I just covet their strength

Chapter 82 This is the reward I ask for

Outside the secret realm, the Holy Tree Palace Square.

When Scorched Wings screamed and fell to the ground, the scene fell into deathly silence.

The audience, who had been holding their breath for a long time because of watching the battle, finally couldn't hold it any longer.

"The legendary dragon is dead?"

"It seems so."

"Isn't that a legend? Shouldn't it be easy for a legendary dragon to crush a rank below the legend?!"

"Why was the Fourth Princess able to be forced to death by drinking?!"

"It's because the Scorched Wings are in a bad state. They just killed Sauron Sword Master and used [Dragon Break]."

"There's nothing we can do. Long Lei is just too overbearing, especially for the dragon race. He is trying to suppress them to death. But even so, it's a bit too exaggerated."

The scene of Scorch Wing being killed was really shocking, and the explosion that followed the brief silence was also intense enough.

Even though they had already seen that Westhead's final plan was to fight the legendary dragon to the death, almost everyone regarded this as a whimsical plan to hit the upper limit.

To counterattack the Legend with a rank below the Legend, and still be the ultimate perfect Dragon Legend, this kind of thing has never been heard of, let alone seen with one’s own eyes!
"That bastard actually? Really killed the legendary dragon?!"

Alagon's eyes were splitting, and he clenched the armrests of the seat. He tried to stand up several times, but finally sat down with his hands down weakly.

Even if His Royal Highness the Prince has made enough psychological preparations and accepted the fact that Lesia's team has reached the summit, reaching the summit in a trial and achieving great achievements in the trial are completely different!

Most of the audience had mixed feelings about Reshia's feat. If anyone else had achieved this feat, the audience would have applauded like thunder, but it was Reshia.
This dragon-blooded bastard, who was despised and despised by everyone, was a very unhappy enemy before the trial.

As a result, it was obviously the shocking result of killing the legendary dragon, but there was no joy in the square, instead there was a cacophony of whispers.

No matter how the outside world looks at it, Westhead's love and admiration for Lesia in the secret realm is almost beyond compare.

OK OK! This is the [Kurong Dragon King]!

This is the posture of a strong man that I love!
Westhead didn't waste any time. After it was confirmed that Scorched Wings had fallen, he rolled and crawled towards Lesia.

After piercing the dragon's head with the [Sunshine Spear] and killing the Scorched Wings, Lesia remained motionless as if time had been suspended, her head slightly lowered, and her eyes staring blankly at the pool of blood on the ground.

"Lecia!"

When Westhead's voice came, the silver-haired girl's eyes brightened. She raised her head and looked at Westhead who was running towards her.

Then he staggered down from the body of Scorched Wings and walked towards the black-haired and purple-eyed Duke Qinghui.

Only when he got closer did Westhead understand why Lesia was having difficulty moving.

It was difficult for Westhead to use an accurate word to describe Lesia's injury at this time.

After much deliberation, only "fragmented" can be applied.

One arm no longer exists, only the golden sacred tree power and part of the crispy shell-like skin are free. The rest of the blood, texture, and bones are gone, as empty as a paper man.

Also subjected to this treatment were most of the chest and abdomen, the neck and the smaller half of the face.

In order to squeeze out the power to kill Scorched Wings, the silver-haired dragon girl had no reservations about destroying herself. Westhead was shocked just by looking at it.

Even the powerful fragments came out!
"Weiss."

Lesia came to Westhead and took a deep breath, her magnificent blue eyes filled with deep exhaustion and joy.

"I did it."

"Yes, you did a great job, much better than I thought."

Westhead comforted the silver-haired girl and held the hand that Resia extended. The cold touch was completely different from usual. Her vitality was slipping away irreversibly.

Lesia raised her head and stared at Westhead:

“I’m finally qualified.”

Although part of the side face of the silver-haired princess has been turned into strong fragments, she still has an astonishing beauty in general. Under the dragon's temperament, she is even more ethereal and beautiful. The girl's cherry lips parted slightly and she murmured:
"I am qualified to ask for rewards from you."

Reward? What reward?
Westhead had some impression, but before he could recall it carefully, Lesia had already stepped forward, wrapped her remaining hand around Duke Qinghui's neck, and then pounced on him with all her strength.

pursed Westhead's lips.

The silver-haired dragon girl's cherry lips were cold and soft. After the bloody battle, the strong smell of blood and the faint fragrance of her own were intertwined, which actually had a special fragrance.

After a brief moment of confusion, Westhead immediately understood the other party's behavior.

Last time he took the initiative to kiss Leixia, but was rejected by the latter. But now... Leixia probably thinks she is qualified to ask for a kiss.

Westhead gently stroked the girl's back with his hand, responding to the other's passionate kiss.

Lesia was extremely aggressive and attacked unscrupulously. She was obviously just a novice for the first time, but it made it difficult for Westhead, a veteran of many battles, to deal with it.

There’s no technique, it’s all emotion.

[The web of love you weaved has paid off]

[You have shared the talent of "Lecia Yaoye" [Dragon Soul Furnace]]

【Dragon Soul Furnace】

[The ultimate embodiment of the soul of a true dragon. The so-called dragon is the embodiment of greed and self-centeredness. Everything in the world should be enshrined in me, and everyone in the world should praise my name]

【Go kill and conquer! Go manifest the will of the dragon! The flesh, blood and soul of the defeated will be added to the eternal burning firewood]

[Acquire the power to control dragon thunder; gain the power to plunder the defeated]

As Lesia's kiss gradually deepened, the reminder of the successful sharing of "Given by Heart and Soul" also appeared on Westhead's retina.

[Withered Dragon King] The ultimate double T0 talent was finally in Westhead's hands, and it improved much faster than expected.

However, Westhead did not appear very happy at this time. He was more concerned about Lesia's condition than the joy of harvest.

The silver-haired girl's clumsy and greedy deep kiss lasted until she was almost suffocated, and then they separated with lingering feelings.

Lesia brushed Westhead's cheek with her fingers and murmured:

"This is the reward I asked for."

After speaking, as if all her strength had been exhausted, Lesia collapsed. Westhead quickly hugged her and knelt on the warm embers.

The silver-haired dragon girl was lying quietly in Westhead's arms, her magnificent blue eyes could no longer be opened, and she just said in a breathy voice:

"Weiss. I finally have a future, right?"

Westhead hugged Lesia tightly and said firmly: "Of course, it will definitely happen! It will happen easily!"

The silver-haired girl in the man's arms exhaled softly, tilted her head and leaned her side face against Westhead's chest, and whispered:

"Then we will be together forever."

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No, it suddenly became so heavy!

Can a lifetime or something be said so easily?

Westhead had a hard time answering.

Just when Westhead was thinking about how to respond appropriately, Lesia's head dropped weakly, cutting off the last breath.

She burned out.

"Really. Trying your best."

Staring at the body of the silver-haired dragon girl that was gradually losing signs of life, Westhead smiled and reached out to smooth the hair on Lesia's cheek.

The girl's face still had a satisfied smile, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Thank you."

Even though Lesia's actions were mainly for herself, it was undeniable that she was actually fighting for Westhead, which was enough for him to express her sincere thanks.

On the scorched and broken battlefield, a handsome young man with black hair and purple eyes held the broken silver-haired dragon girl in his arms, parting and dying in silence forever.

As poignant as a picture scroll.

(End of this chapter)