Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"Don't you believe me..."

"Hey, let's not talk about it anymore. Jealousy will only make me unrecognizable. Let's talk about something pleasant. How's your wife's male best friend doing?"

"You motherfucker! I'll f*** you, you big bastard!"

As they were talking, the people at that table started fighting, standing on the table.

Meanwhile, the entire crew of the 'long-range turret' were shocked, their hearts filled with turmoil.

So, that omen of death was actually an adventurer with B-rank strength?!

Their highest-ranking members, Albert and Aphrodite, are only C-rank, and the others are only D-rank. It was thanks to them that the team was promoted to C-rank.

Now, suddenly some carefree kid appears and tells you he's already a B-rank adventurer, which is enough to make anyone feel incredibly ashamed!

Chapter 126-125 The Frost Dragon King

At the same time, Domi and Forty-Seven also arrived near the habitat of the Frost Dragon.

Surrounded by towering, snow-capped mountains, a basin-like terrain is formed in the center, below which lies the habitat of a group of frost wyverns.

The authorization is written like this:

These frost wyverns, with their powerful physiques and the icy breath inherited from their ancestor, the ancient frost wyverns, often wreak havoc on the surrounding villages, causing countless losses.

In addition, they also possess a tribe; if they are not completely eliminated, they will inevitably cause a great disaster sooner or later.

This explains why local officials in the outlying town were willing to spend huge sums of money to recruit adventurers to wipe them out.

Domi and Forty-Seven spent half a day climbing a high mountain on the edge of the basin.

The fierce winds on the mountaintop made their trench coats and cloaks flutter loudly, and Domi's gray ponytail danced in the wind like the mane of a wild horse.

"See that, number forty-seven? The prey is fast asleep right at our feet."

"Now is the perfect time for us to launch a surprise attack!"

Both of them had exceptional eyesight, allowing them to see the scenery below clearly even through thick clouds.

In the basin, about a dozen blue-white dragons were huddled together, their white breath gushing out in bursts with each breath, like steam rising from a hot spring, but with a fishy, ​​pungent smell that was a bit overpowering...

The "Show Health Bars" talent displays their health bars above their heads.

Based on Domi's health, there are roughly eighty stacks, which means there's an extra 'X80' icon on the far right of the health bar.

Analysis panel:

Name: Frost Dragon

Race: Sub-dragon

Moves: Slap, Ice Storm Breath, (Unknown)

Note: A poor imitation of the legendary Gu Long, a failed work of nature.

This type of dragon is different from the powerful and orthodox ancient dragons.

Ancient dragons walk on all fours, have enormous wings on their backs, and possess extraordinary intelligence.

However, these flying dragons only had two hind legs; their two forelimbs had been fused with their wings, just like pterosaurs and chickens. Their intelligence rapidly declined over thousands of years of evolution.

Now its intelligence is no different from that of a wild beast.

This is why these dragons are called 'sub-dragons'.

To be precise, having the word "dragon" in their names is already a compliment. In Domi's eyes, they are just a group of large flying lizards. Knowing their moves, they pose no threat to privacy whatsoever, just like having their underwear stripped off.

Darkmoon Slime Gel gathered on Domi's fists, forming a thin layer of gloves.

In an instant, a deep, dark blue, like flames burning in the deep sea, enveloped it, and with each swing, a wisp of embers followed.

This is the coolest way Domi can think of to release the Soul Devouring Energy.

This kind of special effect would cost several thousand in a certain four-character game.

Even Forty-Seven had never seen magic with such attributes... Wait, can this still be considered magic?

Just looking at this ball of 'flame' was dazzling to Forty-Seven, and the magic power in his body was showing signs of boiling.

It wasn't burning; it was pure fear, a fear so intense that it desperately wanted to escape from its body, to merge with the world, and to get far away from this forbidden power.

Next, Domi launched a prayer—Mantis Shrimp, used the designated movement skill 'Hound Step', and swallowed a bottle of Frenzy Incense.

[Fermented Fragrances:]

Increases maximum stamina by 20%, base stamina recovery speed by 5%, increases damage taken by 25%, and increases physical damage by 30%.

Note: You're already on the battlefield, and you're still afraid of getting hurt? See for yourself, you're so scared you can't even move!

Influenced by the frenzied incense, Domi became excited, slightly turning his head to look at Forty-Seven. His voice came from behind the mask:

"Are you ready, Forty-Seven? We're about to make our move. Stay close to me, or I won't be able to save you if you stray too far."

Forty-Seven, hidden under his hood, nodded solemnly.

Without hesitation, Domi leaped down in the second! Forty-Seven followed closely behind!

