Chapter 197 Fire Tumor: Agilion
White mist filled every corner of the sight.
After taking a bite of the fire attack that was probably dragon's breath, Lind felt his body was full. Flames burst out from his hands and blasted away all the mist that tried to entangle him.
Lind marveled at the wonder before him. The neck stretched out from the water looked like a winding giant python, but the dragon horns on the top of the head and the wings spread out behind that tore through the water showed that it was a dragon, not a giant snake.
The failure to burn Lind to ashes was obviously beyond the expectations of the water dragon. Its extremely long red neck quickly dived underwater and disappeared completely.
Looking towards the water surface, the dark water surface was suddenly lit up by a pair of red crescents like a devil's moon. Then, sections of red light outlined a very long body that was wriggling and winding underwater.
Arrow patterns also appeared on the water surface, rushing towards Lind quickly. The dead silent waters suddenly came alive at this moment.
Gurgle, gurgle, the dead and cold water was boiled.
The air around him rose again at this moment, making Lind feel as if he was in a furnace. The air he inhaled through his mouth and nose and into his lungs was filled with the stickiness of thick fog and the heat of magma.
Lind took a half step back, his eyes fixed on the restless water.
Now he has two options: turn around and run, or catch the dragon.
He felt madness flashing in his mind. Perhaps it was the contact with the magic ring fragment that burned his brain, and the crazy blood in his body corroded his spirit again. But if he could catch a dragon at this time, and a dragon that could continuously spit fire, Lind would solve the endurance problem.
Moreover, this dragon is not strong. It is just a two-legged flying dragon. The pressure of its momentum is only slightly stronger than that of Archbishop Kazhan, but far less than that of Leon.
Lind remembered what the ghost Selina said, that at that time a two-legged dragon from the Far East Magic School escaped here across mountains and rivers, and accidentally dropped the horn.
If I'm not mistaken, this is the wyvern pulling the cart.
The water surface roared and exploded, and a dragon's mouth covered with dense and jagged teeth emerged with a flame and bit towards Lind. Even if Lind was a heroic knight, he was not sure that he could withstand the dragon's bite that seemed like hundreds of sharp blades cutting at the same time.
He suddenly rolled to the side to avoid it, but a scarlet figure had already jumped out of the water and slammed heavily in front of him, its body completely occupying Lind's vision.
Although the wyvern does not possess the magic of the legendary dragons, its strong and sturdy body will create a huge noise every time it shakes and moves.
With its folded front wings and strong hind legs stomping on the ground, the weight of its body was enough to crush Lind.
The fire was ineffective, so the wyvern followed its instinct and attacked with its body, but chains had already spread out from Lind's body, quickly spreading and climbing onto the scarlet dragon.
The possibility of success of the mental taming from the Lost Soul Chains when facing a flying dragon that is absolutely superior to the upper level is almost zero.
Chains were breaking every minute and every second, but more chains would immediately climb up.
Linde also climbed onto the back of the wyvern with his flexible body. He possessed the branches of the "Secret Pattern Messenger". He just didn't like to act stealthily on weekdays. He had long determined the main fighting style for himself, which was to move aggressively. But it didn't mean that his physical flexibility was poor.
The dragon's spine is covered with long, uneven thorns, some as thick as fingers and some as long as arms, densely packed.
Apparently, the option of being ridden was not in the genes of a wyvern when it was born.
However, Lind discovered that there were some broken scales on the neck of the wyvern. Considering its past as a cart-pulling ox or horse, it was not difficult to guess that these must be traces left by something like a rope or horse harness.
If it were an ordinary magical beast or wild beast, after being ridden, it would be helpless against the figure on its back, but the wyvern in front of it was not one of them.
It turned its extremely long neck like a giant python, and easily looked at Lind who was holding the Soul-Loss Chain on his back.
The dragon's mouth opened again, and the flames completely covered Lind.
The thick fog in the area was blasted away by the flames, and the ruins of the collapsed city-state in the distance were also engulfed by the flames in an instant, exploding into white ashes that flew into the sky along with the gushing flames.
The environment on the shore did not escape the licking of the flames. Without the cooling of the water, the flames completely exploded their power on land, turning the area into a melting furnace purgatory with rolling heat waves and turbulent explosions.
