"The guy who inherited the original light is here!"

So, at this moment, Diapolo deeply realized the importance of quantity, but he understood that group fights are the kingly way, and he could not change the fact that he was beaten up at this time.

There were too many disaster beasts, and he couldn't handle it at all. He knocked down the other end, and soon another one was more thick-skinned and thick, and he didn't have time to finish the attack.

As for the human side, Diapolo, who had opened his heavy dragon wings and wanted to fly, but his body was bitten by three monsters at the same time, took a look, well, there was no need to rely on it, it was very disappointing.

"Do you want to go back?"

Diapolo, who was already pressed on the ground and even felt a monster tearing his dragon wings, couldn't help but feel the idea of ​​leaving. With just one thought, he could immediately return to his clothes and reach out and eat to open his mouth. He didn't have to endure the pain of fighting these monsters at this time.

"I'm going back in shame?"

But a strong unwillingness rose in Diapolo's heart. This was not the ending he wanted, but he didn't take a single head.

"It's so embarrassing, Diapolo!"

Diapolo, whose body was getting more and more painful, heard a helpless whisper at this moment.

"Ophelia?" The vertical pupils of the Demon Dragon Dark Gold were full of incredible. He actually heard his wife's voice. Is it a hallucination?

"I really can't stand it anymore, let go, I'll do it."

A faint white light rose at the scales on the back of the dragon that was pressed into the sand, and then penetrated into the dragon's body and headed towards the center of his eyebrows.

"Don't resist, my thought is very weak, and you will be broken if you struggle a little."

The spiritual sea of ​​consciousness filled with endless silver and white lights had expanded to the size of the original body. It was difficult to confidently look at the illusory slender figure that appeared in the spiritual sea.

"Ophelia, what do you want to do?"

"Leave your body to me, and I will dominate this battle. Your fighting consciousness is too bad. You fight entirely by instinct. This is to ruin this killing body."

The residual thought that it was so weak that it could be broken at the touch did not hide its disdain for Diapolo. In her opinion, Diapolo could not fight at all, and was just doing it by instinct. Of course, the disaster beasts that besieged him were not much better.

Without thinking for a long time, Diapolo made the most correct decision. So, the demon dragon's eyes, which were pressed by the seven-headed monsters, became even more indifferent in a silent manner, and the breath changed slightly.

There was no roar or overwhelming pressure. There was only the sharp edge of the atmosphere, and the viscous blood pouring out like a reservoir opened. A monster was beheaded by the magic dragon's tail swung. It was clean and neat, without any drag.

The sudden change made all the monsters involved in the siege stunned. It was in this moment that the demon dragon, which was originally suppressed at the bottom, narrowed its size and instantly crawled out and flew back into the sky.

Roar! Angry! Hiss!

The death of the companion did not make the group of monsters feel fear, but made the monsters even more excited. They roared and roared, and rushed towards the demon dragon flying and hovering in the sky.

But what these monsters don't know is that the body of the demon dragon that was born for destruction and destruction was no longer the Diapolo, who had only combat consciousness, but the king who had conquered the dragon domain for hundreds of years.

As we all know, the gap between scrap iron operation consciousness and king consciousness is only a little bit, and the Galaxy with its fingertips is as big as that.

So, the massacre began. It was simple, efficient, and elegant. The magic dragon hovered in the sky was like a dance that belonged to the dragon clan, but every move of "her" had a monster falling from the sky.

However, this bloody dragon dance did not last long, because the power of the dragon body of Diapolo was forcibly improved. If the king wanted to show off his operation, he also needed a certain amount of strength as the basis.

Therefore, Diapolo, who was completely watching the operation from the perspective of a bystander, and could also sense his every move and physical changes, looked anxiously, and still appeared from all directions, and the monsters that kept coming were a little crazy.

"Don't you care about anything? These are the things you should seal." Dragon Soul looked down at the sea of ​​light below and asked angrily.

He can leave now, ignore everything, and care about anything. But he is a dragon with wisdom and emotions. Even if it is an object, he will have some emotions after playing with it for a long time, let alone these "people" who live with him day and night.

Once he loses his goal, these monsters that are flocking to the world will do something, and there is no need to think about it at all.

He can ignore how the world has become, and he can not worry about how the Congress has become. But Diapolo doesn't want them to die.

He is so selfish. He just doesn't want those who have a relationship with him to die because of his reasons. He just hopes that those who maintain a good relationship with him can be healthy and happy and live happily.

"Even if you don't care about anything, then you give me this power, even if it's for the time being!"

The dragon soul roared, and the sea of ​​light surged, and something reasonable and unexpected happened.

The sea of ​​light that was originally just quietly suppressing those monster souls that were constantly swallowed by Diapolo, had a different change from the past for the first time.

The vast light surged from the depths of the sea of ​​light and rushed out of the spiritual sea of ​​Diabalo. The silver-white light wrapped his tired dragon body. A giant body as majestic as a pillar of heaven began to be constructed with his dragon body as the core.

"You finally used it."

A voice of relief drifted in the sea of ​​spirit, Diapolo's dragon soul raised his head in a daze, looking at the idea of ​​gradually gaining the image of his original body because of calling his power.

"What do you mean?" Why do those monsters and Ophelia take it for granted that he can use this powerful force.

"Don't you understand? If you have a little kindness and want to protect the beauty from being destroyed, you can borrow this power."

Ophelia, who had been in Diapolo for more than a year, had already understood it.

"Damn!"
Chapter completed!