The giant dragon sleeping in the gray fog appears quiet and ancient, with a brown head lying quietly on the ground, and its narrow neck slowly extending upward, like a rugged mountain range, with light red scales translucent, and a streamlined and strong body radiating a unique beauty. At a rough look, it looks like a small earth-red hill, silently sitting in a certain area of ​​the black space.

The spirit body state did not need to breathe, but it may retain some instincts during his lifetime. The other party was still breathing subconsciously, his lizard-like nose wings contracted and his round belly rose and fell slightly.

It seemed that it had been sleeping here for a long time, and the gray mist was quietly lingering in every corner of the body, between the claws, under its body, and in the gaps in its wings.

It comes from some kind of pressure at the soul level, or from the instinct of the weak, and no spirit around dares to approach it, which allows it to sleep in a rather quiet environment.

However, at this moment, this silence was quietly interrupted by an uninvited guest.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the gray fog and touched its forehead between its eyes. The dragon's eyelids flipped. However, before it could react much, golden grid-like silk threads suddenly appeared on the surface of the hazy and huge body.

This seemed to make it feel something was wrong, so its trembling eyelids suddenly opened, revealing a pair of fiery red vertical pupils, staring at the person who suddenly appeared in front of it, with a hint of anger in his eyes. But before it could take the next move, the golden thread that wrapped around it suddenly tightened.

The golden silk thread seemed to be very restraining on the spirit body. Although the dragon struggled and roared during this period, it still had no results. In a few breaths, the huge dragon soul contracted and folded, gathered into a silver-edged card, and was grabbed in the hands of a white figure.

...

In the foggy dark world, the dragon soul disappeared, and the bald Varis, who was not far away, walked up.

"The sixteenth head is also the last head I know. The biggest black death god rarely reveals his whereabouts, and the same goes for her two wives."

Varis's voice was completely different from his sissy tone, calm and steady, and looked very manly.

This is actually his normal voice. The slight voice he spoke to before was just a disguise.

Nodded, staring at the card in his hand and flipped over and over, Charles then looked up at Varis.

Seeing this, Varis took a step back vigilantly: "My sir, I promised that I will not attack me again."

I couldn't help feeling nervous in my steady voice. After experiencing that strange change, the cunning eight-clawed spider was obviously a little scared.

"Of course." Seeing his appearance, Charles shrugged.

Although he was an enemy of this person, Charles never thought about how he really did.

It is still beneficial to keep this local. At least it is stronger than other spirits with a dull look on their faces and cannot communicate. There are very few people who can communicate in this space, and Charles has only met one or two.

So even though the other party had a grudge against him, Charles still did not intend to "waste" him as spell casting material.

After all, Varis now has no chance of posing a threat to him, and it may be of use in the future.

Thinking of it, he suddenly thought of something, so he spoke, "Have you seen a golden figure here?"

Seeing his face as usual, Varis breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard the other party's inquiry, he replied without thinking: "Of course he has seen it. He is very conspicuous, but he doesn't say anything, just like everyone else."

"Okay, if you can let him speak, or ask him to have other special reactions, I might consider agreeing to you a request."

These words made Varis a little stunned. But before he could respond, the white figure in front of him quietly disappeared in front of him.

This made him sigh with a loss.

...

Leaving the black space, he casually placed a stack of thick cards on the bed. Charles then picked up a note and a quill pen, and began to draw on it to clean up his thoughts.

"As far as I know, the dragons known in this world are the three heads next to the bald girl, but those three heads seem to be not very good at flying..."

"Maybe there are other ones? But no matter which one is, the flame protection barrier against the dragon flame is essential."

Thinking of it, he wrote a line of words on his notes; but when he started writing, he was confused.

"Is there any difference between dragon flames and ordinary flames? Or, will the flame protection barrier be useless?"

As soon as this thought appeared, Charles was left behind because he had no other choice except this.

"Prevent precautions in advance. If it really doesn't work, just crush the crystal and teleport them away, and then think of a solution."

Thinking about it, he began to add some details to his notes, and then continued to ponder.

"Prepare the magic array and the field in advance, and then I personally stand on the surface with the scepter as bait. As long as it steps into the range of the magic array, there will be a chance to tie her up..."

"The second step..." Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the scepter placed on the bedding, hesitating.

"Can you trap it?"

Facing Charles' words, the scepter trembled in response.

I don't know if it can or can't.

Shire can only think it can.

According to his idea, if the action goes smoothly, the bound daughter of light will naturally not be able to sit and wait for death. The entity will not be able to maintain it at that time, but she can still do it by breaking her divine nature from the shell. Charles was confirmed by this from the Three-Eyed Crow.

"Then you come in handy." Muttered, Charles frowned.

The scepter has a ability to suck the spirit into the black space, but in the past, Charles only used it to store human souls, but God's soul has never tried it.

He thought about using a three-eyed crow to do an experiment, but firstly, the other party seemed weak to Charles, and it was useless to experiment. Secondly, it was a bit offensive to make such unreasonable demands.

So this idea was finally abandoned.

"You can only extend the way down according to the idea that you can." He murmured, and then wrote a few lines of words on his notes.

If it goes well, the opponent's spirit body will be absorbed into the black space by the scepter, and Charles can arrange a binding magic array in advance.

As long as she restrains her spirit body, Charles will have the possibility of "eating her".

Of course, the other party may also break free, or fight back or simply not get in. But everything you do is risky, and you will never know if you can do it without trying.

"The colorful energy of the scepter is quite sufficient, so it is enough to set up a magic circle there, but a magic circle may not be enough..."

"If the plan is not going well and I can't beat it, then I can only escape and then return to the main world for the time being to accumulate strength, but it's better to get it in one step..."

Continuously thinking about it, Shire finally finalized his idea.

"The question now is, when will the other party come?"

Thinking of it, Shire suddenly became worried.

Don't prepare for it, but the daughter of light "releases the pigeon"...
Chapter completed!