A foreigner's journey

Weird?

Upon hearing this, the maids looked towards the dead Prince Godwin's body at the root of the tree.

Because this body looked too SAN, and just looking at it, one could smell the strong stench. Even the maids of the night who were born in the Eternal City and used to seeing strange things only looked at it for a few seconds and subconsciously looked away.

Now looking at it again, there are indeed some strange things -

This dead prince's body has a part missing!

There are three inconspicuous gaps between the eyes on the forehead, on the right side of the chest, and at the end of the fish tail, like scars that have not been completely healed after a piece of flesh was cut off by a sharp weapon.

Heather narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking.

Someone arrived at the dead prince's place deep in the roots before the Maids of the Night, and dug up part of the dead prince's body.

Heather guessed that the piece of flesh on the forehead represented the royal status of the once strongest demigod Godwin, the piece of flesh on the heart of the chest represented the immortality of the Golden Law, and the piece of flesh at the end of the fishtail represented the power of the Hundred Phases of the Furnace.

Heather swung a vacuum wave of moderate intensity at the huge corpse of the dead prince from a distance, and found that the wounds on the dead prince were not large, and there were signs of slow healing.

According to the toughness of the skin and the speed of recovery, the strength of the flesh-taker was definitely not weak, and it would not be too long before he left this place.

Who would have taken these three things?

Heather did not continue to think about it, and the angry dragon roar interrupted his thoughts.

The dead dragon Fulshanks saw that his best friend's body was attacked, and he immediately roared in anger. The scarlet dragon thunder that had dimmed became vigorous again, and even began to have strange lightning mixed with black and gold lingering in it.

"Tsk, I actually forgot about you, how rude."

Heather tilted his head and raised his hand to block in front of him. The huge lightning spear that came from far away at a very fast speed hit Heather fiercely at almost the same time.

The dragon spear that was powerful enough to destroy mountains and stir the sea was only less than half a meter away from reaching Heather, but it could not break through even a millimeter.

The invisible barrier formed by the mixture of Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki was like a natural moat.

Then, Heather's five fingers slowly twisted and rubbed, and the scarlet dragon spear that kept roaring and exploding in front of him was twisted and deformed, just like the plasticine squeezed by a child, and it was reshaped into a scarlet thunder dragon of the same size as Furshanks!

The dragons collided fiercely, claws and claws tore each other, teeth and teeth bit the enemy, and the battle continued.

"Sure enough, you can't even recognize the most basic enemy posture. Your brain is not corroded by death, but by evil magic.

It just so happens that I have a little experience in dispelling evil magic."

Heather clenched his fists and made a muffled sound of bones.

"The more you experience the power of destructive concepts, the more you understand Lao Kao's ideas. This power is really useful, and it can play a greater role in my hands.

Try this, the 'Dream-Breaking Fist' that can destroy all evil thoughts and illusions!"

Heather seized the opportunity and jumped high, and the fist wrapped with dreams and destructive concepts hit the head of the dead dragon Fulshanks firmly.

At the moment of impact, whether it was the strange sky, the rotten earth, or the tree roots soaked in death, they were all shaking violently and making strange wails.

The corpse of the dead prince Godwin suddenly came to life, with his arms spread out and a sharp roar that was not like that of a mortal creature.

Afterwards, this extremely evil giant corpse continued to decay and wither, and within a few seconds, its entire body turned into blood and pus and flowed deep into the tree roots and onto the ground.

The dead dragon Fulshanks was hit by Heather's punch and flew far back, and fell to the ground after flying dozens of meters, splashing a lot of pus.

He covered his head, and there was a very obvious dent where his forehead was hit. The dense death spikes on his body also fell off at this moment, revealing the original agile and magnificent figure of the ancient dragon Fulshanks, and even the scales on his body began to glow with golden light again.

The dragon's roar was no longer sad and angry, but contained a beautiful melody like chanting a poem.

"It is said that the ancient dragons of high status would communicate with roars full of emotion and magic. Compared with words or language, this kind of communication method that is like music and poetry is more valued and favored by the ancient dragons, so it is also called [Dragon Poetry]... It is better to see it in person than to hear about it. It is really a beautiful melody."

Winona, the most knowledgeable member of the Maids of the Night, listened to the chanting of the ancient dragon Fulshanks and couldn't help but admire it.

"What is he saying?" Heather's taste in music appreciation is limited to pop music and anime songs, and she knows nothing about this kind of elegant dragon poem.

At this moment, Heather suddenly understood the meaning of the dragon poem.

"【Thank you, stranger. You woke me up and saved me from the eternal torture of death.】"

Heather raised her eyebrows and looked at Winona, who immediately explained: "Even if they don't understand music, the ancient dragons can take the initiative to let the chosen understand the meaning of dragon poems. This is the right given to the ancient dragons by the Dragon King Platon Sanx."

What a useful ability. It is said that the demigods in this world all have strange powers like real gods, not to mention the real god-level existences such as the Dragon King Platon Sanx and the Eternal Queen Marika. I really don't know how they use such a useful ability...

"This is not a good place to chat, let's change to a private room."

Heather snapped his fingers, and the realm of the dream concept quickly eroded and spread around.

The surrounding environment began to fade as it was eroded, and it became dim again, and the scenery changed accordingly.

The strange and huge corpse of the dead prince Godwin was still embedded in the deep roots, and all the traces of the battle around him disappeared, and even the countless flies and insects flying around Godwin reappeared.

Obviously, they had escaped from Godwin's dream of death.

The ancient dragon Fulshanks slowly crawled to Godwin, looking sadly at his best friend's body that had long been unrecognizable, and let out a sigh-like sigh.

"Your state just now was very abnormal, don't you want to explain it?" Heather flew to Fulshanks and asked.

"【If you're talking about my ugly posture just now, it's because I've been imprisoned in Godwin's dream of death for hundreds of years.

I want to fight against the incomplete 'destined death' that erodes him. Someone told me that as long as the influence of the destined death disappears, the golden law will favor Godwin again and let him revive as a tree.

I believed it, so I kept fighting against the destined death without sleep. Unknowingly, the stone body of the ancient dragon was gradually eroded and infiltrated by the destined death, but it's ridiculous that I didn't notice it.】"

Folshanks's dragon roar is elegant and beautiful, like the most perfect bass singer.

"...Someone told you? Who?" Heather frowned.

Fulsanx slowly turned his head and looked at Heather with his only remaining left eye:

"That man mourned Godwin's death, worked for Godwin's rest, and planned for Godwin's resurrection.

Similarly, it was he who helped me enter Godwin's dream, and it was he who dug out three parts of Godwin's body and charmed me, allowing me to fight to the death with the outsider who was about to break into the dream.

He is Godwin's younger brother, the most terrifying god-man.

His name is Michaela."