The giant dragon Mir Monier crawled in a pool of blood, and no longer felt silent.

A power in the dark guided Frien, and he rushed over and rushed forward first.

An indescribable desire surged in my heart.

This dragon corpse seemed to have turned into delicacies of mountains and seas, luring him to pounce on him and have a feast!

He swallowed and looked at his companion who was standing in a pool of blood, bathed in dragon blood and covered in red.

"How are you, Golden Eyes?"

"It's nothing serious." Roy explained in broken imperial language, then his expression sternly - as the dragon descended, a blue-gray whirlwind could be seen from the naked eye on Mirmonier's remains, and a large number of ancient and mysterious runes piled up in it, and continued to fly into Frien's body!

The scene in front of the Dragon Word Stone Monument in the Wastewater Temple reappears again!

Frien stood quietly in place, gently closing his eyes, stretching his hands back, relaxing and enjoying his expression.

It seems to be embracing strength!

Balgoff's words suddenly flashed through Roy's mind - only the dragon descendants can solve the core of the dragon and kill it truly.

"Does the so-called killing mean devouring the soul of the dead dragon?"

"It was me who ended it with my own hands, but I was so seriously injured for it. In the end, I was always making wedding dresses for Frien?" Roy wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, clenched his fists, and felt unwilling to accept it. "How can the template be invalid for Dragon Soul?"

As the unwilling emotions broke out in his chest.

The void crackled, scarlet arcs flowed, and a blood-colored octopus the size of a lion emerged, and its round and round limbs shrank and swelled, and its dense wrists and feet suddenly wrapped around the dragon's head.

The translucent dragon soul was pulled out by its tentacles. It was much smaller than the corpse. It looked hazy and transparent under the sunlight. There was no arrogant cruelty and hostility in its eyes, but instead appeared dull and unsightly.

It seemed to accept its own destiny and give up all struggles and resistance.

The two forces fought fiercely against the dragon soul.

A stream originated from the dragon descendants, forcing the dragon soul to turn into a rune secretword and suck it into the body.

Another sensation came from the illusion of blood-colored octopus, with tentacles wrapped around half of the dragon soul, and the suction cup and serrated mouth nibbled at the dragon soul with a "crack, crack" and swallowed the fragments into its stomach.

Eriles led the soldiers to move over carefully and ran into the two of them standing quietly beside the dragon skeleton.

Going into some strange state.

"Is the dragon dead yet? What are they doing?"

"Quiet!" A trace of surprise and confusion flashed in Farenjia's eyes.

"Don't bother them, there is a dragon descendant... absorbing power!"

...

Only ten seconds.

The dragon soul reduces at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Roy swallowed one-third, while the dragon descended also absorbed one-third.

Roy wanted to continue, but suddenly, an extreme fear surged in his heart for no reason.

The air around him seemed to be drained instantly, and he couldn't breathe, almost suffocating.

Everything around him, everything, space and time are hostile to him!

It was as if his devouring dragon soul at this moment was against the whole world!

He clearly felt a pair of huge golden eyes appearing in the void behind him.

His eyes were staring at them through the clouds, and when his pupils turned to the dragonborn, he showed a sense of recognition.

And when it turns to the witch hunter.

warn!

threaten!

His sharp eyes were like a steel needle pricking him, and the severe pain wrapped around him.

At the same time, an invisible and cold palm penetrated his skin and flesh, penetrated into his chest and pinched his heart.

Every inch of his skin and every cell, trembled and twitched in this grasp.

This sense of crisis.

He experienced it once, when he rashly observed the statue of Goddess Meritelli and was watched by the gods.

And now - is the demon or the Holy Spirit warning me?

Which is the intentional arrangement and arrangement of the dragon descendants to absorb the dragon soul?

A sense of enlightenment arose in his heart, and he continued to compete with Frien for the Dragon Soul. This hand would end his destiny and make him desperate!

Then stop at the right time.

After all, this is a world created by the Holy Spirit, and they must follow their rules in other people's territory.

But he also felt unwilling to accept this breath sooner or later!

Let's start with Frien, whom He values ​​the most.

