Quit the team, then picked up a beautiful girl with problems

Magic can interfere with and influence the material world, but it also has limitations. If you want to turn ordinary flesh and blood into dragon blood, you must rely on a large amount of pure dragon power.

As the gradually transformed dragon blood flowed to the outer ring, it would promote the transformation of the original blood. After several twists and turns, it converged in the middle and then reached the six blood pools outside the magic circle, which were divided by sixty degrees.

In the pool of blood, a human with a painful expression was placed in it with his hands tied. The dragon blood was washing his body bit by bit as if it were a living thing. He was in pain, his eyes became more and more confused, and scales were sticking out from under his skin.

In some pools of blood, there were people with fanatical looks on their faces. They couldn't wait to kneel down in the formation, and every time they knelt down, they scooped up blood and poured it on their heads.

Li Ang knew at a glance that it was the place where half-dragons were transformed.

In the middle of the magic circle, a giant dragon skull was placed silently.

It was as big as a medium-sized truck, and its hideous bone spurs and fangs looked extremely terrifying even after the flesh and blood had faded.

"The Order Sandstorm Group is really assholes that they can transport such a large dragon bone out." Mott said.

Li Ang took a closer look. Although the skull exuded spirituality of an extraordinary level, it did not feel like the remnant of a 9th-order demonic disaster.

He switched to spiritual vision, and then enlightenment came.

Li Ang pointed to a horn on the skeleton and said to Mort: "That is the remains of a 9th-level dragon."

A slightly darker dragon horn was spliced onto the large skull. It seemed as if it had not died yet, and the keratin on the edge had swallowed up much of the original dragon horn.

"I see." Mott realized.

He then said to Leon, "Falina said before that they might want to use this power to revive a dragon."

It is with the power of this 9th-level dragon horn, and with the large dragon skull as a transmitter, that the Dragon Worshipers carry out their conspiracy underground in the Shimmering Plains.

"The collected flesh and blood alone is not enough to revive the dragon." Leon said.

"Farina is there." Mott pointed his finger above the keel with some concern.

A blood-red "bubble" was suspended above the dragon bone, and a flaming witch was floating in it. She sat cross-legged in the void, with a staff with a flaming energy core on top placed across her legs. Under her guidance, the power of the dragon spread outward, fighting against the bubble that was trying to shrink.

Her spirit is very active. Based on Leon's understanding of her, it is impossible to destroy her unless it is a real 9th-level magic dragon.

However, the cultists would definitely not treat her well. After being trapped, she had been hungry for many days. Now her pretty face showed an emotion that was about to explode at any time.

Li Ang took a step forward and revealed his figure.

Farina immediately looked at him. When she found out it was him, joy first appeared on her face, but then there was a hint of resentment. She looked at him while smiling and gritting her teeth, with a very complicated expression.

134. Ambiguous Old Friend

Farina frowned and forced a smile, then waved her fist at Leon in the air.

"You've been waiting for so many days, be careful that she will take revenge on you," said Mott.

"What are you talking about? It was me who saved her, and she couldn't even thank me enough."

Li Ang didn't do anything, just crossed his arms and gestured: You decide.

Farina could hardly keep her smile, her eyes twitched, and she clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.

"Oh, I haven't seen her like this for a long time." Li Ang said with a smile.

Realizing the two men were old friends, Mott fell silent.

However, Leon showed up to save her. At this moment, he had been seen by the patrolling half-dragon. He crossed his arms simply to show Farina's rare submission.

Before the half-dragon could even make a sound, his entire head was chopped off by the silver blade.

Mott leaped with his sword in hand and rushed towards the Dragon Cult members who had not yet reacted.

Leon wielded the Silver Heart Sword, and the silver blade left a trail, accurately piercing the hearts of each Dragon Worshiper.

He jumped off the platform and was carried by the wind element to the center of the cave.

The spell that trapped Farina was led by the 7th-level cultist, but he is not here now. The spell is powered by the 7th-level dragon skull and the 9th-level dragon horn, and is maintained by five cultists in the extraordinary realm.

They guided the casting of spells and gave instructions on the work inside the cave.

