harleyscars Chapter 276 Dragon Knight and Dragon Knight - Knight
Chapter 276 Dragon Knight and Dragon Knight - Knight
Chapter 276 Dragon Knight and Dragon Knight - Knight
"Don't burn the woods down, brat."
He muttered without raising his eyelids, then turned over and continued snoring.
The two left the clearing by the stream where the lingering aroma of hot pot still lingered, and walked to the wide grass where Ron and Rolling practiced their fights a few days ago. Covered blotches record previous weathering.
Maybe in a while, here will suffer a new devastation.
"Finger von Frings, Kassel College, Transcendent A Grade hybrid."
He pulled out a sharp blade stained with rain and dew from the scabbard that he carried with him. After being completely pulled out by him, the mirror-like blade suddenly turned black. The black blade light greatly extended the length of the blade. A twisted and strangely shaped long knife appeared in his hand.
"Some people also call me, Flame Dragon Slayer."
Fingel waved the blade lightly, and a black flame burned up on the blade, which evaporated the nearby water vapor and scorched the grass blades at his feet.
"Are you sure that's it?"
Ron looked at Fingel, who was standing ten meters away from him, and spoke in surprise.
"Hei Yan, who only uses alchemy, is a little underestimating, or is that all you have?"
The familiar black flame is exactly the same as the black flame wrapped around the Manyan giant sword. It is an extremely high-temperature alchemy black fire, and it is easy to melt gold and iron.
Ron's slightly mocking words didn't change Fingel's expression much, he just explained calmly.
"Not safe."
"Thank you for worrying, but ah."
The blade that was flowing with black flames was grasped by a palm, Fingel finally had a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"If you don't try your best, I want to demonstrate it to you, but you won't be able to see it."
The ear-piercing sound of scraping appeared as the alchemy black flame was extinguished. The palm of the hand holding the blade was covered with black and red scales, from the blade (xín) up to the tip of the blade. The fire was easily wiped away by Wuyou's resistance.
"Go away, let's not burn the forest, so let's not play with fire."
As soon as the words fell, Ron returned to his previous position in an instant. The armor turned into dragon scales stretched his clothes, and the breath of the dragon spread outward. To Fingel, he couldn't help but feel the pungent smell. He squinted his eyes.
"[-]% dragon's blood?" He raised the corner of his mouth and showed a smile that had never appeared before, "Is this the one who defeated the dragon?"
The already brilliant golden pupils seemed to be even more dazzling at this moment, his lips moved, and he spit out a series of dragon language spirits that ordinary people could not understand.
The icy metallic color spread across his body, and the body that reflected the coldness in the sunlight seemed to be able to collide with crisp metal clashing sounds.
"It's an incomplete dragon soul awakening."
Ron understood the characters from Fingal's mouth. Although there were a lot of meaningless nonsense mixed in among the key characters, he could not mishear the essence of Longwen that drives this power.On Shyvana, the island of dragons, those half-dragons who claim to be dragonborn have used the full version of Dragon Soul Awakening.
"Mul - Strength, Qua - Armor."
"After gaining the power and defense of a dragon, you don't have the matching physique to support this power."
"It will crush you, your bones are whining, Fingal."
"I have been taking calcium tablets, so I can hold on for the time being."
As if recalling some sweet scene, a slight smile appeared on Fingel's face. As he got closer to the truth he wanted to know, the ice that sealed him seemed to begin to melt.
"However, we call this speech spirit Sequence 87, Bronze Throne."
The short conversation lasted only a second or two. After Fenrir's voice fell to the ground, there was a muffled explosion. The moment he stepped on the ground, the shattered ground gave enough reaction force, flashing to the ground like a teleportation. Fenrir in front of Ron exploded with astonishing instantaneous speed with a powerful force comparable to dragons.
He slammed into Ron's arms like a cannonball, and the cold light drawn by the long alchemy knife made people almost unable to open their eyes. The sharp light of the knife was unstoppable.
But a shield suddenly appeared between the two of them, like an ugly giant sword covered in a layer of lava, blocking the harsh sharpness with its thick blade.
The ear-piercing sound from the metal impact and the violent shock from his hands made Ron no longer hold his loose thoughts. The power Fenrir showed at this moment was absolutely not inferior to his dragon power.
Even if it is an adult elephant, when it is hit by this heavy blow, even the hardest skull can't block this crushing blow, and the only end is to be smashed to pieces.
