Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 163: Power works miracles

Compared to other blue dragons who are extremely conceited, Tassera has some self-awareness. The reason is very simple. She is a spell-storing dragon and a mage. Spell models are similar to mathematics in some aspects. If she can't do it, she just can't do it. After being humiliated many times, she will naturally know the limits.

Tassera knew her own strength. Although she had mastered many spells and was a little stronger than an ordinary blue dragon, the strength was not much. It seemed that a wizard who had mastered many spells might not be stronger than a warrior who knew nothing.

It has to be said that investing too much energy in spells will inevitably lead to neglect of one thing while focusing on another, resulting in lack of ability in other aspects, such as mobility, melee, etc. In fact, the powerful chain lightning is not as strong as the blue dragon's casual lightning breath, and Otto's Wild Dance may not be as good as the terrifying majesty in terms of control.

Friends often know you better than you do. Leon thought he was only slightly stronger than a mature red dragon, but that was a bit too much for Tassela. A red dragon that had mastered many magical spells, could swing a sword, and had almost no weaknesses was not something a mature red dragon could compare to.

Yes, in Tassela's mind, Leon was a being far stronger than hers. If she were to go on adventures with Leon, she would probably have no chance to show off.

Being needed is a need, and Tassela naturally has that need. She doesn't want to be overshadowed by Leon's brilliance forever, and she also wants a chance to show herself. Now this opportunity has finally come.

Leon is good at strength, but still lacks in other aspects. He doesn't like reading classics, but prefers the kind of novels that can only be read with an empty mind and are mindless and enjoyable.

"To open this door, you need to solve a puzzle. Do you know how to solve it?" Tassera glanced at Leon who was frowning, and she couldn't help laughing happily.

"I've figured it out." Tassela's smile did not fade. "This is a magic door, but it's not your magic ability that's being tested, it's your intelligence."

“What’s so difficult about this… If I’m not mistaken, all I have to do is keep moving the patterns and piece together the messy patterns. Then I can open the door by restoring the patterns.” Leon looked at the door with a strange expression. He didn’t expect to see a jigsaw puzzle in this world.

"So you can spell it?" Tassela crossed her arms and didn't care. It was nothing great to understand it. The key was to know how to restore it.

It was not a nine-grid puzzle, nor a sixteen-grid puzzle, but a scary eighty-one-grid puzzle. There was no complete pattern for reference. Anyway, Leon felt a headache after just one look and said, “I don’t know how to do it, but we don’t need to do it… Can’t this be done with a knocking technique?”

Knock, also known as lock picking, choose an object you see within range, it can be a door, box, treasure chest, shackles, padlock... It will be unlocked, unsealed, or unlatched under the effect of magic.

"If you can think of it, how could others not think of it?" Tassela touched the door, "This door has a secret lock, so knocking is useless."

"If magic knocking doesn't work, then use physical knocking." Leon stretched out his hand and took out the Cataclysm Blade out of thin air. He thought that when he played games, he never unlocked the door, nor did he use knocking. The spell slots were not wasted that much, he just used smashing, chopping, and cutting.

That is why I dare not be so violent when facing a treasure chest, for fear of accidentally destroying the treasure inside.

Leon was full of confidence. You know, his sword was a refined gold weapon with the ability to cut iron and gold. It would always cause a heavy blow when hitting an object. It also had the characteristic of being indestructible. It ignored resistance to slashing when attacking. He swung the sword hard and slashed at the door, but he didn't expect that the sword would bounce off.

"A door affected by the arcane lock will be more difficult to destroy or force open than before." Tassela smiled.

"I really don't believe it." Leon had a stubborn temper. He restored his dragon form, raised the Cataclysm Blade that had returned to its original size, and chopped hard at the magic door. With just one sword, he cut a crack.

All in one go.

Leon swung his sword continuously, chopping the magic door into pieces, and said triumphantly: "The power of a red dragon, coupled with a fine gold weapon... just a magic door."

"Just because magic knocking doesn't work doesn't mean physical knocking doesn't work." Leon continued, "Eighty-one square puzzles may not be completed even if you work until you are exhausted, but it only takes me a minute to open it."

Tassela didn't say anything. She looked at the door that had shattered into pieces. The magic light that originally flowed on the door had now become dim. She turned her head and glanced at Leon, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and said, "Well, you are amazing."

"Of course I'm awesome." Leon turned back into human form, "Let's go, let's go in."

"Let's go." Tassera patted her face, not caring too much, because the dungeon in front of her couldn't end just like that.

The magic door can be physically destroyed, but not all puzzles can be solved so simply and crudely. Sooner or later, there will be a problem that Leon cannot solve, and he will have to ask her for help.

Leon didn't think too much and walked into the cave first, only to see a long tunnel.