As Leon approached, they also tried to cast some spells to resist him, but they all hit the 7th-level wind element shield and dissipated.

He killed a cultist spellcaster, and Farina's cage began to loosen.

A violent red light burst out from the witch's staff and immediately broke through the cage.

The "bubble" formed by the dragon's power exploded into a blood-red light spot. She fell from the suspension, and the cloth boots decorated with the shape of dragon wings stepped on the dragon bones.

Farina's fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as the magic vibrated. She smiled brightly at Leon and said, "Thank you, little Leon, for leaving the other bastards for me to kill."

She struck her staff on the dragon bone, and the dragon blood core at the staff head, which looked like a burning gem, suddenly spurted out liquid flames. She clenched her other hand in the air, and wrapped her palm with a glove decorated with dragon wings, and shot out tiny black and red lightning into the flames.

"Dragon flame, burn it for me!"

The liquid flame split into several streams like water and sprayed accurately to various places in the cave.

"Don't destroy this magic circle." Li Ang said.

The cultists who were preparing to escape, the half-dragons who were being transformed, the group of dragons in the extraordinary realm who had gathered and tried to attack Leon and Farina, and the pile of corpses on the distant platform were all targeted by the dragon flames.

There was originally a flame aimed at the magic circle below, but it was interrupted when Leon spoke.

The other flames shot out directly in all directions, passing through their targets unhindered and silently burning them to ashes. The liquid flames fell to the ground and turned into a raging fire. Even the air in the entire cave seemed to be on fire. Leon suddenly felt like he was in an incinerator.

With just one move, she destroyed the Dragon Worship Cult forces in the cave.

"Is that level 7 one difficult to deal with?" Leon asked.

If she hadn't been trapped in an instant, it would have been easy for Farina to destroy the cave.

"Just enough to restrain me."

Farina tucked her red hair behind her ears and said, "That man is one of their bishops. He participated in the ritual of summoning the ninth-level dragon, so he has a deep understanding of the dragon's power. Even if the dragon is destroyed, he can still freely control the power within its bones.

"They want to create another dragon disaster through a sacrificial ritual. Recently, similar bloody incidents have occurred across the airspace of Sabrum. They are gathering strength.

"I originally wanted to find out about bishop-level figures through them, but I didn't expect to run into the bishop himself when I came here."

She sighed, "It's such a shame. I hired a bodyguard just because I was afraid of this kind of thing. I'm glad you're here."

The witch glanced at Mort, who had just come over after taking care of some of the remaining soldiers. Mort looked a little frustrated and said with his head down, "It's my responsibility."

The witch said, "Never mind all that. You two come with me to kill that bishop. I'm going to blow him into hundreds of pieces."

She pointed to a teleportation array in the distance. "That's the array he used to leave. It's the first time he's left here in a few days, and you caught him in the act. Is that a coincidence?"

"It's a bit of a coincidence, but even if you bump into him, I'll let you keep him alive first. I can use him."

Li Ang said, "I know where he is now. Let's just chat here and wait for him to let us meet him."

Farina frowned slightly, looked at the large magic circle on the ground, and then looked at Li Ang: "You don't destroy this magic circle because you see that it has its own teleportation function? Do you want us to be teleported together on the magic circle?

The witch pointed at Li Ang and said, "Are you up to something bad again, little brain?"

"Why do you say this about me?"

"You weren't planning anything, so why did you come to rescue my sister so late?"

Farina smiled and pinched Li Ang's shoulder: "You can't still be holding a grudge against what happened a few years ago, right?"

"A few years ago? What happened a few years ago?" Li Ang looked innocent.

"Okay, when I was leaving the group, you tried to get me to stay, but I just left. I was wrong." The witch said in a submissive tone.

"Go wherever you want. I'm not the leader of the Soul Peak." Li Ang shrugged.

He said without any emotion, "But it's quite strange for someone to say they have something important to do and then show up in the main lineup of another group."

"That's because someone from the Feast of the Gods helped them with something, and in return, they worked for them for a while."

Farina pouted and acted pitiful: "The enemies back then were really strong."

She suddenly moved close to Li Ang, and the softness of his body came with a burning sensation, and a scent like the smell of pine roasted by flames rose into her nostrils.