Forty-Seven himself had no means to be immune to the damage from landing, but he trusted Domi, his young master, completely.

And Domi did not disappoint him, blessing him with the protection of the wind in mid-air.

The two crashed down on the unfortunate group of frost dragons like meteors, the remnants of their soul-devouring energy leaving a streak of starlight in the snowy mountain stream!

"I'll take your brunt of your anger!"

A punch, imbued with a high concentration of soul-devouring energy and the kinetic energy of falling from a great height, slammed into the forehead of a sleeping Frost Wyvern.

Boom! !

The immense force nearly slammed its head into the snowdrift.

The Soul-Devouring Energy burrowed into the dragon's body like a mad dog, recklessly destroying the magical runes within it. The tremor at the end of the tragedy brought a 40% damage increase over time, making it experience the highest pain among dragons every moment.

The blue ash fluttered like blooming datura petals.

Those were flesh and scales eroded by the spirit-devouring energy, which would eventually return to nature under this deep blue light.

Eighty health bars were emptied instantly!

It struggled for a while before dying.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Forty-Seven, wielding an incredibly sharp dagger, swiftly slit the throat of a dragon, its crimson blood spraying onto the ground like a water pump.

"Roar!!"

Seeing their two companions die tragically and their sleep disturbed, the Frost Dragons, who were gradually awakening, were enraged. They opened their mouths, and violent ice magic brewed within them.

"Ice Storm Breath, be careful to avoid it!"

As he spoke, Domi summoned the three heroes of Black Night Manor, having Shield Guy raise his shield at the front while Swordsman Guy supported him from behind, so that the two of them could attract the attention of the foolish dragons.

The breath, mixed with exhaled fumes, sprayed onto the towering shield, but the two stood firm like a rock in a flood, forcefully splitting the torrent of breath in two.

Domi, Assassin Bro, and Forty-Seven were thus able to continue moving like ghosts through the dragon horde, with a sub-dragon collapsing every now and then.

Either a large amount of blue ash gushed out, or blood was spilled on the spot.

The dragons gradually realized that these humans were not as easily bullied as they had encountered before, and they learned this lesson through the deaths of several of their companions.

So they all flapped their wings and flew into the sky!

They're a million times dumber than Gu Long, but they still have basic awareness.

If you know you can't win on the ground, why not just fly into the sky?

Indeed, once they fly into the sky, neither Forty-Seven's blade, the assassin's knife, nor Domi's fist can touch them anymore; this is the meaning behind giving them wings.

But this doesn't mean that Domi has no other options.

As the dragons were about to unleash their icy breath attack, Forty-Seven began to panic. He couldn't guarantee Domi's survival in such a confined space subjected to such a dense, wide-range assault…

Even if the probability is small, he cannot give up.

So Forty-Seven rushed toward Domi without hesitation, wanting to use his own body to shield Domi from the fatal attack.

At this crucial moment, Domi stretched out his palm towards them in the sky.

The next second, countless deep blue threads surged out and pierced into their mouths, which were brewing magic, at an extremely fast speed.

When concentrated magic encounters a Soul Devourer that can annihilate all magic, the consequences are predictable—

All the wyverns suffered a backlash from the magic. Several young and old wyverns almost couldn't take it and lost control of their bodies, falling directly from the sky.

Boom!

They fell awkwardly onto the snow, struggling to get up for a short time.

In the reflection of their vertical pupils, they saw two tiny humans still rushing towards them. They wanted to gather ice magic again to unleash a storm, but the magic dissipated automatically as soon as it gathered into a small ball.

The spirit-devouring energy had already penetrated their bodies through that stab, and under the control of Domi's multi-threaded system, it would come out to cause trouble whenever they tried to gather magic power.

As a result, they lost their best opportunity to defend.

puff!

The sharp dagger pried open their defenses and pierced their still fragile hearts, instantly killing them.

The one who started all this was taking out a longbow from behind him, using the spirit-devouring energy condensed into an arrow as the target.

The power of mathematics transformed into a parabola of unparalleled precision, as if a pair of hands of unparalleled archery proficiency were resting on his, calculating wind speed, gravity, and everything else that could affect the arrow's flight.

Draw the bow and nock the arrow, pull it to its full extent.

"call out!"

The arrow shot out from the clouds!

With precision guidance, the arrow pierced the eye socket of a dragon, puncturing one of its eyeballs and drawing the soul-devouring energy from the arrow into its body.

Soon, it was so tormented that it could no longer flap its wings, let out a faint dragon roar, and then fell from the sky.

Meanwhile, Forty-Seven and Assassin Brother, who were standing below, were already itching for more.

They would kill off one of the fallen heads as soon as it fell, working together on both sides, making them incredibly efficient.