After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Loud and deep dragons resounded across the sky.

The powerful, suffocating coercion spread without any convergence.

The human beings in the fighting and fighting instantly fell into instinctive tremor.

They stopped the movements in their hands almost at the same time, and turned their heads to look towards the center of the power fluctuations.

Scarlet sparks floated and shone in the thick black ashes, shrouded in the silver-white scales of the dragon.

The golden-red vertical pupil was burning with an unquenchable flame, like a ruthless **** overlooking the world.

Shock, horror, panic.

Black emotions spread in the air.

In an instant, the battlefield fell into a deadly horrible silence for a short time, like a **** that was immediately scarce, and at the moment it collapsed, it would flood the sky and swallow all living beings.

The mercenaries squeezed their weapons, their knees trembled under the terrible pressure, resisting the urge to retreat.

what happened? !

Obviously that **** black-robed man assured them that when they arrived, the human form of the dragon would not be awakened!

Zhuo Fu sat on the ground.

As the closest human being to the incident, he witnessed what happened just now with his own eyes.

In the melee, the mercenary's sneak attack caught them off guard. This was a tragic, lifeless massacre.

However, the mercenaries did not target non-combatants.

It's not kindness, it's more disdain.

They knew that without protection, this group of people would not survive the battlefield for five minutes.

Plus, they have more important and urgent things to do.

The sharp dagger tip shone with cold light, and fell ruthlessly.

"No--" Zhuo Fu's eyes widened, and he rushed forward.

The depths of his eyes reflected everything that happened not far away.

The picture seems to be playing slowly.

The scorching flame in the blood, the mercenary who burned screaming in the fire.

as well as……

Dragon.

Just a few steps away from him, a strong wave of magic power exploded, and the slender boy turned into a terrifying dragon.

too close.

It's too close.

When he was close, he could smell the fire and steel on the dragon, and felt the strong air current when the opponent's wings spread out.

The dragon's roar rang strongly.

Zhuo Fu fell to the ground blankly, with a pale face turned upside down, his expression dull and blank.

He could hear the roar in his head, the shivering when his muscles and bones rubbed against each other, but other than that...

Nothing at all.

He felt like he was not thinking about anything.

It seems that there is too much thinking, and the central processor in his head is burned out.

The first thing to react is the mercenary.

One of the mercenaries picked up the dagger from the ground, his fingers trembling with extreme fear, but a pair of iron gray eyes burned with crazy light.

He leaped up and drew the dagger towards the dragon's back.

The dagger slashed along the silver-white hard scales, and a trace of blood appeared on the dragon's body.

Dragon blood ran down the gaps between the scales, like a winding golden-red river.

The dragon let out a deafening roar.

Its wings slammed hard, and the mercenary was immediately lifted out, and his back hit the mountain wall beside Zhuo Fu. He could even hear the sound of the mercenary's bones breaking above his head.

The next second, the dragon looked in this direction.

"..."

Under extreme panic, the human body cannot move.

Zhuo Fu shuddered and stared at the giant dragon. He saw that there were inhuman fierceness and cruelty in those red gold vertical pupils.

The next second, it opened its mouth.

The turbulent, raging flames capable of melting the rock rushed in.

Zhuo Fu closed his eyes subconsciously, waiting for the impending death.

The scorching smell of the burning fire surged in the air, and he could hear the sizzle of cracking flesh, and the painful and miserable howling of the mercenaries, the short few seconds seemed to be stretched into a whole century.

Zhuo Fu felt that he might be dead.

Or it is a cycle between life and death several times, until there is no trace of residue left at the end.

But he opened his eyes.

There was a hellish picture in front of him.

Human beings are reduced to ashes, and dust is floating in the air.

Scattered sparks burned in the ashes, radiating residual heat outward.

...

Alive?

I am still alive?

This thought arose in the depths of Zhuo Fu's mind, but it seemed so incomprehensible.

He slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

The medical staff hugged each other, shaking and crying, and were scared to death.

But still alive.

At this moment, a deep, long-distance tremor sounded from afar again.

The dragon raised his head, and his golden and red pupils looked in a certain direction in the distance.

Zhuo Fu realized that the ground noise he had just heard was not an illusion. The vibration from the ground under his feet was gradually becoming more intense, and the smell of sulfur in the air gradually became clear.

The knowledge reserves accumulated during most of his life automatically surfaced.

Zhuo Fu heard his hoarse and broken voice, yelling in a stern voice: "The volcano is about to erupt—run away—"

The volcanoes in Ross District are unusual.