"call-"

With a breath, Roy closed his eyes and his body relaxed.

The blood-colored octopus received some kind of instruction and decisively released the dragon soul and disappeared into the air.

The chaos in the template finally ended, and a clear explanation emerged.

"You killed the legendary creature - the dragon Mir Monil, you swallowed some of the fragments of time, experience value +5000, witch hunter lv12 (7300/12500), your understanding of time has improved, your unrelieved power and power cooldown has been reduced, now it is 21 minutes... Your ancient blood has been slightly affected, but it is not enough to produce a qualitative change."

He sighed and opened his eyes, suddenly he felt that some kind of wonderful connection seemed to have arisen between himself and Frien, and he could judge the position of the dragon descendants anytime and anywhere.

What's going on?

...

In just a few seconds, the remaining dragon soul was absorbed by the dragon descendants and nothing left!

The dragon corpse that lost its dragon soul suddenly changed drastically, and evolved into more than ten years in just a few seconds. The dragon's scales and flesh all weathered, collapsed into pieces, and scattered into air.

In the pool of blood, only a huge and pale skeleton was left, entrenched on the ground like a lizard with wings.

Roy sorted out his emotions, observed the keel with concentration, and kept every detail in mind for deeper meditation and sublimation.

At the same time, around the dragon skeleton, the palms were stroking lightly, and the rugged dragon bones and exquisite dragon scales scattered on the ground were wrapped in a hidden way.

Soon, he was surprised to get a whole dragon tendon - more than five meters long, thick forearm, light yellow all over, tough and elastic to the touch.

"The next time the hand crossbow is upgraded, there are materials!"

The witch hunter accepted it decisively.

At this moment, Frien opened his eyes, and his brown eyes turned into golden vertical pupils like dragons for a moment, cold and majestic, full of arrogant arrogance!

But it immediately returned to normal, but it was so bright that it was scary, like the sun in the sky.

And Frien's body has begun to digest and absorb the dragon soul.

Each attribute has a slight improvement of one or two points, and it will continue until digestion is completed.

"Guys...I, there's a little more in my mind!"

"What's more, Frien? Why do you react to this big guy?" Wilkas, Fakas, Torva, Aville couldn't help but look at the slightly confused man, "Are you really the legendary dragon descendant?"

They could not imagine that the young boy who was tortured by him for more than ten days in a single fight would have such a legendary and glorious identity?

"It must be so!" Faren Jia nodded. Everyone present seemed to have only noticed the abnormality of the dragon descendants absorbing the dragon soul, but did not see the hidden blood-colored octopus. "Only the dragon descendants can absorb the power of the dragon and turn a flesh-filled dragon corpse into a skeleton in just a moment!"

Fake?

I am just an ordinary person, how could I be a dragon descendant?

Frien's eyes turned to the excited people and looked at the gray sky again. His throat was itchy for no reason. The itch suddenly became more rapid and could not be cured. At the same time, it began to get violently hot. He couldn't help but open his mouth and vented this power into the sky, like an instinct!

"Vos!"

A surging sound exploded!

Everyone's hearts were terrified.

I saw a circle of circular airflow gushing out of the dragon's mouth and flew into the sky, with a stunning momentum as if to smash the sky!

"God! Is this the dragon roar used by the dragon just now? Uphrek used the power to kill the Supreme King Itoge!" A soldier exclaimed, and the torch in his hand trembled!

The Fakas brothers surrounded the dragon descendants, and the big hands covered with black hair touched and touched the west.

"Stop, what are you doing? I'm not a woman!"

"Look at the legendary dragonborn body structure is different? I feel that there is no difference?" Fakas asked, "But even the dragon is killed this time, what will we kill next time?"

"A stronger dragon!" Will Keith replied, "Anyway, there is a dragon descendant to take the lead!"

On the other side, Aville suddenly knelt in front of the keel, his cheek muscles twitched, tears burst out from his eyes, and he shouted like an ventilation!

"Meimin, have you seen it? Dad did it. We killed the dragon! This is the dragon roar, the power that Olaf uses to kill dragons! The legend is true, burning Olaf's Day is bullshit! Woo woo!"
To be continued...