beauty.
Simple beauty.
Winkel had never seen such an exquisite city. Everything, from the sidewalks to the walls, is made of gold. The builders even painstakingly recreated the entire park, replacing flowers, trees and grass with fine golden replicas.
"Look at these," Allison said, pointing to the gold statues that lined the street. While the most representative are lizards and other reptiles, they also include a variety of species such as monstrosities, elves, beasts, and orcs; each statue has a distinct clothing style, although their faces All reveal unbridled desire. The ancient civilization that founded this place is indeed a model of tolerance for small people.
They even erected a giant monster maggot G in the central square
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The golden statue of Ake is rubbing his belly greedily with a crazy expression on his face. What a sophisticated, friendly Dragon City! Fankle could spend eternity there.
He can. "Slave!"
"What is it, Your Majesty?" replied his man of action.
"After defeating the Gold Killer, we will move the capital of my great empire and my treasures to El Dorado," Vankel decided. “I finally found a place that fits me.”
"There's something wrong here," said the unpalatable Allison, growing increasingly agitated. The lich's presence must have unsettled her. "I can't feel any vegetation inside the walls."
"When everything is made of gold, there is no need for green." Winkle replied proudly, but this did not improve the dryad's mood. But not even her whimpers and Malfoy's cries of joy every time he looked at Manlyn Victor could ruin the dragon's mood.
"So clean," Felix the Cat commented. "But where are the minions cleaning?"
Indeed, El Dorado is very quiet. Fankel could never in his life hear a single bird song or local minions, yet his ears were very sensitive.
He didn't care. Indeed, the longer the dragon walked on this road paved with gold bricks and felt the warmth of the metal on its scales, the more at home he felt. Fankel wasn't entirely fond of the buildings' Totten style architecture, but he'd get used to it.
With this city, his bet with Bingya will be easily won!
A glance at the lead pyramid snaps him back to reality and reminds him of the threats the city faces. "Sweet chocolate," Winkle said. "Do this."
"Do that? With whom?"
"That smell."
"Oh, right." The werewolf sniffed the air, and her keen sense of smell came in handy for the dragon. She quickly picks up a scent that leads them through a wide street, eventually bringing the group to a square, on the steps of a flat-topped pyramid.
besides……
They found him.
The disembodied, floating embodiment of pure evil. It is a horrific monster with golden bones and jewel-encrusted teeth, its appearance mocking the beauty of a treasure. Silver robes covered most of its unnatural body as it flew over the orphaned gem's sacrifice. Like a serial killer, he poisoned five golden statues of Manling warriors with a lead curse and prepared to kill the sixth with his bare hands.
"Fu
ibo
!" Vai
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shouted.
"Vai
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?" The lich cowered in fear of the dragon's judgment, cowardly using the surviving statues as hoarding shields. "VAINQUEUR!"
"FURIBON!" Fankel shouted even louder. "I've traveled across oceans, conquered countries, and defeated giants, so I can finally find you!"
"…Don't you have anything else to do? The Lich asked contemptuously.
"What could be more important than destroying you, you gold snatcher?! After you turn the moon into lead?!"
The Lich was silent for a long time, digesting this sentence. "That's probably the stupidest thing I've ever heard your dragon say."
Just like that, the Lich added reptilian racism to his long list of negative qualities. "So you deny turning the moon into a lead hell?"
"Happy Cave, Your Majesty." "The politically correct term is 'Happy Cave.'"
"Oh, I know what's going on," the Lich made a sarcastic sound, which made sense when faced with the Maggot's suicide. "I turned the dragon's treasure into lead, once, for once, and that's all I'll be remembered for. There you go."
"You turned the dragon's treasure into lead?" Felix asked, hanging in Chocolate Sweet's arms. "That's stupid, even for a bunch of dog food."
“…it seemed like a good idea at the time,” Fulliben said, reveling in his hateful history-denialism. "Why should I defend my choices in front of cats?" I really hit rock bottom today. I feel like my intelligence score is going down just talking to you. "
"Hey, Day One!" Manling Victor waved a free hand at his enemy after partially recovering from his obsession with the dwarf. Winkle wanted to scold him, but instead focused entirely on the Lich; no matter what, he wanted to save the golden statue as a hostage.
The Lich deliberately ignored the Chief of Staff before noticing something unusual. "Dalton, why are you wearing only boxers and holding a scythe?" No, on second thought, I don't want to know. "
"Stay away from the golden statue, you monster!" Vai
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Order. "She is innocent!"
The lich let out a low roar, which Fankel thought was a sigh. "I meant it when I said I never wanted to see you again, lizard, and every word you say reminds me why. Can't we just coexist by ignoring each other?"
"As long as you threaten all the gold in the world, I will never rest!" the Dragon Emperor roared, and the earth shook with his unwavering belief. "I see the lead pyramid, Fulibon! Your [gold to lead] was once a weapon against dragons, but now it has become a twisted, perverse addiction!"
"This is different! I want to save everyone from this self-replicating gold! If I don't turn El Dorado into a leader, the new world will be over!"
All of Vankel's fears came to mind as he realized that the lich was willing to descend into the depths of corruption. To make matters worse, his minions seemed to be corrupted by his foul language. "What do you mean?" asked Manlin Victor, his mind possessed by the villain's madness.
Thinking of this, Long's heart was torn, and he decided to sacrifice the golden statue as a hostage in exchange for greater wealth. With a terrifying roar, Winkle opened his mouth and unleashed a powerful fireball on his nemesis, driving Manlin Victor mad before he could.
"We're
udo!”
Time seemed frozen for a moment, and a split second later, Winkle's fireball melted nothing but gold. The lich teleported out from the path, covered in a stone-like material and magical protection.
[Curse of Greed] is activated.
You can now turn stone into gold.
oh?
