Volume 1: Golden Pocket Watch Chapter 112: Rotten Flesh Earth Dragon

Style: Fantasy Author: Magician's SorrowWords: 2374Update Time: 24/01/13 11:31:51
Feeling the trembling of the earth, Viatu's heart tightened, she glanced at the bloody words appearing in the void, and replaced words with actions.

The wind around her suddenly roared, swirling and raging in all directions. White clouds loomed in the whirlwind. Viatu stepped on the clouds, her body flashing in the clouds, getting faster and faster, trying to get around her. Little by little, a pile of bones of flesh and blood is being built.

The reason why Viatu did this directly was not only because of the special ability of the Cloud Bishop, the whole body was wrapped in clouds, which not only increased the speed, but also effectively isolated the pollution.

On the other hand, they are worried that the Bone Puppet will suddenly go crazy. In that case, the clouds can be used as a barrier without spending too much effort, which will be beneficial to future exploration.

As an experienced "high priest", she had already calculated the best plan in her mind. Seeing this, Xue Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this young and energetic lady did not choose to attack, and it quickly followed to the side. rear.

The strong wind became stronger and stronger, and the clouds piled up to weigh thousands of tons. Then a huge bone hand faced the strong wind from behind and slapped it hard.

Viatu sensed the terrible pollution wrapped around the giant hand. It was as rich as black ink. If a demigod-level priest were touched by this, he would probably degenerate into a thick-blooded monster in an instant. Even a powerful land angel would, at least in this case, Unable to move for the next hour.

The strong and smelly wind filled her nostrils. Viatu frowned and her black Gothic dress whistled. She clenched her hands and quickly took off, which significantly reduced the gravity of the earth and gained additional power. , the flashing speed more than doubled instantly!

Amidst the roaring sound, Viatu relied on the clouds and the powerful hurricane to successfully reach the side of the huge bone hand from high altitude.

At this moment, her heartbeat suddenly stagnated, and then her body felt cold. An indescribable gloomy feeling emerged in her heart, and wisps of coldness quickly climbed up her spine and into her brain.

It was a huge rising black shadow. Although the clouds were hazy, its shape could still be vaguely seen, and the corresponding scene naturally emerged in my mind.

The dark earthworm, which looks like a small mountain peak, raises its exaggerated mouthparts covered with spiral barbs. Thick green smoke is rising, as if illusory flames are burning inside.

From its ring-shaped gaps, fishy bony hands grew out. They were scratching constantly, and there was deadly pollution left on the bony hands.

This giant earthworm half crawled and half flew around each other, like a poisonous snake, using its faceless mouthparts to watch the figure hovering near the entrance of the temple from a distance.

"The bony hand that appeared just now actually grew out of the limb joints?"

Viatu looked at the rapidly withering weeds around it. In an instant, countless corpses emerged from the soil, and invisible ghosts began to crowd around it.

Rotten dragon!

This is a rotten dragon puppet!

In the Fourth Age, the dragon with rotten flesh is a symbol of corruption, holding part of the power of death. It is also the emblem of the ancient family, the Pappano family!

Viatu did not pause. It glanced at the bloody words that appeared in the void. It endured the coldness of its body and the suffocation of its heartbeat. With the help of more intense hurricanes and clouds, it rushed into the depths of the temple without looking back.

thump! thump! thump!

The word "blood" slowly appeared and disappeared, Viatu's heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and the coldness on her body was quickly dissipated by the heat emitted by the vigorous exercise.

Her spiritual intuition told herself that the danger just now had passed. As mentioned before, the rotten dragon could not enter the temple, so it was safe for the time being.

So, she slowed down her pace, turned her head and looked back, facing the rioting earth dragon at the door, and said with lingering fear:

"Your Majesty, that Earth Dragon just now, what is our chance of winning in a head-on encounter?"

The blood eyes retracted their gaze and did not respond.

Does not answering mean that the probability is zero?

"That is a land angel-level dragon with rotten flesh. It is enough to poison a priest of the same level. Your experience is at most 3 levels, but I will take you to escape directly."

The word "blood" reappeared. Wei Yatu nodded slightly and walked towards the collapsed altar inside. She actually roughly guessed the identity of the earth dragon. She asked the blood eyes just to confirm the guess in her heart. After all, the owner of the blood eyes was Your knowledge and character must be higher than yourself.

If he were just a demigod, or a saint, I would still be happy to bully him. After all, this legendary extraordinary creature should be very rare on the market. Unfortunately, the one I met was a land angel. ...Weiyatu added silently in her heart.

"The extraordinary creatures here are very strong. There are even puppets of extraordinary creatures from the Fourth Age guarding the gate. I really don't know what secrets are hidden in this temple."

Hearing Wei Tu's words, the blood eyes trembled and regrouped into the black shadow that appeared before.

As soon as the black shadow appeared, the entire temple was instantly filled with an inexplicable meaning, and the divinity exuded made Viatu unable to even look directly at it.

Your Majesty, His Majesty, has appeared?

Viatu stopped, looked at the expressionless black figure appearing next to her, and saluted slightly:

"Your Majesty! Why...how did you come out?"

"Projecting it will consume too much spiritual power."

This sentence contains another subtext, which means that summoning blood eyes can last for ten minutes, but summoning one's own projection can only last for three minutes, or even less than three minutes. It is better for you to maintain blood eyes in case the time comes. Encountering unknown dangers, there is no way to escape.

The black figure did not immediately pay attention to Viatu. He stretched his body and made a crackling sound of bones. It seemed that he had not stretched his meridians so freely for a long time.

"This temple has special power. I originally thought that this kind of remnant soul could only live in an obsidian bracelet. I didn't expect that the power here allows me to ignore the loss of spiritual power and come in and out freely."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, now you can explore with me."

Viatu was instantly pleasantly surprised. There was a big boss from a god status following her, exploring a temple, and she was able to catch him at his fingertips.

The black shadow nodded slightly, and immediately looked at the top of the temple, ignoring the dome made of huge stones and looking up into the sky. Through the accumulated fog, he could distinguish the blurry stars. After about 5 seconds, he pointed at a star that was exactly the same as the collapsed altar. In the opposite direction:

"Go here, don't worry about the altar. That one is also a false image. Fortunately, I can project it, but I really can't see through the trap just now with my blood eyes."

"Is it also an illusion? I didn't even notice it. Thanks to Your Majesty's reminder, I didn't expect this temple to be so dangerous?"

Viatu no longer dared to take a step. Even outside and in the church, she was the high priest inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, and a powerful land angel. But at this time in this temple, she was like a Children who have not grown up know nothing about danger.

"Follow me."

"clear."

Viatu took out a jet black revolver from behind her for the first time in a long time. There was a badge hanging on the trigger, which was engraved with a man standing in the sea, holding a trident.

She held the pistol, letting the muzzle droop naturally, and silently followed the shadow, her expression cold and cool, calm and calm, without any panic.

After walking through the extremely dim temple for a while, the black figure in front suddenly stopped, glanced at the stone door on the left, and said in a deep voice:

"There is a flying centipede inside. It has a relatively low status. You can try to deal with it yourself first. You will solve it. I will not participate. When you encounter extraordinary species that cannot be dealt with later, I will help you."