The impact of the huge earthquake flowed down the dragon armor, almost hitting Ron with a muffled groan.
But this is just the beginning.
Fingal's fighting ability was beyond Ron's imagination. This man, who was only two or three years older than himself, had exquisite skills that even he couldn't help but marvel at.
This is a combination of a tough rhinoceros and a vigorous cheetah!Using this kind of ordinary creature to describe this man whose power is comparable to that of a dragon is somewhat insufficient, but in a hurry, Ron couldn't find a suitable adjective for the time being.
Within a few tenths of a second, Fingal slashed at Ron three times, blocked two of Ron's sword swings, and after dodging the iron fist, he left a scar on Ron's arm armor. A light scratch.
This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. However, Finger is indeed not an ordinary person. Although he does not have the black flame of alchemy, his title of Dragon Slayer of Flame has not deteriorated in the slightest.
The continuous berserk attacks and aggression are like fire, like boiling flames, they want to burn people into a handful of ashes.
The sound of clanging metal collisions almost formed a line, and the sparks from the collision of the blade and blunt blade seemed to be the product of the collision between the eyes of the red pupil and the golden pupil.
Rolling's eyes opened quietly at some point, and he took out an iron pan with teeth marks from behind his buttocks, and while making comments, he gnawed vigorously.
"Almost enough."
Ron caught Fingal's fist and then stopped.
"But I haven't seen it yet."
Fingel was a little out of breath. Although he was physically strong and had not used the bronze throne for a long time, it was still not an easy task to bear the power of the dragon.
"If you really have [-]% dragon blood, then you shouldn't be like this. Show off your full strength and let me feel it."
Fingel seemed a little dissatisfied, he frowned, "You were too weak just now."
"Ah, yes, yes, I'm really sorry."
Ron rolled his eyes. When he was fighting with Fingal just now, Ron used his spiritual whisper to observe carefully. This speech spirit that can understand the color of life allows him to see some things that are usually invisible.
To use a more vivid analogy, if Ron observes himself with aura whispers, then what he sees is a dragon knight riding a dragon. The dragon is the power used by him, and it has been completely suppressed, subdued, and even killed. Will stick out your tongue to lick your toes, and wag your tail like a dog barking.
But what he saw on Fingel was a dragon knight, the part of the human being was ridden by the part of the dragon, and the more he used the power brought by the dragon's blood, he rode on the human head The dragon became more and more arrogant.
If it is not restrained and controlled, the fate of the mixed race must be completely overwhelmed by the dragon's blood and human nature. After losing the qualification to become a human, the mixed blood will not let him become a dragon, but as a person who has lost his humanity. The monsters are lingering in the world with extreme twists and turns.
"What do you mean?" Fingel was very puzzled by Ron's foolish laughter. He couldn't understand the undisguised 'surprise' and 'sympathy' in Ron's eyes, but he didn't know what was going on. That's why Ron showed such an expression.
"What you want to be sure of is that people can control dragon blood, right?"
"Although I don't know why you want to be sure, it should be very important to you."
"So, instead of watching me, it's better for you to experience it yourself."
"Can you understand Long Wen?"
Ron squatted down and wrote a few words on the bare ground with his fingers. He used some magic power while writing, as if injecting some kind of power into these words.
"It should be said to be resonance. The dragon text was deciphered in the form of sentences. Now only 76 sentences have been deciphered. For us mixed races, the dragon text can be said to be an object that can only be experienced but not described in detail."
"That's really miserable. Up to now, you can only half-guess."
Ron Dolfinger beckoned and asked him to squat beside him.
"In the long string of dragon characters you murmured just now, there are only two exact characters, and the rest are all messy 'hymns', similar to words like priests praising God, but dragons don't know how to use them at all. , the essence of Long Wen is the use of power, and the powers of the four dragon kings are not the same."
"Words representing card strength - Mul."
Ron pointed to the first word and Griffin said it after him.
The power of the bronze throne that had been dissipated seemed to emerge again, and the dragon blood in his body resonated with the dragon text, and the power of the words spirit was aroused.
"Second is Armor - Qua"
As the second word was recited by Fingel, the luster of metal appeared on his body again. This is a phenomenon that only occurs when the bronze throne is pushed to the extreme.