Awesome! "Get down!" Winkle launched his final attack, charging at his foe with one raised finger; driven by greed and rage, the dragon moved faster than lightning.
"You...you reptilian fool!" the Lich snapped. "The more you spread it, the stronger the spell becomes—"
The dragon stabbed into his enemy's skull without a word.
Immediately, the holy power of greed was activated, immediately turning the entire lich into the purest golden shadow. The floating undead fell to the ground and was sealed again.
"How did the king do it?" Malfoy asked, stunned by the master's golden appearance. "Have you been promoted to the next level?"
"That's... easy..." said my friend Victor. "too easy".
"This is the divine punishment of gold itself!" Winkle replied, refusing to let his servant's bad mood spoil his victory. All his new levels have paid off! "I saved El Dorado! Now it's mine!"
"I still think we should find a trick," Manlin Victor said.
Vai
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grunted. "Okay, okay," the dragon said absently, too eager to test his new powers to find an imaginary enemy. "As you wish, minion. In the meantime, I'll use my golden stamp to repair Fu
ibo
The damage done to my city. "
"Oh, can we go with you?" Chocolati
e asked. “This place looks great!”
"Of course, my little girl," said Winkle, looking at her and the cat in her arms with interest. "certainly."
[Negative Transference] The Curse of Greed].
He wanted to know how much they weighed in gold.
This place gave Victor goosebumps all over his body.
He couldn't explain why, but the whole city gave him chills. Freeburn couldn't be taken down so easily.
Climbing the pyramid's stairs and observing the temple at the top of the pyramid only heightened his intuition. The hall he, Allison, and Malfi now occupied must have been grand, with a hole in the roof above lighting up the gleaming pillars and central altar.
But beyond the main statue of an astonishingly beautiful woman in the center of the room, many of the statues around him felt wrong; from the greedy looks on their faces to the fight scenes they represented.
"Mr. Victor, this temple is cursed," Malfoy said, his usual cheerfulness replaced by uneasiness. "I can see that."
"Vic, I..." Unfortunately, the moment she saw him, Alison covered her face with her hands and tried not to laugh.
Victor tightened his grip on the scythe in embarrassment. What did he do while high? Mir stopped answering his telepathic calls, which means she may have left the plane. Whenever he asked for an explanation, Malfi started to cry.
"I'm sorry." His friend managed to regain her composure, though she was clearly struggling. "Vic, something is definitely wrong with this place. This is the temple of Sibeli, but my goddess didn't respond when I tried to contact her for advice."
"How is this possible?"
"I think the other god had more influence over El Dorado and kept the other gods out."
Yeah, not suspicious at all.
As for Gold's transformation, when did Winkle reach the next level? That's right, Victor hasn't checked out all of his favorite dragon's abilities lately, he has a way of drawing power out of nowhere...but why does he Do you think it has something to do with those strange statues outside?
Intelligence check successful!
"Allison, Malfi, we're in big trouble," he said, both looking up at him uneasily. "I don't think the statues out there are real statues. I think they're people."
"You're right," a harsh voice said.
Victor turned around almost lazily, and the Lich emerged from behind a golden pillar. "Dalton," Fullibon said, was very "lifeless."
"Fu Ri? Is there a trap outside?"
"Yes," the lich replied, annoyed by the nickname. "I learned my lesson. Fighting a dragon is stupid, and your dragon is even stupider."
Ah ha, he was right! "So... how's your (Stockholm Syndrome) going? Are you hanging on?"
"I'm cured, but thank you for your concern. How is your (Lima syndrome)?"
"Still coping."
"I have an antidote if you need it."
"Vic, didn't he catch you?" Allison asked, stunned by the surreal scene. "Why do you consider him a friend?"
"Well, we already decided to let bygones be bygones." Victor shrugged. "I would rather talk to you first than to Vaikl, but..."
"We don't have much time." Fuliben interrupted their greetings. "I need your...your..."
As the lich clearly struggled with the word, Victor cleared his throat. "Our help?"
"Yes, your help. We don't have much time. Knight City is affected by a curse, just like the members of my expedition. You only have to look outside to see the results."
"Adventure?" Alliso
He frowned.
"He's a registered adventurer now." Victor shrugged. "I keep a close eye on him."
"I don't think Fankle knew about it."
"I stick to what I said, I don't plan to set foot in Ishfania again," Fu
ibo
claim. "If you leave me, I will leave too. But in his current state, your dragon won't listen. He can already turn everything he touches into gold, and the worst is yet to come. Can't make it through How long will it take before his greed overcomes his reason."
An ugly picture formed in Victor's mind. "They turned each other into gold," he realized with horror.
Fu
ibo
Said: "When the cursed people drain their flesh and turn it into gold, they start touching themselves." "Not the best wording, but you know what I mean."
"What about Jock?" Allison frowned, suddenly worried. "Why aren't we affected?"
"If they weren't claimed, undead, or demonic, they were doomed. Undead and demons are inherently resistant to such curses, and the claimants on my team were blocked. This made me It is believed to have a divine origin. The wider the curse spreads, the more powerful it becomes."
If Vanke falls into its grasp, it will be unstoppable. "How do we stop it?" Victor asked, remembering Solor's words to them. "Our guide told us that an ancient evil slumbers within the city. Maybe that's why?"
The lich shrugged. "I have identified its source, a closed temple in the center of the city, but I cannot break the magical barrier surrounding it. I decided to convert all the gold I could find into something that would weaken the curse, but in the Knight Grass Under the influence of..."
"I could use that," Victor said. "If we could slip through—"
"mii
i
iooo
sss..." Wacker shouted outside the temple. His voice was supposed to be cute, but it gave people an evil feeling. "Where are you?"
Oh my God.
It was a horror movie, and Wink was the murderous maniac.
