Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 595 What Does Loneliness Have To Do With Me?
Before the Dragon King recovered from the dizziness caused by the explosion, Ander had already rushed over without any morals, and smashed his chest with a hammer.

The Dragon King, who was unscathed from the special bombs in the equipment department, felt the pain in all this, the pain that went deep into the bone marrow and deep into the soul.

On the chest hit by the hammer, the sand and gravel rolled in the wound, turning into flames and burning the Dragon King's flesh and blood. The apparently emptiness of the flames on the wound was as heavy as a huge boulder, making the Dragon King breathless.

In a sense, the poor Dragon King was slapped in the face by his brother's bones. Converting it to humans, it is almost like casting your brother's ashes into a sword to slash you. The physical damage is also increased. emotional damage.

Facing such an attack, how could the Dragon King not be angry, and how could he not feel sad.

His hand stroked the wound on his body, the flesh and blood on his chest was falling off little by little, they were killed, killed by the power of the spirit, his body was dying little by little, but he still decided to die before he died. Bloom the most beautiful flowers.

Every dragon king actually holds the code of nuclear weapons. The existence of the ultimate word spirit is enough to destroy the world even when the dragon kings just hatched, and at this moment the complete dragon king is about to move.

He can escape, but the Dragon King's self-esteem does not allow him to escape. He also knows that there must be a winner in the stand with Ander, and both sides are sparing no effort to kill each other.

Such a short thought only lasted for a short moment in the Dragon King's super brain. In the next second, he had let go of all restrictions, his original body swelled up, and the empty flesh and blood formed in the air, and then turned into a void As a matter of fact, it has completely become the real flesh.

The weak dragon king needs biomass to supplement his own consumption, but for the dragon king who has evolved into a full body, he no longer needs that kind of indifferent thing. The air, the earth, and the sea water can all become part of him.

Through alchemy.

In an instant, the Dragon King's body swelled to [-] meters, and a terrifyingly huge dragon appeared in the air. He used crystal clear ice crystals as his bones, and the stern wind as his muscles. A pair of gleaming hands and claws were like photographs under the moonlight. As terrifying as a human sword.

This false giant dragon has the iconic slender body of the Oriental Dragon, but has a pair of wings with white feathers on the back, which is very similar to the Yinglong in the Chinese legend, but there are some subtle differences.

Looking carefully, the snow-white feathers exude a cold air, but they are actually composed of snowflake-like structures gathered together, and they are a pair of genuine snow wings.

On the dragon's heart, there is a little orange-red scar, which is the trace left by Ender, but it is almost invisible under the transformation of the Dragon King.

"This feeling, this is the real me." The Dragon King sighed. They used to be chased by humans and ran around, and they were like insects in the dark in the Nibelungen. Now, with him, the earliest awakened Dragon King, As a representative, the Dragon Clan finally regained the power of the past.

"How should I put it, I have read the academy's investigation," Ender's joking voice came from the side:
"Dragon Clan has died for many reasons over the years. Half of them are because they just woke up and their heads are not working well. Most of the remaining half are due to internal fighting. In the end, a small part was destroyed by human worship and being too ostentatious."

The Dragon King coiled his body like a snake, looking for the trace of Ander, but he couldn't find who was talking.

But Ander's annoying words continued, he said with a light smile: "From the perspective of this situation, you guys are really too arrogant, and you can't wait for all the human beings in the world to worship you once you come out of your shells."

In fact, many metal dragons have a little bit of fear, of course, definitely not including Ander, his fellow race of fear hid themselves like stones by the river, for fear that humans would find them.

Of course, this kind of personality also affected Ander. The memories of these Goudao masters were of great use to his adventures back then. As for chatting, Ender is a very subjective dragon. He generally doesn't like to be passive and prefers to be active. attack.

"So, have you been beaten by the society and learned the importance of hiding, or are you getting closer to humans little by little in the cycle of reincarnation?"

Ender finally asked a question, and while the Dragon King was stunned, he rushed down from the sky above his head.

And the Dragon King also found Ander who fell from the sky, he let out a roar and danced to meet him.

In an instant, a new round of sun rose high in the sky. The collision between the Dragon King and Ander was also a collision between words and spirits, and between magic powers. The air flow above was stirred into a pot of boiled noodles.

Legend has it that a butterfly flapping its wings in the rainforest will set off a hurricane thousands of kilometers away in Arizona.

The mutual attack between the Dragon King and Ander woke up every dragon in the world. They shook their sleepy heads, and before they could understand what was going on, they yelled and knelt down to the Dragon King whom they had never seen before. bow down.

"Poor little baby, speaking of it, I haven't seen a newborn dragon for a long time. What is the last generation of your pseudo-dragons?"

"Is it the sixth generation or the seventh generation, and the fertility is too low, or is it that you are all eunuchs and have no power?"

Ender's trash talk was still spitting out, the Dragon King had wrapped around his body, tearing his throat with sharp claws, but how could this kind of innocuous attack stop Ender's attack.

He was like a blacksmith, smashing the dragon king's scales with hammer after hammer, and breathing hundreds of meters of dragon breath, burning the dragon king. In this battle like forging, he still had the advantage.

And for a brass dragon, advantage means more words strike at opponents like sharp swords.

"If you want me to say that you might as well find a female dragon to lay a few more eggs, or find a male strong enough to fuck your little boy, maybe you can give birth to two by yourself, so that your race can continue."

Ender was silent for a while, and then pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh, I remembered, you don't need your own kind, you just need a group of useless machines."

"I'm curious, why do you keep those servants you don't have who can't even speak?" Ender hit the Dragon King on the back of the head again, and the long dragon gathered with the spirit of words wailed, There are faint signs of dissipation.

Pieces of ice crystals fell from the Dragon King's body. At that moment, the Dragon King said in a sad voice: "Lonely...you won't understand the thousands of years of...loneliness..."

"Oh," Ender held up the hammer, then slammed it down: "That's none of my business."

　It's really exciting to write while taking evening repair.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)