"No problem?" Ron could see that Fingal was under more pressure than before. Without the eulogy as a buffer, the power resonated by the pure and straightforward Longwen became more straightforward and powerful.
"I'm fine."
Fingel looked up at Ron, who nodded slightly but firmly.
"Then the third word stands for Dragon-Diil"
Ron muttered softly, turned on the whisper of aura again, and a red light representing life energy appeared in his vision.
The part of Fingel that belongs to the dragon started a riot-like carnival the moment the third word spirit was activated.
A steady stream of power emanates from the dragon's blood flowing in his body. What this extraordinary sense of power brings is not a pleasant sense of swelling, but another kind of pain that is unacceptable.
The dragon blood that started to burn was not consumed by burning when it was ignited. On the contrary, the dragon blood flowing with fire ignited more things, such as the part of Fingel that belonged to people.
The power obtained by such erosion is almost equivalent to the power erupted by burning life. Burning blood increases the concentration of dragon blood, and the concentration of dragon blood allows the resonance of dragon text to exert stronger power, and the dragon that exceeds the limit Blood concentration will push the mixed race into the abyss of mutation and degeneration.
The closer they are to being strong, the closer they are to being crazy.
"Did you feel it? This is the power of the awakened dragon soul that you just recited. Do you feel the growing aura in your body? That is the boiling dragon blood."
"Although we are also using the power of the dragon, we are different. My blood comes from Arthur Pendragon, the red dragon of Britain. The power of the dragon dominated by him is not a free lunch obtained through the so-called mixed blood. , but he took it with his own hands, and it belongs to his power from now on.”
"I think this is the root cause of your dragon slaying in Kassel."
"You hope to find traces of the dragon again, then defeat it, kill it, and finally occupy it."
"What kind of sorrow of blood? It's just a blood debt owed by the prostitute party at the beginning. After compounding the interest, it will be burdened on the descendants of the next generation. It is a huge debt that they cannot afford."
"You Kassel, probably because you can't pay this stupid debt, you want to kill the creditor, so you don't have to pay it again."
"You only need to return what you borrow, but you don't need to take what you rob."
Ron didn't know if Fingal had listened to it. He had already supported the ground and let his fingers sink deep into the ground. He was clenching his teeth at this moment and would not let go. The more bulging muscles collapsed his suit tightly, because the muscles His body was making some unpleasant noises under the heavy pressure.
"What do you want me to do?" Fingel said quickly.
"Of course it is to steal the power of the dragon. If you don't want to pay back the money, then you should settle the creditor. Although it is shameless, it is effective."
But it's easy to say, but hard to do.
Finger, whose blood concentration has almost reached the critical point, has shown some signs of dragon transformation. His skin is thickening, and a scaly cuticle is emerging. His razor-like nails can easily scratch on stones. A deep groove, he almost couldn't control himself, and was about to become a dead waiter controlled by dragon blood.
"Come on, look here, and read to me."
Ron's voice awakened what little sanity he had left.
"Joor-everything."
"Zah-limit."
"Frul-temporarily"
"This is Yan Ling, the dragon soul is torn apart."
The feeling of extreme emptiness filled the whole body. Finger, who was directly drained of strength, fell to the ground without the strength to move a finger. The body that had started to transform into a dragon also returned to its original shape. The pure red dragon blood was suppressed and sealed, and curled up into a shivering ball.
"Maybe you can use it to help other people, but I suggest you only use two of the words, but before that, what you need is to solve this muddled debt on you one step earlier than them, when you can't bear it Come to me as long as you don't burn as fast as this time, but...you won't be able to read the full three paragraphs without my help."
Fingel, who was lying on the ground panting heavily, wet the soil under his body with sweat, but he had already paid no attention to it.
After barely breathing a sigh of relief, he struggled to get up from the ground, but his exhausted body failed him, so he could barely roll over and no longer lay face down on the muddy ground.
"Why?" he asked gruffly, wondering why Ron would do it.
"You have come to ask me for help. Of course I can't pretend not to see it. After all, I have a soft heart and don't like to see big men cry."
Fingel really wanted to refute loudly that he absolutely couldn't cry, but Ron's big hand wiped his face, and when he wiped off the muddy water on his face, he also blocked his mouth by the way.
"Actually, I'm probably idle and bored. How can this competition be done without a few strong enemies? Maybe Luke and the others can bring me some surprises and pressure, but it's not enough. I think you're pretty good. If you can use dragon blood freely, maybe it can surprise me."