The depths of the volcano are extremely deep, and the hot magic core is burning and surging all the time.

In theory, strong magical fluctuations can cause abnormal magma surges, but in reality, the probability of occurrence is extremely low.

But perhaps the appearance of the dragon caused a chain reaction-the volcano is about to erupt, and the hot lava will swallow an entire area.

Shi An felt as if he was floating in a semi-awake, semi-drowsy state.

He vaguely knew what seemed to happen, but he didn't have much sense of reality, as if his soul was floating outside of his body.

It's just like when I was called back.

Until the tip of the dagger cut open the scales, pain came.

Shi An seemed to wake up suddenly. He angrily killed those who attacked him and burned the disgusting ants.

Before the flame touched other humans, Shi'an hesitated and stopped.

However, in the next second, a strong feeling of being watched came from the side.

That magic wave is too familiar.

Shi An subconsciously turned his head and looked in that direction.

The heavy volcanic ash was overwhelmed and pressed down, like a heavy black smoke that was alive, shrouded everything in an inexhaustible shadow.

The scorching gust of sulphurous wind tore apart the ashes.

The man's slender figure was shrouded in clouds of smoke and dust.

He walked in this direction step by step.

The hunting wind rolled up the corners of his clothes and long silver hair.

Mu Heng's face was pale and scary.

As if the snow in the extreme winter, there is no blood.

His pupils shrunk into pinpoints, and those cobalt blue eyes are like ghost fires burning in the dark, with a cold color that makes the whole body cold, like a blade, cutting through the thick smoke and dust in front of him, and facing silently. The dragon not far away pierced over.

He held a long sword with cold light in his palm, the frozen transparent blade drooped, and the dark red blood dripped down the blade and fell on the ground.

Mu Heng walked towards the dragon.

At this moment, a rumbling ground sound rang under the ground.

It was as if something was rushing a few meters below the foot, roaring, eager for release.

The dragon raised his head and looked towards the distant volcano.

at this time……

Zhuo Fu's heart-cracking voice came from far away--"The volcano is about to erupt--run away--"

This sudden change caused Mu Heng's footsteps to pause slightly.

In the next second, the silver-white dragon opened its wings, the hot waves of heat and dust were rolled up, and the sound of flapping its wings brought violent sound waves.

The dragon flew up.

It flew towards the smoke and dust, the silver-white dragon wing edge cut the volcanic ash, and its huge body was swallowed in an instant.

At this moment, the black-robed man’s "guckling" laughter sounded:

"The magma will not spread to this area."

"The dragon will not allow it."

The black-robed man smiled more happily: "However, this action is not benevolence, nor is it kind, but because its treasure is in this volcanic pit, with us."

"Your men will not die, so...

Don't worry about chasing. "

The second half of his sentence rose slightly, with a strong inflammatory.

The strongest among the human beings delivered their sincerity to the enemy and cast aside their pride, until the lies and disguise were torn apart, revealing the cruel, **** truth.

This is not only an insult, but also a betrayal.

-Deception and betrayal will end with blood and killing.

With a single push, all false peaces will fall apart.

And our God finally sees it thoroughly.

Hatred is the deepest bond between these two races.

Only destruction is the ultimate destination of the entire world.

However, before the black robe man could say anything, a dazzling silver light suddenly pierced the sky and struck him straight like a sudden burst of meteors.

The black-robed man shrank his pupils, and hurriedly raised his weapon to block.

"Crack—"

One of the ore on the wrist made a clear cracking sound, and a black-red blood vessel disappeared from under the skin.

The small piece of young skin lost its elasticity and returned to its original dry and chapped appearance.

Mu Heng didn't say a word.

The cold flames deep in the pupils, pale thin lips tightly pressed into a cold straight line, there is no emotion on his face, like a merciless marble statue, and a strong hostility is tumbling all over his body.

Unlike just now, his offensive was crazy and savage.

The sword's front screamed, and the sword aura brought a sharp white line in the pitch-black viscous air, leaving scary sword marks several inches deep on the ground.

It is a kind of extreme violence.

There is no emotion, only pure rage and killing intent.

The black-robed man was difficult to resist and had to retreat again and again.

"Crack!"

Purple-black crystals are all over the cracks.

As if it finally reached its limit, it suddenly shattered in the waves of terror brought by the magical collision.

A black-red blood spurted from the black-robed man's mouth, and the whole person floated backwards like a broken kite.

He gritted his teeth and frowned, he didn't seem to expect that Mu Heng would have the upper hand in this situation.

I am afraid I am not an opponent.

