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Chapter 176 The Crazy Mother and Daughter and the Dragon's Middle Finger

"Is this the new world?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Smaug looked at the horizon that appeared in the darkness with examining eyes, "The sea. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen the sea."

"Focus on the point," Tang Sen reminded.

"You mean that tower? It's not even as tall as me, and I can knock it down with a flap of my wings." Smaug said disdainfully, "So, what's the target this time? Demons who play tricks with fire, or those who play with flesh and blood? shepherd?"

"What you are going to face is a wizard." Tang Sen said.

"Wizard—" Smaug was stunned for a moment, "Maia?"

"This is a bit of a challenge hehe, I have to say, I have long expected this day, with the character of the master, how could it be possible to always stand in the same camp as those sanctimonious wizards."

"." Tang Sen was silent for a moment: "What kind of character am I?"

"Ha, unscrupulous, insidious, cruel, and ruthless—" Smaug's words suddenly paused, his golden pupils dilated a little, and the topic changed: "How could I figure out the character of the great master."

It said quickly: "I mean, the enemy of the master is my enemy, let alone Maia, even if the master asks me to challenge Vera, I dare to burn Valinor to ashes!"

"The ability given to you by the audience channel makes you more proficient in flattering." Tang Sen said speechlessly.

The abilities Smaug acquired in the previous world did not substantially enhance its combat effectiveness, and he acquired three sequences of abilities.

Audience, mind reader and psychotherapist.

The audience improved Smaug's observation and memory, allowing Smaug to infer the emotions, identities and even psychological activities of the observed by observing some details.

And the mind reader goes a step further, allowing Smaug to see deeper things about the person being observed, and even initially read what the other person is thinking.

The Psychiatrist is the sequence in which the audience acquires truly extraordinary abilities for the first time.

The first ability is "Comfort". Smaug can calm the unstable state of mind and restore the sanity of people who are out of control or even close to madness.

The second ability is "hypnosis". Smaug can put the target into a hypnotic state and communicate directly with the opponent's mental body.

The third ability is "psychological suggestion". Smaug can hint the target and influence the other party's judgment through action language or media.

The fourth ability is "Frenzy". Smaug can detonate the emotional and psychological state of a single target or a group of targets, causing them to suffer strong spiritual damage, and even go crazy out of control.

The last ability is "Shock". Smaug can make the target deterred and become confused. Smaug is born with this ability, and the dragon has its own passive dragon power.

Of course, these abilities did not substantially improve Smaug's combat effectiveness, but they also added some means to it, at least Smaug was satisfied.

It will always mention one of its ancestors, a giant dragon who likes to play with people's hearts, and he thinks that he can do better than his ancestors now.

"In short, the wizard you need to face is not the Maya you remember, but a mortal with magical power."

Tang Sen said: "Don't underestimate them because of this, they are much better than Gandalf in the use of magic."

"I will not underestimate any opponent."

Smaug said: "Unfortunately, so far I have not met an opponent. All I have seen are ants that are not worth mentioning."

"Wait until the scar on your chest heals before you say this." Tang Sen said angrily, "I have to remind you that wizards have a more dangerous spell than the one that hurt you. A spell that directly attacks the soul. .”

Although Townsend doesn't think that the Killing Curse used by an ordinary dark wizard can kill a giant like Smaug, anything, regardless of the dose, the effect is a hooligan, but there is still magic in this world that is as powerful as the Dark Lord or Duncan. For wizards of Bullido's level, Smaug may not be able to withstand the Death Curse they cast.

Tang Sen didn't explain further. With Smaug's personality, unless he suffered a disadvantage, he would never learn a lesson.

"Remember, don't destroy that tower."

Townsend emphasized: "There should be the information I need in there."

"Tell me, what's your name?"

In the tower, Nisrael was playing with the magic wand with one hand, and stroking the hair of the little girl next to her with the other.

Opposite her was a shivering teenager with a frightened face.

"Kriston" the boy stammered, "Why am I here? Who are you?"

"I'm a wizard." Nisrael had a friendly smile on his face, and pushed the little girl forward: "This is my daughter."

"As for why you are here, I have encountered some difficulties and need your help."

"Wizard. I. I don't understand."

The young man looked at the glamorous young woman in a black robe before him, and then at the little girl with delicate features, carved in powder and jade, but her eyes had no gleam.

Behind them is a tall shelf, on which there are several orange-yellow snakes twisting and spitting letters, and further behind, is a shelf covering the entire wall, on which are placed bottles and jars. , filled with all kinds of limbs and organs.

