Chapter 175 How many courtyard houses are these?

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 175 How many courtyard houses are these?

"This is a good title, I like it."

Mr. McDonald said with a smile.

I couldn't tell whether he was male or female in his voice, I could only tell that he wasn't old.

"Your bodies are not here, you went to the wrong place."

Thakar said while moving his arms.

Although he used yoga secrets to restore his muscles, the pain did not disappear.

"You seem to have made a mistake. I have nothing to do with them. I am myself."

Mr. McDonald corrected himself.

"You? What are you going to do?"

Thakar asked.

"It's very simple. I heard that the well water here is good. I want to get a few buckets and go back to make tea."

Mr. McDonald said lightly, as if he were making a trivial request.

"You are indeed here for the Heavenly Dragon Orb."

Takar snorted coldly.

"Dragon Orb? Is that what you call that thing? It sounds pretty middle-class."

Mr. McDonald pouted and said.

"Then what do you call it?"

Thakar asked.

He didn't really want to know, he was just stalling for time.

There will be a change of guard in a few minutes, and others will come to him to report the situation.

"It doesn't have a name. After all, I'm probably the only one who knows it exists."

Mr. McDonald said with a shrug.

"If I had to choose a name, Super Philosopher's Stone might be more appropriate."

He raised his M-shaped eyebrows, looking quite funny.

"You are a pure-blooded dragon."

Takar gritted his teeth and said.

"I didn't say anything, so be careful what comes out of your mouth."

The corners of Mr. McDonald's mouth curved downward, and there seemed to be an unseen symbol in each of his golden eyes, which were slowly turning upside down.

Takar's eyes were deeply attracted by those two symbols. He realized that he shouldn't look directly at them, but he was deeply caught in them and felt dizzy like looking at a kaleidoscope.

"It's really a dragon!"

He bit his tongue hard and woke up from the hallucination with the help of severe pain.

Takal's heart was shocked. Just a pair of eyes had such magic power. How many generations of this pure-blood dragon is it?

A kind of fear spontaneously arose in his heart. It was the fear of a counterfeit facing an authentic product, the fear of prey facing an apex predator, and the fear of the user of the Word Spirit facing the controller of the Word Spirit.

But soon, a burst of anger ignited from the depths of Thakar's soul.

What is he afraid of?

Even if the other party is the Dragon King, is it more terrifying than the dark life in the slums?

Think about the mountains of garbage, the filth so close at hand, the stomachs that are never full, and the endless destiny of reincarnation from generation to generation.

No one can stand in his way, not even the Dragon Clan!

The blazing golden pupils opened angrily, and the blood-filled pupils showed a deep dark golden color.

The scales on his forehead protruded outward, and the pupil-like pattern turned golden, looking like a third eye.

Eye of Destruction.

This is the symbol of Lord Shiva's agent in the world and the symbol of India's highest lineage.

Mr. McDonald watched the change in his expression with great interest. His expression became more serious after seeing him grow the world-destroying eyes.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in that eye, and even he couldn't take it lightly.

"I have to say that human beings are indeed terrible. They have spent so much money to steal power. Although they are incomplete, they are still powerful."

Mr. McDonald said quietly.

"Your time has passed."

Thakar said with a sneer, taking off his weapon from his waist.

A scimitar inlaid with huge gems, the blade was covered with flowing patterns, and the blade glowed with a rich red light.

A copper shield is engraved with a statue of Shiva. The three eyes of the statue are black gemstones as big as thumbs.

This is an alchemical weapon borrowed by his father-in-law from Atta Ashram. It is a palace treasure passed down from the time of King Asoka of the Maurya Dynasty.

Holding a knife in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, Thakar looked directly at Mr. McDonald with fighting spirit.

"Broken copper and iron. Only the blade is of some interest. The craftsman who made the knife was really willing to use such a large piece of the Philosopher's Stone for plating."

Mr. McDonald commented ruthlessly.

"The craftsmanship is just too poor. I can make ten better ones with the same materials."

"Killing you is enough."

Takar said calmly.

"Yeah?"

Mr. McDonald chuckled, raised his hand, and threw a black shadow.

He didn't throw it very fast, and Takar could clearly see that it was a small stone.

Its appearance is very round, and it has at least experienced millions of years of erosion.

But it is still just a small stone. Even if it hits an ordinary person, it will only cause minor skin injuries at most.

Then, Thakar showed a look of preparedness.

He would never forget that just after receiving Raj's body, he almost lost one of his hands.

It is possible that the same power is hidden on this stone.

So Takar chose to squat.

The stone passed through his chest and hit the tiger skin garment of the Shiva statue.

With a teeth-searing clicking sound, the mighty statue disintegrated into a pile of gravel.

The stones got mixed in and couldn't be illuminated anymore.

"Your mind is broken, are you still so confident?"

Mr. McDonald's tone was slightly mocking.

"I never believe in any god."

Thakar stood up, looking as usual.

"Oh? I just saw that you have been praying."

Mr. McDonald was a little surprised. He had been monitoring Thakar's actions.

"That's just pretending. If they believe in God, I believe in God. If they ask me to pray, I will pray. If there really is a God in the world, he should bless us before my father and mother died miserably."

Thakar slapped the copper shield with his scimitar, and the Shiva pattern on the shield gradually glowed blue.

"Now, I am my god."

He roared and rushed towards Mr. McDonald with rhythmic steps.

Takal's every step was filled with explosive force, making the solid rock floor tremble.

"Have ambition."

Mr. McDonald gave a thumbs up, then raised his hand and threw a handful of stones.

It looks like a trick played by children, but it contains infinite murderous intent.

Under the supreme authority that controls the "eye" of all things, even a stone can destroy a mountain.

Facing the overwhelming rain of death and stones, Thakar actually kicked off his feet and flew into the air, taking the initiative to face it.
To be continued...