He made a decisive move, tore another piece of crystal from his wrist, and then crushed it forcefully.

The lines of alchemy rose under his feet, emitting a scarlet light under the strong blessing.

Before Mu Heng struck again with a murderous sword, the black-robed man fled, leaving only a muffled laughter in the air.

——The round has been laid.

The rest is just waiting to fight.

His figure disappeared into the air.

Mu Heng stood there solemnly, turning his head to look in the direction where the dragon disappeared, a pair of icy eyes revealing a frightening horror color.

The tip of his sword dripped blood, as if it were a god.

Shi An heard the wind whistling in his ears.

He flew very high, already above the thick black volcanic cloud below.

Not far away, the scarlet crater can be seen faintly, and flames and black smoke are spraying outward at this moment.

What happened just now happened too fast.

I always feel that I was standing behind the treasure pile and looking up at the sky in the last second, but Shi'an returned to his original form in the next second, looking down at the flames and corpses, and...

Shi'an's flight speed slowed down.

In his mind, Mu Heng's eyes flashed away.

Don't know why, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Perhaps it is because there will be no way to curl up into the nest made by human beings in the future, or it may be because after losing his identity as Shi'an, he has no more ice cream to eat...

Shi An calmed down, a little annoyed to put aside this point.

whatever.

If you don't have it, there won't be it.

In the future, he can find a magma mouth to make a nest. The temperature is much warmer than that of humans, so he can grab what he wants to eat. Anyway, he is very strong, and there may be more ice cream to eat in the future.

Shi An flew in the direction of the crater.

In any case, the volcano cannot erupt, otherwise the crater below will definitely be submerged.

His treasure is still there.

Apart from this, there is absolutely no other reason.

After all, except for the treasure, he was completely intact and didn't care at all.

It is much harder to suppress the eruption of a volcano than to catalyze the process.

Shi An wanted to press it back at first, but soon he realized that it was almost impossible to accomplish, so he changed his strategy and began to try to dig rock blocks with his claws, guiding the hot magma to flow in the opposite direction of the volcanic crater. .

After his paws were stained with volcanic ash and the usual silvery white color was no longer visible, the plan was finally completed.

The crimson magma is flowing with silky gold, erupting from the crater, and flowing along the tunnel towards the Aiwen Snow Field.

The hot magma collided with the blue-white ice and snow. The magma gurgled and became scorched black and dry. The snowfield melted and was frozen by low temperature. More magma flooded again, repeating, until the violent eruption of the volcano became slow and slow. Moderate, and no more threats until the end.

Shi An slapped his wings and stood still at the crater.

He felt a sharp pain at the moment of falling.

"Wow!"

The dragon let out a painful cry and hurriedly flew up again.

He lowered his head and looked to his right paw.

From the tip of the claw to the center, there is a deep, huge cut horizontally. The silver-white scales are mixed with blood and mud, and they fall down tickly.

The blood containing magical power fell into the magma, instantly igniting a burst of small bursts again.

Shi An only then vaguely remembered that when he just woke up, he seemed to be holding something sharp and hard with his hand. This wound seemed to have been left at that time.

But I don't know why, I didn't feel it when I was digging the rock just now.

It hurts.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Shi An carefully blew into his paws.

The scorching wind swept across the wound, and he couldn't help shivering in pain, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Big tears fell from the eye sockets and couldn't stop no matter how much.

The one-legged dragon buried its head in its wings, its tail drooped sluggishly, and its crying nose twitched.

It really hurts.

Zhuo Fu squatted down on the ground, his face was mixed with half-dry blood and dust, he looked dazed and embarrassed, his eyes were hollow, like a mourning dog.

Behind him, the remaining members of the administration are counting the wounded and disposing of the corpses.

Not far in front of him, Wen Yao was arguing fiercely with Mu Heng.

To be precise, Wen Yao is arguing:

"...We must report things about time, sir."

Her face was extremely ugly, as if she had been beaten severely: "Unexpectedly, the dragon has been hiding by our side for such a long time, listening to our plan... No wonder we treat the dragon figure There hasn’t been any trace of the search until now, it’s just the principle of black under the light."

"This is a humiliation to the Authority and to humanity."

Wen Yao's voice was extremely cold, Zhuo Fu had never heard the other party speak in such a terrible voice:

"You leave this to me, and I will contact Shangfeng."

Zhuo Fu was distracted.

Wen Yao's thoughts are really normal. To put it bluntly, everyone who witnessed the scene at the scene thought so.

