On the huge charred wreckage of the chimera, a huge halo was born, pouring into Liu Qian's body.
He looked into the depths of his consciousness, his eyelids beating:
Dragon Spirit: 4.8%
Mana: 10112/48550
Fifteen thousand dragon spirits!
This number is a full 5,000 points more dragon spirit than the 10,000 points that killed the purple monster bird.
But the size and strength of this chimera are obviously not as good as that purple monster bird, why did more dragon spirits burst out?
Questions swirled in his mind.
Liu Qian guessed that this might be caused by the strange black stone.
This chimera has undergone some kind of special evolution at the Black Stone, although it is interrupted, but in a sense it is higher than the purple monster bird.
Liu Qian couldn't help but secretly rejoice, fortunately, he interrupted the evolution process in time, otherwise he couldn't imagine what kind of combat power Chimera would have after evolution.
He stopped staying, and his massive body turned to the edge of the tower.
The wings fluttered violently, stirring up the wind and swooping down towards the city thousands of feet below.
Breaking through the last layer of gray and white fog barrier, the scene of hell came to his face.
Different from the scene he saw when he first arrived, Tria is now soaked in blood and fire at this moment.
The long white marble street, stumps and broken arms were scattered everywhere like broken dolls, broken heads rolled in the corners, and empty eye sockets looked at the blood-colored sky.
Liu Qian was shocked, and his eyes swept away, it was those scale and claw monsters!
They crouched on the corpses that were not yet cold, their barbed tongues digging into the pried skull, making scalp-tingling sucking sounds, and licking the viscous slurry inside.
The air was filled with blood that could not be dissolved, and the fishy smell of internal organs.
The whole city was burning, groaning, and desperately dying.
Liu Qian's gaze was like a cold probe, sweeping over the wide steps extending down from the base of the tower.
At this moment, it has also become a slaughterhouse.
Several young wizards in gray robes were disemboweled, and their intestines were dragged out, revealing the red and white skull cavity inside, and the viscous liquid slowly flowed down the gaps in the steps, converging into a small disgusting mixture.
Liu Qian's dragon pupils swept over, and there was no pity in the golden vertical pupils, only indifference.
This pack of Ossarion's lackeys died as they deserved.
His gaze moved upwards, and at a higher place on the steps, a crimson figure caught his attention.
It's Jerina.
Like a bloody red bronze statue, she was firmly nailed to the last few steps leading to the tower's gate, protecting Janice behind her.
The long sword in his hand burned with flames, and every slash brought a scorching death arc, forcing the scaly claw monsters that pounced on him to retreat and cut them off.
The crimson armor on her body, covered in ancient runes, shone with a dazzling red glow, isolating the monster's sharp minions, leaving only charred scratches on the armor.
However, there are too many monsters.
They were like sharks smelling blood, fearless and tireless, surging up from the mountains of corpses and blood below in waves.
They let out a sharp and piercing hiss, fearlessly pounced on that little crimson.
Jelena's movements became visibly heavy and sluggish.
Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a heavy and painful gasp.
Sweat mixed with blood and dripped from the lower edge of her helmet.
The armor is not seamless, and the joints and the gaps in the neck have become the targets of the monster's claws.
New wounds were increasing, blood seeping out of those crevices, staining the lining red.
She could feel the power passing by rapidly, and her vision began to blur with weakness and blood loss.
"Wow——!"
An uncontrollable cough gushed out from under the mask, and blood instantly stained the metal mesh on the inside red, dripping along the edges.
"Sister!" Janice's heart-wrenching cry sounded behind Jerina, full of despair and helplessness.
She clutched the strap around her sister's waist, her small body trembling violently with fear and the tragedy she witnessed, and her face was splattered with blood that I didn't know if it was a monster or Jelena.
"Let's go!" Jelena's hoarse voice squeezed out from behind the blood-stained mask, and every word had the fishy smell of blood foam, "Take advantage of now... Fast! Go to the port and find a boat to Oros..."
She swung her sword with all her might, forcing away the nearest scales and claws to gain a gap for her sister.
Janice shook her head desperately, tears mixed with blood on her face and rushed out of the ravine: "No! I'm not going! Even if I die, I will be with you!" "
Jelena looked at her sister's dark purple eyes, which were the same as her own, and there was a desperate determination burning in them.
