I Was Reincarnated As A Dragon And Had A Blood Reversion

Although Kalea looks chubby, her speed is not slow at all every time she fights.

He instantly swooped down in front of a group of tribal warriors, raised his chubby dragon claw and struck it down with one claw.

The two tribal warriors who were photographed were instantly plunged into the soil, and the soil was stained red with blood.

Seeing the death of their companions, all the tribe warriors immediately raised their stone spears angrily and stabbed Kalea.

"Zi La~"

The stone spear made a crisp sound when it hit the white dragon scales. Not to mention piercing it, it failed to leave even a trace on the white dragon scales.

The eyes of the blue orc warriors, who originally looked fearless, showed fear at this moment.

But it's too late.

The stone spear's attack did not injure Kalea but succeeded in irritating her.

"Ouch~!"

Accompanied by a childish roar, Kalea's chubby dragon claws instantly broke through the formation of the blue orc warriors.

The battle was almost one-sided. Augustus looked away from the chubby figure who was charging wantonly among the blue orc warriors. The dragon's head was lowered, and his red vertical pupils stared quietly at the old priest with his two paws pressed down.

The old priest was not dead, but blood was constantly bleeding from the corner of his mouth. However, he did not care about his own condition, but turned his head and looked closely at Aman, who was holding his lower body with his claws.

Unlike him, Aman suffered significantly greater injuries and had fainted, but blood kept coming out of his mouth.

"Aman! Aman!"

No matter how the old priest called, his son Aman never responded, except that the upper body of his body would occasionally twitch.

Augustus was not surprised at all by this situation. When he slapped the young orc just now, he deliberately increased the force.

"Anjie, tell this old guy that if you want to save his son, then hand over their tribe's sacrificial ritual."

There was no response from the back, but a familiar purple magic thread stretched to the front.

Looking at the purple magical thread in front of him, Augustus turned back and stared quietly at Anjie Anjie, who was lying on his back.

What does Anjie mean? Even though he knew the language of these blue orcs, he still had to use this magic.

A purple casting ring spread out in front of the blue dragon head. Facing August's gaze, Anjie did not give in at all.

Learning the language of the blue orcs is one thing, say? Impossible, she wouldn't use such mean language.

"What's the meaning?"

"Augus, you can defeat me or even hit me, but you can't insult my pride as a blue dragon."

It's just a sentence, why does this have anything to do with insult?

Augustus was a little confused.

Looking at Anjie's behavior in front of her, it was definitely impossible to get her to pass on the message.

But it doesn’t matter.

August deflected the dragon's head, raised its claws and grasped the purple magic thread in front of him.

The purple magic thread at the other end also immediately extended downwards.

The moment he saw the purple magic thread in front of him, the old priest's cloudy eyes burst out with extreme longing, just like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw.

This time, the old priest didn't hesitate, reached out and grabbed the purple magic thread.

"Why? Why are you attacking us."

There was doubt in his turbid eyes.

This old thing is really good at pretending.

"Stop pretending, old man. In fact, I already know that you can control Warcraft through faith."

"You want to make me your new god, you just want to turn me into your new puppet."

"And do you really think we don't understand what you're saying?"

"Slave God, you really dare to think about it."

After hearing what the flying monster said, the old priest's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word for a long time. His eyes became increasingly cloudy, and he was obviously completely desperate.

I felt the despair spreading from the old man in front of me.

Augustus broke the dragon's kiss with satisfaction.

He liked the smell.

"Old man, let's make a deal. I can forgive you for what you did, but you also need to pay something accordingly and hand over the complete sacrificial ritual of your tribe."

"You can think about it slowly, but your bloodline probably won't last long."

When the old priest who was already desperate heard this, his cloudy eyes gradually became bright again.

"As long as you let me and my blood go, I can give you anything."

"Very good, you are very sensible old man."

Augustus released the dragon's claw that was pressing on the old priest.

The moment he regained his freedom, the old priest rolled and crawled towards Aman next to him regardless.

He reached out to help his son up and put his right palm on his face.

A faint cyan light emerged from his palm.

Augustus did not stop the old priest's behavior, and his pair of red vertical pupils condensed slightly.

Sure enough, this old guy stole the white wolf king's divine power.

Yes, the cyan light is not magic, but divine power.

"Wow~"

The old priest spit out a large mouthful of blood, but looking at Aman who had relaxed in front of him, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

However, he did not forget his deal with this high-level monster.

The old priest turned around and raised his palm to condense a white light group.

"Here's what you want."

Looking at the white light floating silently on the old man's palm, Augustus did not reach out to catch it.

[Time enlightens, let’s go. 】

[This is a very corrosive belief. 】

The red vertical pupils were slightly condensed, and the gaze inside became more and more indifferent.

Augustus stared coldly at the old man in front of him.

"Are you sure this is what I want?"

"Yes, there is the knowledge you want in it."

[call! ]

Accompanied by a sound that broke through the air, the long and winding fiery red dragon tail thrust out. Because the speed was so fast, a red afterimage even appeared in the air.

The target of Dragon Tail is not the old priest, but Aman lying in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The dragon's tail pierced the soil and cut off the blue orc's right leg.

The unconscious blue orc on the ground twitched violently twice as if instinctively.

"What are you doing! Aman, my Aman."

The old priest felt distressed and hugged his own blood.

August ignored the old priest's anger and continued to stare at the old priest with cold eyes.

"Are you sure this is what I want?"

Once again, Augustus asked the question just now.

There was a hint of fear in the old priest's cloudy eyes. This superior species must have some ability to determine whether he had deceived him, otherwise he shouldn't have noticed it! And this isn't the first time.

[Pfft~! ]

The slender dragon tail inserted into the soil was pulled out, but not retracted. The sharp tail tip like a Mitsubishi military thorn was aimed at the body of the young blue orc.