Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 52 The demonic sound penetrates my ears

It’s finally here again, a high-level reward, Leon is so excited.

However, ordinary rewards include practical immobilization techniques, sword-controlling techniques, etc., as well as the completely useless water-walking technique, which has not been used in any occasion so far. Who knows if this will happen with advanced rewards... The Soul-Calling Sanskrit Sound is not simple just by looking at the name.

Now there is another question.

Leon vaguely remembered that the soul-demanding Sanskrit sound came from a Hong Kong drama. It was a spell mastered by the big boss in the drama, Pudu Cihang, a centipede demon who had practiced Taoism for a thousand years and was about to become a real dragon. It was an evil spell that could change a person's will and control them, and make the person who was hit by it die.

So, he can also obtain magic through the golden finger, which does not exist in ancient myths and legends and is completely fictitious created by later movies?
Ancient myths were not written by humans, they were just written earlier. Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not unacceptable.

Lyon was just daydreaming when he suddenly saw several people running out of the forest. Did they finally come back? It's too late, the village has been burned down... I wanted to find you guys, but now you guys have come to my door, so I'll use you to test the quality of my soul-demanding Sanskrit sound.

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"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"I'm so damned!"

The deputy captain of the militia rushed out of the forest while cursing himself, and flew several meters away on tiptoe. Seeing the village burning with a raging fire and the sky was red, he couldn't believe that his relatives and friends could survive such a fire, so he rushed forward without hesitation.

"Wait a minute." The half-elf ranger grabbed the militia deputy captain's wrist to stop him from moving forward. "I know you are in pain, and I am in pain too. That dragon killed my best friend, but... the more we have to stay calm at this time."

"He's right. We need to stay calm at this time." The militia captain followed him out of the forest and stepped on the newly reclaimed field outside the village. There was a new hideous wound on his face, and he was covered in blood, but no one knew whose wound it was.

"The red dragon is waiting for us." The militia captain saw the huge body of the red dragon in the flames.

"I'm here." The human warrior panted, moved his wrist, looked at the blazing fire, opened his mouth and closed it again, really not knowing what to say. After a long silence, he said: "We must kill the red dragon to avenge everyone."

"I don't have much mana left, but I can still provide support to everyone." The female mage cast a jump spell on the human warrior. Just as she was preparing for the next spell, she suddenly felt unable to concentrate and became extremely tired. She thought that her mana was not running low, but had reached the bottom.

"That red dragon is very cunning and knows many strange spells. We must be careful." The human warrior raised his sword to cheer everyone up, "But justice will prevail. We will definitely win."

The militia captain said nothing.

The village was burned down and no one knows how many people died. Even if the red dragon is driven away, it will be extremely difficult to rebuild it. Everyone has already lost.

In short, the human warriors took the lead and immediately felt the temperature rise significantly as they approached the village. It was the heat transmitted by the burning village. Along with it came a faint sound, like the seductive song of a bird demon, saying, "This is not right."

"Yes. Something is wrong here." The half-elf ranger frowned. He seemed to hear the priests praying in the temple, with a hint of evil in their holiness.

As the sound continued to ring in his ears, he once felt a strong pulling sensation, as if an invisible hand was pulling at his soul.

The half-elf ranger's breathing became rapid, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he wanted to escape from the village, but his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move. He reached out to cover his ears, but the sound seemed to penetrate through his hands, eardrums, and directly into his heart.

“We can’t get any closer.” The half-elf ranger shouted, “We have to leave here first.”

"They're gone, everyone is gone." The deputy captain of the militia pretended not to hear and continued walking towards the village.

The half-elf ranger tried to hold the deputy captain of the militia who seemed a little dazed, but the latter shook his hand off and walked forward while muttering to himself: "Yana is dead. I saw her body. She was still holding a spear when she died. She was brave, but she died anyway."

"Dead, everyone is dead, it's all our fault." The deputy captain of the militia suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, even though his forehead was broken and bleeding. "If we hadn't left the village, the red dragon would not have dared to come, and no one would have died."

"I'm sorry to everyone. The only option is death." The deputy captain of the militia shook his body, touched his quiver and found it was empty. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it hard into his heart. Then he fell to the ground with his eyes unfocused.