For a moment, her eyes were like ice, and hot tears flowed out, mixed with blood and sliding down.
She stopped speaking, just used her last strength to protect her sister deeper behind her.
Jelena clenched the hot hilt of the sword, and her cold purple eyes locked on the frenzy of scales and claws that surged again, leaving only the burning will of death inside.
At this moment, a dragon roar that was enough to tear the soul and shake the earth, like an ancient horn, exploded from the sky of blood and fire burning!
A torrent of destruction followed.
The golden dragon flame was like a molten sun core, pouring down from above the nine heavens, accurately covering the crowded steps in front of Jerina.
The flames roared, instantly engulfing dozens of scales and claws in the front.
The terrifying heat made the air scream overwhelmingly, and the stone steps turned red and shattered in the flames.
The monster rolled and twisted in a sea of golden fire, letting out a dying howl that pierced the eardrums, instantly turning into charred bones and flying ashes.
The scorching air waves hit like a tsunami, with the breath of burning everything.
Seeing this scene, Jelena suddenly turned around and protected her sister Janice under her broad breastplate and arm bend, using her body and armor as a shield.
The hot wind swept up her long silver-gold hair exposed to the armor, and the ends of her hair instantly curled, and her skin felt a burning pain, but she didn't move at all, pressing her sister's head and face tightly to her chest.
The wind howled, rolling up ashes and gravel on the ground.
A shadow that obscured the sky suddenly descended, enveloping the bloody steps.
With a loud noise as heavy as a meteorite falling to the ground, rubble splashed, smoke and dust filled the air, and a dragon with a body of more than ten meters long and covered with majestic and gorgeous golden scales fell in front of them.
The cold stone groaned and shattered under the dragon's claws.
Jelena raised her head with difficulty, and through the blood-stained mask grid, the majestic golden giant shadow was reflected in her icy purple eyes.
Janice next to her also struggled to poke her head out, her eyes widened with the same violet color, filled with extreme shock and a hint of unbelievable familiarity.
"Come up!"
The dragon's roar was low and majestic, piercing the crackling of flames and the dying wails of monsters, and smashed clearly into the sisters' ears.
Jelena froze, her mind blank.
A talking dragon?
Is it an illusion of dying at this time?
"It's you, Liu Qian!" Janice reacted, her voice with a hint of excitement.
Liu Qianlong, who was transformed into a golden dragon, looked slightly.
At the same time, its cold golden vertical pupils were as sharp as knives, sweeping down the steps.
There, more scales and claws that had wiped out the resistance of other wizards, like huge ant colonies smelling fresh flesh and blood, were hissing and merging into a filthy torrent, stepping on the scorched bones of their companions and humans, and frantically rushing up the steps again.
They only have killing in their eyes, and they only have a violent desire to attack the dragon that has just descended, and they have no awe.
"Quick!"
Liu Qian's voice sounded again, beating on Jerina's beating heart.
The instinct to survive overwhelms the shock and doubt.
Jelena gritted her teeth, used her last of her strength, took her sister Janice's hand, and stepped on the dragon's thick wing roots and walked up.
The scales on the dragon's back were hot, like a red-hot soldering iron, and the amazing heat could be felt through the armor.
The sisters just lowered their bodies and grabbed the raised thorns on the golden dragon's neck.
"Huh——!"
The huge golden dragon wings surged violently, setting off a small storm.
The powerful lift instantly carried them away from the bloody steps and rushed into the city.
Under the sky, Tria's tragic situation was unobstructed.
Liu Qian carried them and began to glide low along the once bustling central marble street that was now full of monsters and corpses.
The dragon's head was slightly lowered, and its golden vertical pupils locked on to the densely packed scales and claws below.
The dragon's mouth opened, and the golden light of destruction brewed deep in its throat.
At the next moment, a dazzling golden pillar of fire was like golden lava, spitting out with a bang.
Dragon flames fell from the sky, like sticky and hot golden juice, violently pouring down on the heads of the crowded monsters below.
The extremely hot flame rose instantly, and the flames spread wildly along the long street.
The ignited monster was like a humanoid torch, rolling wildly in a scream of despair, trying to extinguish the maggot-like flames of the tarsal bones.
The entire wide street turned into a long river of pale golden flames rushing and roaring in a few breaths.
The golden fire illuminated the increasingly gloomy sky due to thick smoke, painting the entire dying city with a cruel golden glow.