Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 349 What is a Dragon?

When I woke up from the dream, I saw an ugly monster rushing towards me with its bloody mouth open. Any normal person would make some radical moves, and of course the dragon was no exception.

So facing the Yamata no Orochi that was rushing towards him, Ander clenched his fists, his waist and horse were united, and with his belt and arms, the next moment, the giant dragon's iron fist with the sound of breaking the wind slammed heavily on the Yamata no Orochi's jaw.

"Gaz..."

The giant snake's skulls neighed unpleasantly, and one of the heads was raised high, and Ender took the opportunity to leap up. The place is narrow and not suitable for fighting, and Ender has no energy to protect others during the battle.

For dragons, the sky is the real battleground.

Ander's body turned into a brass-colored giant dragon in mid-air. With his wings retracted, he swooped towards the Yamata no Orochi on the ground. His hind claws were already ready to grab the seven inches of the snake's head in the middle.

"Mr. Ander, you are indeed the forerunner of our generation," said a human voice from the leftmost head of the giant snake: "But I don't understand why you have to become such a weak existence?"

Facing Ender's dragon claws, the giant snake did not dodge, but the air around Ender became thicker, wrapping Ender's body like gel, slowing down his speed.

At this moment, the big snake moved its head slightly, dodging Ender's claws calmly, and then said: "Compared to the body of the White King, you are only a second-generation existence. I understand."

The giant dragon broke through the obstacles and hovered over Mount Fuji. The magic around it gathered, and the sea of ​​flames collided with the torrential rain, creating a white mist like a jade belt around the mountainside of Fuji.

"You really dare to say it," the dragon said in a low Chinese language: "An eight-headed monster without wings, you can't even fly in the sky, how can you have the face to call yourself a dragon?"

Ander's words seemed to have greatly stimulated the Yamata no Orochi that was wriggling below. In the worldview of the Dragon Clan, being torn off its wings is the greatest punishment, and being unable to fly is a thorn in the White King's heart.

The giant snake spit out the obscure dragon text, and the domain of the spirit of speech unfolded. Yamata no Orochi used its spare heads to bite the surrounding air that had become thick under the action of the spirit of speech, borrowing strength from the surrounding air, Climb up little by little.

"This is too stupid," Ander spewed out flames in disgust, and flew towards Yamata no Orochi with a flap of his wings: "And it's too slow, let me help you!"

A linear flame spewed out from Ander's mouth, like a whip made of flames, lashing at Yamata no Orochi's body fiercely, the whip body made of flames embedded in the white scales of the big snake, burning the flesh and blood under the scales.

"Ow!"

The eight snake heads roared fiercely in unison, and flew high under Ander's flames, the golden light in their eyes soared, and the spirit of words sang from the eight heads simultaneously.

Ender felt as if there were countless monsters screaming in unison by his ears. The ear-piercing sound penetrated into his brain from the ear canal, making him tremble from the horns on his head to the tail behind him at the same time, and pupils like metal balls instantly spread Bloodshot, and the forward body also stopped.

"Damn it, is this... the spirit?"

Ander panted heavily, and said weakly, while Yamata no Orochi carried the eight identical heads, bit the hardened air around, and crawled towards Ender like a spider.

"Mr. Ander, your appearance is too weak compared to a real dragon." The man's voice became strange, his tone was indistinguishable from male and female, and his tone became strange.

Ander shook his stinging head, and stared fiercely at the Yamata no Orochi crawling over: "You monster without wings, what right do you have to say about me?"

call!
Wings flapping, magic power poured out of Ander's body, the brass dragon surrounded by flames, rushed towards the pale serpent like a bolide, and Yamata no Orochi also stretched its head, meeting Ender's blow.

boom!
The air waves surged, and the flames and rain sparked a boundless white mist, which spread out under the collision of violent forces, revealing a colossal giant with two entangled ends
The twisted body of Yamata no Orochi entangled with Ander's body, the snake-like body tightly bound Ander's torso, eight heads bit Ander's wings, limbs and tail, and Ander also bit eight A head of the Toki snake.

The two sides were entangled, and Ander's claws were tearing at the strong torso of Yamata no Orochi, and Yamata no Orochi was tightening more and more, the white and golden scales were entangled, rubbing tiny sparks.

"Mr. Ander, I have eight heads now..." Yamata no Orochi's only free head suddenly made a sound, opened its big mouth with fangs, and bit the slender neck that Ander was proud of.

Hey!
Ender raised his head and let out a cry of pain, then gritted his teeth and said fiercely through the gaps between his teeth: "But my meat is not so easy to eat!"

The element of fire emerged from Ender's flesh, a power only those mighty brass dragons could have:

Burning blood!

By pumping flames into the blood, it increases the temperature of its own blood, not only burning those enemies who bite it, but also burning its own flesh and blood.

At that moment, Yamata no Orochi felt that what he bit was not ordinary flesh and blood, but underground magma. The hot blood spurted out from the bite wound, burning Yamata no Orochi's fragile mouth and the venom it secreted.

The flame overflowed from the mouth of Yamata no Orochi, and then turned into a rope and wrapped around Yamata no Orochi's neck.

"Give it to me, come down!"

The brass dragon roared, and the rope made of flames was like a rein, pulling Yamata no Orochi out of Ander's body. The dragon grabbed Yamata no Orochi's deformed lower body, and smashed the monster down to the forest of Mount Fuji below. middle.

"Let me tell you, in my world, there are as many guys with higher talents than my brass dragon." The flame brewed in Ender's mouth again, and a linear dragon's breath stabbed down like a sword. The fallen Yamata no Orochi.

"But a guy like you won't understand," Ander then swooped down, with his front claws piercing through the middle head of Yamata no Orochi, black blood protruding from between the claws, exuding an unpleasant smell, and Ander held his head high Roared: "If you don't feel that your body is perfect, how can you be called a dragon!"

According to the Dragon Book, metal dragons are proud creatures, and they are extremely proud of their bodies from the gods. Every metal dragon feels that its body is perfect.

Even if there are time dragons, power dragons and other creatures with potentials far exceeding metal dragons in the world, they will not feel inferior to their own bodies. This kind of supreme confidence in themselves is the core quality of being a dragon.

This is the pride of the dragon.

(End of this chapter)