled behemoth circled the sky, and in the shadow cast by his wings, these bully gangsters huddled together, a scene beyond common sense that made their drug-ridden arms tremble.

"What's going on here?" Someone asked in a low voice, with a tremor in his tone.

"It's a dragon... Lord, please help me." A thug knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to his god.

They haven't realized yet that the might of the giant dragon has quietly acted on them, making them shrink into a ball with their few bravery.

Looking at the huddled human beings, the giant dragon in the sky seemed to be tired of this kind of play. He raised his neck and let out a loud and deep roar, which echoed in the empty environment.

Accompanied by the roar of the giant dragon, a group of monsters that would only exist in the deepest and darkest human nightmare emerged from the sand dunes. They squirmed their tentacles, shrank their limbs, and made strange and disgusting baby-like screams, slowly crawled towards the group of people.

Limbs, facial features, and human internal organs were combined in an unscientific way to create this terrifying creature. Accompanied by the strange screams of monsters, those strong thugs collapsed to the ground, but even so, they still Struggling desperately, trying to escape the hunt of these monsters.

The dragon seemed to find this scene amusing, and he folded his wings and landed, as if anticipating the terrible and bloody comedy that would follow.

"Great dragon, please show mercy." Frey knelt on the ground, trying to impress this weird giant dragon with his own words: "We just strayed into your territory and will leave immediately."

Unexpectedly, Frey actually saw a trace of playfulness on the dragon's face, and this anthropomorphic expression made him see the hope of life.

With a roar from the giant dragon, the weird creatures around stopped, using their mucus-covered, sand-stained tentacles to lightly swipe across the ground, making weird grunting noises.

Seeing that the dragon seemed to understand human beings, several thugs knelt on the ground and pleaded with the dragon.

"Master Dragon, please let us go."

"I'd like to give you my baby, how about this gold chain!"

"I can give you as many princesses as you want!"

"I... I have happy good things here, high-purity cocaine!"

The last guy held up half a pack of white powder, but the dragon probably didn't like his gift very much. After a low growl, the surrounding monsters rushed up and swallowed the poor junkie.

The rest of the people listened to the screams from the wriggling lumps of flesh in fear, and knelt on the ground like years until the monsters scattered, leaving only a pool of dark red blood on the ground, in yellow It is very obvious on the sandy ground.

Several people watched the terrifying scene and wanted to scream like the most helpless woman, but looking at the monsters around them, the scream was cut off at the neck, leaving only a few people with their mouths open.

"Tell me," a man's voice came out of the dragon's terrible mouth: "Who sent you here, and what are you here for?"

Frey swears it's the sexiest, best-sounding voice he's ever heard, because it means they have a lifeline.

He struggled to push through the crowd, not caring about the fishy smell from the surrounding monsters, knelt on the ground and shouted:

"I said, I know all about it, the bishop sent me.

Let's come here, go inside the academy, steal stuff, and... set fire to it. "

"Who is the bishop?" Long's words were without a trace of emotion.

"The bishop is a big drug dealer in South America. He is the superior of my superior and is responsible for providing me with drug drugs."

"Look?" There was a trace of fluctuation in the dragon's words.

"I... I don't know. The bishop seems to be a group of people. Every time I see it is different, but they all let me call him the bishop."

The giant dragon seemed to have got the information it wanted, and let out a low growl. The monsters like lumps of meat around got the news from their master, and one after another got into the sand and disappeared.

The dragon gracefully walked down the sand dune, came to Frey and his party, lowered its head, the terrifying jaw was only one step away from Frey's head.

"Is there any more?" The dragon's scorching breath sprayed on Frey's face, with the smell of flames.

"No...no sir."

Frey was on his knees, his head pressed to the ground, his voice crackling with terror.

"Then you are useless." Hearing what the dragon said, Frey raised his head suspiciously, but saw a thread of flame piercing towards him like a sword, piercing his skin and flesh.

A few seconds later, as the dragon stopped breathing, only a few charred wreckage remained on the ground.

The giant dragon seemed very satisfied with his work, and nodded slightly. The sand covered the wreckage automatically without wind, burying the last traces of Frey and others underground.

The dragon turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, the murderous intent became apparent. A black figure turned into a black line, and a dagger with a strange light in his hand pierced the back of the dragon's head.

Even a powerful dragon can only be reborn in a cocoon if it is stabbed in the vitals by an alchemy weapon.

Flames had faintly emerged from the dragon's mouth, and he wanted to turn his head around, but he couldn't keep up, so he could only watch helplessly as the dagger pierced into the back of his head.

As soon as he succeeded in the blow, the assassin immediately fled far away at a speed beyond common sense, and appeared in the distance in an instant, watching the poor dragon howling, rolling, and finally dying under the action of the venom on the knife.

"The secret party is already ahead of us." The assassin looked at the collapsed dragon corpse in front of him: "They have successfully created a dragon, I want to..."

"What do you want?" A familiar and playful voice came from behind the assassin, and the next second, a transparent long sword slashed at the assassin's defenseless right hand, chopping it off together with the weapon on it.

"Lu Ande!" The assassin turned his head and looked at the person who suddenly appeared behind him, forgetting the severe pain in his arm. The assassin's head was wrapped in a black cloth, and only one eye was exposed: "It's you again."

Ander looked at the assassin's one-eyed eyes, and seemed to think of something: "It's you, you are still in the dragon vein business, so do you still sell fish?"

"What we are pursuing is a great evolution." The one-eyed eyes were full of fanaticism: "I didn't expect the secret party to be ahead of us. It's hypocrisy. Aren't you trying to slay dragons?"

"Yeah, then you'd better open your last eye and see what it is." Ender pointed to the dragon corpse that collapsed on the ground. Following his instructions, the surrounding scene slowly dissipated. The slain dragon also became invisible, leaving only a pile of rocks at its huge body.

"Illusion." The assassin covered his injured right arm, "No wonder my moment doesn't work."

"That's right, a small illusion will make you go round and round. With your IQ, you will basically bid farewell to the criminal circle." Ander was not polite to him either. He was powerless to resist.

Ander put away the Dingguo Sword, punched with his right hand, and hit the opponent's abdomen with one blow. Accompanied by the sharp pain like a needle prick, the assassin fell to the ground clutching his stomach.

"Bishop...greetings to you," the assassin gasped in a low voice, biting the medicine hidden in his mouth painfully, and the evolution medicine called dragon veins flowed into his body, giving him a chance to activate the speech spirit again.

At a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, the assassin in front of Ender lost track, and Ender shook his hand, looking at the EVA that appeared next to him.

"Is the tracker installed?"

"It's already installed," EVA said, holding a virtual tablet in his hand, with another flashing red dot on it: "But Mr. Ander, your acting skills are too bad, it's too obvious to release water."

"Really?" Ender spread his hands: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, that person's brain is not very good."

(End of this chapter)