"What's more, those of you who claim to be of mixed race actually have no resistance to me at all."
"I am the blood of the Red Dragon King, unless the dragon is resurrected, then I am the highest-ranking blood in the world."
"Even if your headmaster comes, it's actually useless."
"The superiority of the dragon race lies in the bloodline, but the flaws of the dragon race also lie in the bloodline. Don't be proud of the dragon race. Dragon blood is just a tool to make people stronger, not a proof of superiority."
"Old man over there, how long are you going to eavesdrop?"
After Ron spoke, there seemed to be a phantom flashing——
"Tiid-Klo-Ul"
The flashing phantom was forcibly stopped in front of Ron. The visitor accelerated his own time, but Ron slowed down the time around him.
Although it only lasted for a moment, it was enough.
"Three paragraphs of words, you really are."
This old man in a black suit and with gorgeous silver hair has a better appearance than Dumbledore. As far as the centenarians are concerned, this cool silver-haired grandfather is probably on the same level as Cedric Super handsome, so handsome that people can ignore his age.
"You've finished eavesdropping. Don't pretend you don't know anything. If you had come out earlier, we could have had hot pot together just now."
"Principal Angers, you've been there all the time?" Fingel, who could barely sit up, said with a wry smile, somewhat frustrated in his heart.
"Yeah, this old man followed us all the way. I didn't find it until I entered the forest. It's thanks to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be idle and whisper with spiritual energy."
"Is it the word spirit that can resonate and search for dragon blood?" Anger didn't show any embarrassment because of Ron's words, his face was as thick as Dumbledore's, "It's Sequence 02, the high-ranking word spirit of the blood tie ?” There was deep curiosity in his voice.
"It's searching for life, everything." Adhering to the good habit of respecting the old and loving the young, Ron explained casually.
"I heard that you are going to kill me, Principal Angers?"
"If you are the Dragon King, then yes, I will do it, even if you are Nicolas May's disciple, Dumbledore's student."
Regarding this, Ron curled his lips and didn't believe it at all. Are these words scaring the children?If you really want to do this, before Nicole May and Dumbledore make a move, the runaway Knights of Merlin will join hands with Bell Ryder to kill the United States, enter from New Jersey, hold a sword all the way to Illinois, and enter Kasai Seoul College slaughtered him to sacrifice the flag.
"But having dragon blood means being bound by the bloodline. You can't resist the suppression of the bloodline level. You can't kill me, Principal Angers."
"how about you?"
Anger didn't seem to care about what Ron said, but began to wonder whether Ron would be bound by dragon's blood.
"Of course not, because the power of my red dragon was snatched by my excellent ancestor. I use the power of the dragon, but I don't need to pay for them."
"Oh, that's really unfair." Angers pursed his lips and shrugged, as if a little jealous of Ron's irresponsible behavior.
"Yes, but this is only because as the price for gaining power, we have already paid for it while gaining power, but you have not, so please work hard on your own."
"Control the dragon's blood again?" Angers asked.
"It's the first time to control dragon's blood." Ron corrected.
"But you did a dangerous thing. My blade only points to dragons, but for others, as Fingel said, there is too much evil among hybrids."
"If they know your strength" Ange's words are also a reminder to Ron.
"Then let them die."
Angers couldn't help being stunned by Ron's unusual answer.
"Do I still have to stick out my neck and let them cut it? Limp and hesitant, your school really specializes in dragon slaying?"
"Actually, if you are free, Mr. Ron, you are welcome to visit Cassel College. Although our school is not as big as Ilvermorny, it is definitely the most comfortable campus in the United States."
"Ha~ It's fine to borrow a knife to kill people. If you want to clean up the garbage, you can do it yourself. I definitely didn't go there as a guest."
Ron didn't want to get involved in this kind of muddy water. They themselves said that there was too much evil among the mixed races. This kind of invitation was not a good invitation.
"Okay, I have done what I want to do and what I can do, now I have something to do, see you next time."
"Don't let me down, Fingel, otherwise this competition will be less fun."
"Smelly~ Let's go for a walk and bring Xiaotuanzi here."
Ron greeted from a distance, and the crisp sound of horseshoes came from far to near. On the back of the unicorn, two little balls were sleeping soundly holding bamboo shoots.
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