A fellow member of the dragon clan, messing around and becoming a dragon

"Sister Litong, are you okay?" Constantine pushed his brother away and rushed to Litong's side.

Litong rubbed the face that was close to her and forced herself to smile.

"Fortunately, I can't die, let's continue"

"No, you can't bear it." Constantine was obviously anxious and his tone was reproachful.

"I said it's okay, then it's okay." She took off the three-leaf star drop on Litong's chest. As her fingers flew around, the small star drop slowly started to spin. As the flowers and leaves intertwined, they could only hear With a click, it opened from the middle, and three pure white crystals flew out from it, spinning in the air and drawing formations.

And Li Tong was not idle either: she scratched her fingertips and quickly drew a spirit gathering array in the air. She summoned the elements from all directions to gather, "Okay, let's continue."

Seeing this, Constantine gritted his teeth, slowly condensed the fire elements, and moved towards the glass pupil. Although Norton frowned, he still continued the action. The originally quiet room suddenly became full of ghosts and howls. Don't get me wrong, it's true. The ghost cries.

Countless black mist spread out from the nails, surrounded by flames, and spread throughout the room. Countless screams could be heard endlessly, roaring crazily and resentfully.

[Why pull out, why don’t you want me, why?] The sharp sound shocked the soul, wow, a mouthful of blood gushes out from Litong’s mouth, and Norton and the two were not much better, the scales on their bodies exploded one after another.

"Cough, cough, pull it out, hurry up, don't worry about this." The three crystals suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which shook away the surrounding ghosts, but then dimmed.

Click, click, click, as the nails were pulled out inch by inch, the bones in Litong's body began to slowly seep blood from the seams.

Agumos was so anxious that he hit the barrier, his voice was crying, and he yelled with all his strength not to pull out, "No, you still have hundreds of years, there is always a way to take it out safely."

Gritting his teeth, "Pull it out, hurry up, leave him alone, pull it out," he screamed, shaking people's minds. Constantine's hands were shaking a little, and countless black energy was swirling, burning, corroding, and forcing him around his hands at the moment. He stopped his hand, but no matter how hard he used, the nail would always miss the last inch and not move at all.

Flames intensified, and red lotuses bloomed from his fingers, burning away the black air on his hands. But at the same time, the ghost screams became louder and his hands shook even more. He tried his best to calm down his heart. Under the ghost roar, an emotion called panic was infinitely amplified, forcing him to be unable to pull out the small nail. He was afraid, afraid that Litong would die.

Just when he couldn't hold on anymore and was about to let go, a warm and strong hand came over him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," a low voice sounded, followed by a pop, the sound of the sharp weapon leaving the body, "Ah~" I don't know who screamed, mixed with resentment, pain, and sadness, resounded throughout the Nibelung

The fighting outside the hall stopped, and the two people inside the room also stopped. Agumos grew larger the moment the barrier was removed, caught Litong's fallen body, and called her frantically, but...no respond.

Frowning, Norton and Constantine were about to stand up when a slender jade-white hand was placed on their hands. In an instant, a chill penetrated their whole bodies.

"Why, why don't you want me?" A clear and familiar voice sounded. The two of them were startled and almost froze at the same time. They subconsciously looked at the source of the sound. Who was that? He had silver hair and red eyes, and a bright appearance, but he looked a bit sad under the faint black mist. Looking at that familiar face, Constantine's heart trembled.

"Litong...sister"

The girl tilted her head, as if she was reminiscing... as if she was thinking. But she still said the same sentence

"Why...don't you want me?"

No one answered, the girl's voice became faster, more urgent, and more shrill.

"Don't want me, why? Why? Don't want me!"

Along with the girl's scream, streams of blood seeped out from her seven orifices. It was extremely frightening and silent. Agumos retreated little by little with his hunched glass eyes, but before he could take a few steps back, a sharp gaze cast his gaze. , a pair of red pupils met his eyes.

