"So this is your true face, it looks quite intimidating!"

Diapolo looked up at the huge mountain-like evil dragon in front of him with amazement. Although it was a traditional dragon structure with four legs and two wings, he did not have any scales that traditional dragons should have, and instead was sharp bone spurs.

These bone spurs that spread all over the body from beginning to end made the dragon look hideous and evil. Of course, he is indeed not a good person.

"You are not majestic and powerful, Lord Dragon." Looking at the Diapolo in front of him who was so weak that he could kill him with a touch of his claw, the evil dragon's tone was very humble.

Because he has decided to endure it, he is an ancient dragon species with vigorous vitality and a long life. The long years can always create many incredible miracles.

Although he has no way to remove the slave contract at present, there is no absolute thing to do. He cannot think of a way to unlock it, which does not mean that there is no way to remove it.

However, this evil dragon forgot that long years can indeed create miracles, but for individual life, long life and repetitive behavior will only develop some deeply rooted habits.

"Can you still think about how to terminate the contract when you flatter me?" Diapolo stood on a low cliff, looking at the evil dragon lying at the foot of the mountain, and just raised his head, he felt helpless.

"Well!"

Hearing Diapolo's words, the evil dragon Lorraine was silent. Although he had accepted his identity as a slave, he had not adapted for a while and always thought of some unrealistic questions in his mind.

"I..." Xie Long wanted to save something with words, but it was too late.

Ao! Roar!

A violent pain emerged from the depths of the soul. The ancient dragon of Hellfire lost the ability to think in an instant. The huge dragon body trembled and twitched under the gaze of the young dragon.

Boom!

If the mountain collapses, the ancient dragon of Hellfire falls to the ground, struggling in pain, the earth shakes, and even Diapolo, who is standing on the cliff, feels the trembling under his feet.

"Lord Dragon, please stop, I will never dare to do it again."

No sound was heard, but Diapolo could sense such a plea. This was the soul communication channel established after he established a slave contract with the Evil Dragon.

Because of the contract, such communication is unequal. He can know what the evil dragon is thinking at any time, but the evil dragon does not know what he is.

The most important thing is that because of the contract, he could hurt the soul of this evil dragon at any time. He only needed a light thought, which was even more cruel than Tang Seng's tight spell.

Huff! Huff!

The heavy gasps sounded under the cliff, and Diapolo looked at the evil dragon indifferently breathing fresh air, and the scorching gas he gasped out roasted all the plants in a large area in front of him to ashes.

"Are you ready? Don't forget what I'm taking you out today."

Diapolo urged impatiently that after successfully signing a contract with this evil dragon, his eldest wife Ophelia provided sufficient resources to restore his body to his best condition in the shortest time.

Then he gave him various resources needed for the secret method to start practicing. In this flash, it took three months. Today, the practice of this evil dragon finally showed its first results, so Diaplo was impatient to verify it.

"It's ready, Lord Dragon!" The ancient dragon of Hellfire got up from the ground, looked up slightly, and Ophelia, who was carrying hundreds of dragon-born angel guards in the sky, spoke more humble, and at the same time, she tried her best to dispel distractions that shouldn't have in her heart.

"Then you prepare!"

Hearing the evil dragon's response, Diapolo showed a bright smile on his face, and the dragon-man child stretched out his small palm and exclaimed softly.

"Come on the sword!"

boom--

In line with the call of the soldier master, the blood-colored light rushed straight into the sky, shattering the clouds all over the sky, and the strong wind whistled. It was the aftermath of the power burst out from the evil dragon crawling on the ground. Many mysterious and complex runes appeared on his body, spontaneously constructing several rune magic arrays layer by layer.

Rune magic arrays of all sizes cover hundreds of meters of space, and powerful force ripples cover dozens of times the range. The celestial phenomena are easier, and the originally sunny sky above the head becomes darker.

The wind and clouds disperse, centered on where Diapolo is standing, most creatures in this large area felt a sense of depression and suffocation, and breathing was not smooth.

Of course, the biggest impact of all this on Diapolo was that his hair was blown up by the wind, and his originally fair and pink face was also red by the blood-colored spiritual light in front of him.

"Well, the momentum is very good!"