But... they are not the ones who should have this kind of anger that seems to be betrayed, fooled, and insulted——

Zhuo Fu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Heng.

Since just now, Mu Heng hasn't said a word from beginning to end.

His expression was as cold as ice and snow, with a terrifying hostility on his body, but there was no expression on his face.

No matter how carefully Zhuo Fu looked at it, he couldn't see what the other party was thinking.

As long as Mu Heng thinks about it, he can keep his emotions under control, preventing anyone from being aware of what he thinks in his heart, and there is even no clue that can be used to guess.

Zhuo Fu really couldn't guess.

Especially if the opponent is still a dragon slayer...

This made Zhuo Fu almost completely unable to imagine what Mu Heng was thinking about now.

"Shi's family must be thoroughly investigated. In addition, all the places where Shi'an has lived, so the humans related to him and the humans who have been in contact with him must be controlled—"

Wen Yao's voice sounded again, dragging Zhuo Fu back to reality from Huang Shen.

He staggered to his feet, walked forward, and interrupted Wen Yao's words: "Then according to what you said, shouldn't we all be controlled?"

Zhuo Fu's voice was weak and dry, but it was rare seriousness.

Wen Yao was startled and turned to look in Zhuo Fu's direction.

She frowned fiercely and said, "As a researcher, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Why has nothing to do with me?" Zhuo Fu asked back, "Didn't you just say you want to control me?"

Wen Yao paused slightly.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhuo Fu shook his head, and the volcanic stone powder fell from between his hair, like a rain of gray rain:

"Maybe I am an anarchist by nature, a liberal party member. In short, it's up to you what you say. I think, perhaps, we should not report this matter for the time being..."

Wen Yao's face became more ugly: "What do you mean?"

Zhuo Fu: "I mean..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yao sternly stopped: "Zhuo Fu, don't tell me, you are beginning to empathize with that non-human being? Even if you have been deceived by lies for so long?"

She stepped forward, with an aggressive look in her brown-black eyes:

"I think you have been in the research institute for too long. Do you know how much damage a dragon can cause to our world? What a terrible purgatory can be created? So many people died under my hands— —"

Zhuo Fu blinked and asked:

"Which is the dragon burned to death?"

Wen Yao: "..."

She suddenly got stuck.

"Maybe we can think of a better way, maybe the dragon is actually..."

Zhuo Fu stopped his upside-down words.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his face, and rubbed it vigorously.

After a few seconds, Zhuo Fu raised his head and said with some difficulty: "I mean... I don't know... Sigh."

If he was the previous one, he would definitely agree with Wen Yao 200%.

After all, a giant dragon with terrifying power can turn two-thirds of the mainland into a scorched monster. For humans, it is definitely best to eliminate it.

Especially after he witnessed the destruction that dragons can cause.

The intense fear should have overwhelmed everything.

But... he turned his head and found that he and all the medical staff were all safe.

The dragon's flames bypassed them.

If it is the monster Wen Yao said, all the performances in front of them are disguise and deception, and rescue them from the volcanic eruption, it is only to protect their own treasure.

Then... why avoid them deliberately?

Zhuo Fu couldn't figure it out.

However, he found that when he couldn't help thinking about this problem, what appeared in his mind many times was not the huge and powerful dragon, but the lazy, coquettish and laughing teenager.

It's really weird.

In the end, the two people cast their sights on Mu Heng at the same time.

Wen Yao took a deep breath with a tired look on her face. She said, "Sir, you can make your decision."

Mu Heng raised his eyes to look at Wen Yao, his voice cold and low: "Don't report."

I don't know why, Zhuo Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, I saw the man in front of me slowly turned his head to look at him, stared at him with those almost cruel eyes without any emotion, and stretched out his hand to him: "Shi'an's bag."

Zhuo Fu was taken aback.

He didn't expect Mu Heng's observation power to be so amazing, he actually found that he had picked up the space extension bag from the place where Shi'an had lay just now.

Zhuo Fu sighed and handed over the bag.

The bag was handed over to Mu Heng's hands.

Mu Heng threw it to the ground and slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

It is not made of magic power, but a real sword used to slay dragons.

He opened the bag with the tip of his sword.

In the next second, three monsters scrambled to get out.

"Master, you haven't looked for us for a long time!"

"What happened? We are so worried!"

"Yes, yes—"

Three monsters got stuck at the same time.

They stared blankly at the tip of the long sword that was shining coldly in front of them, and slowly raised their heads, and looked at the silver-haired man who was holding the sword in front of him. They were all stupid: "...... …………………”

I am grass.

I grass? ? ? ? ?