Bang, with a loud rumbling sound, a wave of air spread out from the center of the palace, overturning a building and leaving a mess wherever it went.

The sound stopped, and Samson and Chao Ya, who had just gotten up from the ground, looked up and saw that there was no palace anywhere else. As far as they could see, there were ruins, and among the ruins somewhere, a girl with a fluttering black skirt was fighting with their king. Get up! ? And His Highness is on the other side with a creature with black hair, two horns on its head, and wings on its back...a lion? Stay together, guarding a certain white figure behind you

[What's the matter? ]

After just a moment of trance, I saw that the two of them had exchanged blows several times, from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground. Everything they passed turned into nothingness.

At the same time, under such a big commotion, those who were just gloating in the distance finally came over. Some who wanted to show off directly attacked them, but the ending was: they were beaten by the girl. He kicked his head off, and in the blood that filled the sky, his body was completely corroded by the black mist, not even a scrap was left.

"Back off, no one is allowed to get close." Fenrir, who didn't know when he arrived, gave the order. At the same time, the fighting man felt his body sinking, as if a thousand pounds were falling from his body, and his movements couldn't help but slow down. The flames waiting for the opportunity began to move. climbed up

Jormungandr flew to Constantine, a little anxious

"What's going on? What happened before? Why did she and Norton get into a fight?"

But then, she stopped talking and stared straight at the lifeless girl who was half-leaning on Agumos, disheveled and with her head hanging down. Then she looked at the two people on the other side who were fighting fiercely.

"This...this" she frowned, and she stepped forward to take Litong's clothes and put her clothes together, but the white gauze was instantly stained with blood red. Only then did she notice

There were numerous tears on the girl's body, especially on her back. The piece of clothing had already begun to ooze blood. Without further ado, she sprinkled the magic potion on the girl's body. However, the magic potion that had miraculous effects was completely gone. As usual, there was no shock at all, and the wound did not recover at all.

Almost as soon as Li Tong was taken over, Agumos rushed towards Chao Ya who was also staring blankly at the other side. He avoided the attack, bit his clothes and rushed towards Li Tong.

"Quick, quick, Dream God Flower, take out the Dream God Flower, otherwise she will be separated from her soul."

Hearing this, Chao Ya, who subconsciously wanted to attack, stopped suddenly and almost dragged Agumos here at a faster speed: looking at the lifeless Li Tong in Jörmungandr's arms, she had no choice but to Admit it, she panicked, she had never panicked before, she was in a hurry, she didn't know where to touch, because there was no good place on the girl's body.

"Dream God Grass, Dream God Grass" Agumos almost screamed. He bit Chao Ya's hand and put it on Litong. On that hand, a small blue vine ring with falling pearls appeared. At the moment when Litong's blood was stained, as if he recognized his former owner, pieces of blue branches and leaves sprouted from the vines, and the bright blue flowers slowly bloomed, and the flowing water-like light began to surround Litong. Jin slowly brought her out-of-focus eyes into focus.

Litong was very tired, so tired that she wanted to sleep without waking up, but when she fell asleep, she seemed to have fallen into a long dream. In the dream, she was trapped by chains, and she was hung high on a cross, with pieces underneath. Heads were moving around. There was a crowd of people, and countless eyes were staring at her. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak. What was she going to say? What was she going to say?

It hurt, it hurt. When she closed her eyes and opened them again, she was on the top of the holy ruins again. The chains on her body jingled, and there was a heartbreaking pain behind her. Hiss, it hurt, it hurt,

[Do you hate it? Don’t you hate it? what have you done? They treat you like this? ]

[They just smashed the statue of the God of Light and burned the Temple of Light. This is what they owe you]

[Then what position do ordinary people who have been protected by you for hundreds of years do this? After all, the people of the Holy Cult are not the first to rush out, but those who once hid behind you are the first to stand up and wave their swords at you. Yes

[Don’t you hate it, don’t you complain? Doesn't it hurt? ]