"I have nothing I can do to help. I don't know anything. I want to go home."

Nisrael seemed not to hear his pleading, and said with a smile, "Of course you can help."

"There is something wrong with my daughter, I believe you can tell, she looks like a soulless rag doll now."

"I hope you can impress her, at least make her less indifferent. If you can do it, you can go home."

"What should I do?" the boy asked in a panic.

"It's up to her." Nisler turned her head and asked the little girl, "Would you like to chat with this brother?"

The little girl was expressionless and said nothing.

"Answer me, honey."

"I don't want to." The little girl's voice was cold, without any emotion: "Kill him."

The boy took two steps back abruptly, then ran towards the stairs.

But it was useless, as he had done several times before, he found himself bound by invisible objects, and then dragged back to the mother and daughter.

Ignoring the boy's pleading, Nisler touched the little girl's head and taught, "Life is precious, sweetheart, how could you say such cruel words?"

"You want to be a kind child. Think about it, the brother in front of you is called Christon, right?"

"He also has parents. His parents are waiting for him to come home. If he dies, won't his family be sad?"

The boy quickly shouted: "That's right, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"He's begging you, sweetheart, don't you want to say something?" Nisrael said softly.

The little girl shook her head and turned around.

"You see, she is always like this." Nisrael sighed helplessly: "Sometimes I really have no choice. You know, education is always a problem."

"Christon, can you change her mind?"

"I beg you...don't" the young man panicked, unable to say anything.

"It's a pity, it seems that you have nothing to do." Nisrael raised his wand: "But it doesn't matter, I will help you."

Pointing the wand at the boy, Nisrael spoke the spell.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The young man turned pale and twitched suddenly, and his suppressed and shrill screams resounded through the tower.

"Sweetheart, listen, he is in great pain, won't you soften your heart?" Nisler said.

The girl didn't move, and the emotionless voice sounded again: "Kill him. Mom."

"No, no." Nisrael waved her wand and ended the spell. She stood up, walked to the boy who was already sweating profusely and was tortured to the point of being unable to move, and pinched his chin, "Sweetheart, turn Turn around."

The girl turned around slowly.

"Look, look at his face, he is still very young, he still has a long life to go, why do you want to deprive him of his life?"

The girl could see the despair and panic in the boy's eyes, and she said, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Really?" Nisrael let go of the boy in distress, took a few steps back, and waved his wand again.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The boy didn't have the strength to scream anymore, but his whole body kept trembling and twitching, his facial features were distorted beyond appearance, and his eyes began to roll white.

"Kill him," the girl repeated, "I don't feel anything, it's a waste of time."

Nisrael ignored it, and ended the spell at the moment the boy passed out completely, and then she tapped in the air, and a ball of clear water condensed out and splashed on the boy's face.

The boy woke up in a trance.

"Are you in pain?" Nisrael whispered in his ear, "I beg her, only she can make you end the pain."

The boy opened his mouth, and the air flow passed through his throat without making any sound. He worked hard for a long time, and squeezed out a few words:
"kill me"

"No way." Nisler said, "Unless you do what I said, this feeling will never stop. Don't worry, I'm sure I won't let the pain take your life away."

"Honey, how about the Cruciatus Curse three times a day? Would you like to watch it?"

She asked sincerely: "Besides, I can cut off a few of his fingers every day, or pull out his tongue, and snap off his eyes, anyway, I can cure it. Believe me, sweetheart, he can accompany you A long, long time until you feel relented."

The little girl closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes, you gotta see this, sweetheart."

Nisrael stepped forward, stroked her hair gently, and said softly: "This is the last one of this batch, we can't waste it."

"It's very troublesome to find another group of guests."

At this time, the ground suddenly shook.

Then, a loud and solemn voice resounded throughout the island. It seemed to be a language, but Nisrael couldn't understand it.

She just felt it, an instinctive shudder.

She rushed to the window and looked outside. In her field of vision, she could not see the sea or the sky. Instead, there were black scales, spread wings, and golden pupils on the slender neck. .

dragon!
Nisrael has seen many dragons, and even personally defeated a Swedish short-nosed dragon, but the dragons in her impression are like lizards compared to the stalwart existence in front of her.

How could there be such a huge creature in this world!

Nisrael clenched the wand in her hand, and saw the giant dragon slowly raised its wing claws in an extremely majestic posture.

The spear-like claws clenched tightly, and then stretched out a sharp finger in the middle towards him.

　There are more changes today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)