"Is there really a wizard who is so bored that he would build a dungeon to test others? I think there must be some conspiracy." Leon said as he walked. Having said that, he was full of anticipation for the next dungeon and the dungeon, as if this was the first time in decades since he came to this world... Originally, the tomb of the ancient fallen empire should have been his first time, but it was a pity that he failed halfway.

"Although it's rare, it's not impossible. A wizard with no children and no apprentice is about to die. The wealth he has accumulated for dozens or hundreds of years has no one to inherit, so he builds a dungeon out of boredom and puts all his wealth in it." Tassera said indifferently. She has heard of too many similar things.

Tassela's words reminded Leon of an old news story he saw on the Internet before traveling through time. It seemed to be true, but it was not a joke. It was about a wealthy old man in a foreign country who had no descendants, so before he died, he decided to reward a huge sum of money to the family with the most children in ten years.

“Why don’t you stop?” Leon was thinking about something and didn’t pay attention to his surroundings at all. Fortunately, Tassela was always alert. “What are you thinking about so much?”

Leon finally came to his senses, stopped, looked around and saw nothing, and said, "There's nothing."

"Top of the head." Tassela raised her slender finger.

Leon slowly looked up at the ceiling, only to see black mud stuck to it, and said, “Is that black pudding?”

Black Pudding, a large mud monster that looks like a ball of thick, sticky black mud, looks no different from a shadow in the dim passage. It can easily climb difficult surfaces, including hanging upside down from the ceiling, and suddenly attack and kill those unwary adventurers.

Leon is naturally not afraid of black pudding, and he is not afraid of challenging mud monsters whose levels are not even a fraction of his. The problem is who is dressed neatly and willing to get dirty by the mud.

A black pudding was not worth Leon wasting his mana on using palm thunder. He stepped back a few steps and used the sword control technique for the first time in a long time. A flying sword flew out and cut the black pudding in half, turning a large black pudding into two medium-sized black puddings. Then he used another sword to cut the two medium-sized black puddings into four small black puddings...

"Don't you know that black pudding can be split?" Tassera stepped forward, touched her thumbs together, and spread her fingers. Suddenly, a thin flame shot out from her outstretched fingertips, burning the four small black puddings to ashes.

There was certainly more than one black pudding in the long tunnel, but to Leon and Tassela, the black pudding was no different from the weeds and bushes growing on the roadside.

Walking out of the tunnel and pushing open the tall riveted iron oak door, a huge space appeared in front of the two people. On the ground, a huge chessboard could be seen - there was no obvious difference between the chess in this world and international chess - the only chess pieces formed a chess endgame, divided into black and white sides.

"Those chess pieces are all small golems." Tassera saw at a glance that there was something fishy going on in those chess pieces shaped like soldiers, knights, and kings.

"I know that." Leon said excitedly, looking at the mechanism behind the white king chess piece. "I'm sure our task is to manipulate the white side to defeat the black side and win this endgame. Otherwise, those chess pieces that are actually small golems will attack us."

"Then do you know how to solve this endgame?" asked Tassera.

"No big deal." Leon looked up, looked around, and barely allowed him to restore his dragon form. When he restored his dragon form again, he grabbed a soldier chess piece and raised it high to the ground, smashing it into pieces. The head fell off, the hand was broken, and the sword flew away.

As Leon destroyed a chess piece, the eyes of the other chess pieces all lit up red and they all attacked Leon.

The soldier piece raised his sword, the knight piece held up his spear, the chariot piece roared, the priest piece raised his staff high, which was flashing with lightning, the queen piece was obviously stronger than the other pieces, more agile, and had a magic weapon, the king piece did not fight, but served as a command center...

A chess piece, a small golem, the challenge level is not that high, but a large group of them is another matter. Unfortunately, they met Leon. Once his indestructible body is activated, he is not afraid of any attack. The only way to deal with it is to control and avoid the battle to delay time, but unfortunately he doesn't know how to do it.

Leon swept the chess pieces easily, turned his head and took a look. The door behind the chessboard opened, and he smiled at Tassela, "It's open."

"I hate these kinds of puzzle games the most." Leon suddenly complained.

Leon thought to himself, he always played games by killing his way through, and he hated it most when a puzzle popped up just when he was having fun killing. If he wanted to play a puzzle, shouldn't he find those special puzzle games?

I spent several hundred dollars just to become a god of war.

The smile on Tassela's face had completely disappeared. She looked at Leon expressionlessly, then turned to look at the open door. Her plump chest rose and fell, and she said, "Don't move from now on. Leave it to me."

Leon thought about it. He liked the result. He liked opening the treasure chest and the final shudder. Tassela enjoyed the process of fighting wits and courage more. She didn't spoil the fun and said, "Okay, I'll lie down next. You can move however you want."

(End of this chapter)