Lind crossed his hands in front of his face. Even if he could ignore all the damage caused by the fire, the impact of the flames spewing out of the dragon's mouth was like a continuous heavy hammer, hitting his body madly. If the flames had not kept attacking and madly accumulating strength for Lind, he would probably have been knocked over in this spewing.
The thick clouds produced by the explosion and the ashes made from the melted rocks rose into the sky, rolling upward like a mushroom cloud, and then lost all their strength and fell down sparsely, causing a rain of fire.
His blood was rushing to his head, and the skin on his chest was red from being eaten by the burning heat. The flying dragon that kept shaking its body made it difficult for Linde to stand steadily.
Finally, after another shake, the wyvern threw Lind off and spread its wings and flew into the sky.
The wings of the sky-covering beast spread out, and Lind seemed to see a small fortress flying in the air.
Its body hovered in the air, like a scarlet python with a pair of wings and two hind legs. The wyvern also realized that ordinary fire could not harm Lind, so it twisted its slender neck into a semicircle and bit its own neck.
It was also at this time that Linde noticed that the wyvern's neck had many swollen spots and clusters of creepy tumors growing on it.
A tumor was bitten open in the dragon's mouth, and orange-red magma flowed out. The magma hung on the pterosaur's teeth, and it was obvious that it was in great pain.
Lind didn't pay attention to his actions at first. It was very common for mad monsters to be eroded by disasters after the end of the world, or to lose their minds directly in fighting.
However, when the wyvern opened its mouth again and the blazing flames gathered into a ball and fell from the sky, Lind immediately felt something was wrong.
Like a flash of lightning and a roar, the flames no longer spread and raged, but condensed into meteors, which streaked across the sky and chased after Lind's body.
He quickly stood up and ran, feeling the rumbling explosions behind him.
One, two, three... a string of meteor showers, intensive bombing.
The roar of the explosion and the heat wave surrounded Lind, and Lind, who had been ignoring the damage caused by the fire, had his skin torn apart at this moment.
The wyvern flapped its wings in pain in the air, and its body moved up and down as its wings flapped.
It looked excitedly at the area bombarded by orange-red flames, confident that even if Lind could ignore the flames, he would definitely not be able to avoid this breath, because it was not flame in essence.
"Woooo, hum--!" The sound of the horn pierced through the sound of the explosion, and the pterosaur's body suddenly stopped.
The sudden curse drained the pterosaur's strength, and the abscess on its neck began to struggle violently. It fell with a wail, raising a cloud of dust.
A buzzing sound filled Lind's ears, and the explosive air waves squeezed him, and the familiar feeling came back again.
He was deaf again.
Probably in the game, it should be called a "negative state", such as a broken leg, disability, deafness, blindness, etc. In fact, this situation has always been very common, and Lind is not an iron man.
The broken body was quickly healed with the help of the raging flames, and the large blood vessels under Lind's skin flashed bright red light, making him look like a secret pattern man.
Especially the beating of his heart and the interaction with the emblem on his chest, which made him seem mysterious and hard to fathom at a glance.
Now only the torn dragon-skin pants covered his lower body. He walked towards the flying dragon barefoot, his scorching feet leaving behind burning footprints.
Seeing that the wyvern was about to stand up, Lind raised the Banshee Horn again.
He can use this thing casually and doesn't have to worry about not using it enough times.
The wyvern, whose strength had never surpassed that of a hero, performed quite poorly after being cursed to have its strength cut in half.
The body squirmed.
"Don't move!" Linde believed that the other party would definitely understand.
After reaching the extraordinary level, you can no longer treat them like ordinary wild beasts. What’s more, what is in front of you is a pterosaur, a magical beast.
Fear flashed in the wyvern's eyes; it recognized the horn.
"Look, we can still communicate normally!"
Lind tied up the flying dragon with the Soul-Loss Chains. The other party seemed to be fighting against something, which made it unable to struggle when facing Lind's restraints again.
The banshee horn was thrown into the water, and the figure of the ghost Selina immediately appeared.
She shouted in surprise: "Akilian?"
After watching Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon, my favorite dragon look is still the bloodworm Korakshuu. I have always thought that such a long neck is very suitable for growing some small decorations such as pustules and eyes.
I directly posted the picture of the bloodworm.
(End of this chapter)