"Don't tell me that."

Li Ang wasn't used to her closeness, even years ago. Her tall, mature body had ridiculous curves, unlike anything he'd seen outside the Ox Tribe.

"Oh?" Farina seemed to be interested and moved closer to him.

"That shyness you had as a teenager was the cutest thing, but later on you had a stern face every day, scheming about this and that. Did your mentality go back to how it was after you started the group again?

"If you stay this cute, I'll find you even more delicious."

Farina wanted to grab Leon's hair and pull it, but he dodged it in time.

"Your fetish for controlling younger men is really... I'm almost an uncle."

Li Ang jumped off the keel helplessly.

"That's not something that anyone can do. You still have that baby face. I remember hearing about a spell to make you look younger... Let me see the expression you had just now."

Farina chased after him.

Mott folded his hands and looked up at the sky, pretending not to notice the slightly ambiguous scene.

……

In the northeast of the urban cluster, Blood Eagle Aichel Samro and his men crossed the bustling avenue.

He was walking in the front, holding two broadswords, surrounded by the elite members of the Shahai Group. Behind them were the ordinary members of the team, each holding a weapon, parading arrogantly through the streets.

Some stalls or vehicles blocking their way were all hacked and smashed by them, accompanied by ridicule, cursing, and arrogant laughter.

This was all approved by Aichel.

The Shahui Group smashed and destroyed everything along the way, destroying the green belt and fountain in the center of the road.

The entire team rushed towards the Platinum Hall.

Seeing their aggressive attitude, the guards of the Platinum Hall, although they knew that they were on the same side before, suddenly felt something was wrong and stepped forward to stop them.

"What are you doing?"

"The Sand Corps? The reward from the Platinum King wasn't enough, so you want to rob?"

Without a word, Blood Eagle cut the guard in front of him in half.

He brandished the Bloodthirsty Blade and said to his men, "Charge in and search for the Platinum King's treasure house! Find whatever you like along the way!"

The Sand Corps' screamers rushed into the bustling palace, and Aiqir's big hand tightly gripped the head of another guard.

"Let me also ask for the location of the treasure house."

Soon, by constantly and cruelly interrogating the guards, collecting the words they leaked, and the destructive carpet search by the members of the Sand Relic Group, Blood Eagle found the treasure house of the Platinum King.

The professionals in the team tried various methods including magic technology hard unlocking devices and magic removal scrolls, and successfully opened the door.

"Don't bother packing your things yet."

Aiqier said to the ordinary members who were eager to loot the jewels, "Go find what I want. He showed it to me before. It's a silver-white statue that resembles a wolf, and it also has a magical device attached to it."

The men answered yes and went to search separately.

Passing by all the jewels that he had long since disdained, his eyes lingered on some extraordinary equipment. Aichel walked around the treasury and found his target amid the shouts of his men.

On a platinum base, there is a strange device.

On the device is a giant beast statue that is sitting upright and resembles a giant wolf. It is called a giant beast because it is surrounded by a number of smaller beast-eared tribes that are saluting it. They are holding flowers in their hands and wearing exquisite robes that are all meticulously carved.

Below the statue, there are many small machines with glowing but seemingly useless spheres rotating around a blood-red sphere. The blood-red sphere seems to be filled with blood.

Blood Eagle looked down at his two swords. The blood flowing on the blades seemed to be involuntarily drawn by the blood balls of this device.

"This is the blood-controlling item I'm looking for. As long as I have it, it will definitely greatly enhance my abilities."

Aiqier said to his elite confidants beside him.

He put his knife back into the sheath, and Wu〢棋"镏1磷梦 reached out and grabbed the giant beast statue.

A strange sound suddenly came from behind.

It was like the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

Is it an enemy?

Blood Eagle was startled and grabbed the hilt again, but he only saw a hint of red on the smooth surface of the giant beast sculpture.

Is that my blood?

……

On the desert plain, the Wolf Run entered its final sprint.

Andasu's spirit and will were pushed to the limit. Her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel and power lever were very steady. Some of this was due to the numbness caused by tensing her muscles to temporarily eliminate fatigue after constantly fighting with others and operating the speed of the Wolf.