As the deputy captain of the militia fell, the vague and hazy voice seemed to become louder.

The human warrior watched the deputy captain of the militia commit suicide, wanting to say something but stopping himself. The red dragon was clearly in front of him, and if he killed it, he would avenge everyone... Kill the red dragon, he must kill the red dragon, as long as he killed the red dragon.

"Dead, everyone is dead." The militia captain's eyes turned red at some point, and he suddenly drew his weapon and slashed at the human warrior, cutting off the arm of the defenseless human warrior wearing only chain mail.

"What are you doing?" The human warrior screamed and covered his wound with his hand.

The militia captain pointed his sword at the human warriors and said frantically: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't come here to fight the red dragon, if you hadn't tricked us into fighting the red dragon together, this wouldn't be the case now." "Isn't it?" the militia captain roared, "Our village has always been living well, but things have started to go wrong since you came to the village."

The sound kept going on.

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly, Namo Amitabha.

The human warrior wanted to explain, but his expression suddenly changed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I deserve to die, just kill me." The human warrior approached the militia captain, grabbed his sword, put his neck close to him, twisted his neck, blood splattered out, and then he fell down holding his neck.

The militia captain looked at the human warrior falling down, his body swayed, and said: "You are wrong, I am also wrong. I actually believed in you adventurers. It's all my fault... Village chief, I failed you."

"What are you doing?" Seeing the militia captain committing suicide, the half-elf ranger took a step back, stepped on a branch, and suddenly looked to the side, only to see the dwarf priest standing there waving at him. He glanced at him and then walked into the sea of ​​fire.

"I thought I saw Brian calling me. He asked me to go with him."

"Bran, wait for me."

The half-elf ranger stepped into the flames.

Now only the female sorceress was left. She watched as everyone committed suicide one after another. The half-elf ranger muttered about the dwarf priest walking into the flames. The village that was beautiful in the morning had now turned into a sea of ​​fire. She heard a sacred yet strange voice in her ears -

"It's fake, all of it is fake." The female mage knelt on the ground with her hands on her head, her hair disheveled, "Wake up, Nanali, wake up quickly."

The female sorceress finally couldn't hold on any longer and she broke down mentally.

In the burning village.

Seeing that the enemies had just approached the village and entered the attack range of the soul-demanding mantra, some died and some went crazy, Leon finally stopped chanting the soul-demanding mantra.

He walked out of the burning village, approached the sorceress, and slapped her with his claws, but this time there was no flash.

Leon let out a long sigh and couldn't help but sigh. Even though he felt it was a bit creepy, the Soul-Calling Sanskrit Sound was really a very large-scale, powerful control spell. Its mana consumption was not high, but it was far inferior to the Samadhi True Fire.

"Premium rewards are premium rewards. I don't know if there are any higher-level rewards."

Leon muttered to himself, thinking that the effect of the soul-claiming Sanskrit sound was very strong, but under normal circumstances it should not be that powerful.

Soul-demanding Brahma performed so well today mainly because the people in front of him had suffered blows again and again before, especially the two people from the militia who watched the village turn into a sea of ​​fire and could not even get an exemption.

Yes, as long as you can make the exemption for the Soul-Calling Sanskrit Sound, you will be fine. But you can't think of becoming immune after making an exemption. You must make an exemption every once in a while. If you fail once, it's the end of you.

Maybe it is not very effective against those strong and determined enemies, but it is very effective against those enemies with low immunity. It is a magical skill for bullying weak enemies.

Leon looked around. He remembered that there was a tall and strong priest and a young girl monk in the human team that was attacking him. Why didn't he see them?

Were they killed by orcs and hobgoblins?

No matter what, he won this time.

The orcs and hobgoblins arrived a little late.

When they saw the burning village in front of them, they saw that several people who had forced them to flee in panic were killed on the spot.

The next thing I saw was the red dragon lying on the ground slowly opening its eyes and standing up. Its scarlet scales were shining in the flames, and there was no wound on its body.

"You are here."

"Here we are, Master."

No matter who it is, at this moment, they couldn't help but bow down to the red dragon.

(End of this chapter)