Diapolo was very satisfied with the light and shadow effects that came with his own transformation into weapons.

However, as the evil spirit light pillar in front of him gradually dissipated, revealing the evil sword that could definitely easily break the mountain and the mountain, the smile on Diapolo's face gradually disappeared.

"Why? It's so big?"

Diapolo looked up at the giant sword that was about a hundred meters long exposed to the ground in front of him. Some of this thing was inserted under the ground. Looking at the proportion of the fitness, you will know that the length of the sword is more than 120 meters.

Such a big sword really has the existence to swing and drive a mountain or something, that's just like playing.

"It's normal. Lorraine's body size is so big. He turned into a weapon for the first time, and it's impossible for him to be small."

A natural voice came from behind, and Diapolo knew that it was his big wife even if he didn't look back.

"But this is too big, I can't use it at all." Diapolo's tone was faint. Now, the length of the dragon body was not twelve meters from beginning to end, let alone swing a giant sword with a length of 120 meters.

"If you can't use it now, it doesn't mean you can't use it in the future. Moreover, this sword should be able to be reduced."

Ophelia put down her hand and naturally landed on Diapolo's head. After gently pinching the dragon horn on the little dragon's head, she began to play with the soft blonde hair on his head.

"Lorraine, it's too big, it's shrinking, at least it's going to be as low as I can use it."

Feeling the reckless palm above his head, Diapolo's mouth pulled the corners of his mouth, without trying to avoid it. The absolute gap in strength had long made him realize the facts.

"Lord Dragon Lord, I also want to let you use it now, but I can't do it!"

Hearing Diapolo's orders, he turned into a sword for the first time, and had a completely different sense than before, Lorraine, the ancient dragon of the Hellfire, said helplessly.

To be honest, what can three months do? It takes three years for him to take a nap. Three months, he not only needs to adjust his body to the best state, but also needs to practice this fucking secret technique. It would be great to be able to turn into a sword in such a short time.

"Not this can work? Waste."

Because his hair was being tricked by his wife, Diapolo, who could not avoid, poured all his resentment on his only slave.

"Okay, Diapolo, don't be too harsh. Changing the size actually requires a very high skill!"

Ophelia gently patted Diapolo's head. Her normal height was about twenty meters. She usually got along with her little husband, so she changed the size at will. It probably made the little guy think this was a very simple thing.

"oh."

After hearing what his eldest wife said, Diapolo honestly restrained his resentment.

His wife is really beautiful, and she has nothing to say to him. Although it is because of some intentions, this cannot change the fact that his wife is good to him.

But being kind to him can't change the fact that his wife is a cruel ruler.

Well, according to Diapolo's perception, his wife, Ophelia, Queen of Blood Prison, is a complete tyrant, and judging from the title she possesses, other dragons in the Dragon Realm seem to think so.

But it is no wonder that a queen who always nails his enemies to a bronze pillar, strips off the scales, and listens to her wailing and screaming can be described as kindness. That's really a ghost.

Cruel, tyrannical, domineering, but also warm and gentle. This is the eldest wife in Diapolo's eyes, Ophelia, the Queen of Blood Prison, a Dragon Realm king who has different attitudes to different existences.

Diapolo likes such a wife very much, not only because of her romance, but also because of her beautiful and beautiful face. Well, Diapolo also admits that most of his favorable feelings come from this.

But not all, the queen's identity is also a huge bonus. Of course, there is also her domineering personality and her indulgence indulgence in her own way. Diapolo can truly feel this.

According to the description of the Yunlong, her meaning to Ophelia is a key that can leave the dragon domain, and the identity of her partner is just the price she must pay to get her key.

But during this period, Diapolo had clearly felt that although the Queen of Blood Incarnation Ophelia valued her the ability to take her away, she did not regard him as a key, but... husband? No, it was like a son.

Thinking of this, Diapolo's face suddenly showed an extremely complicated expression. Sometimes he had this bad illusion that the Queen of Blood Incarnation treated him as her son.

And sometimes, he lives like a son.

There is no way, their age gap is too big.

Moreover, Diapolo looked down at his crotch. The dragon spear was still casting, and it was far from its birth.
Chapter completed!