Dragon Reborn: Dragon Simulator

An emerald green halo lit up behind Frink's head, exuding a gloomy and cold aura.

Frink is going to use his most powerful dragon magic to send Anris away.

Five-color dragons cannot kill the same kind because of Tiamat's regulations.

Originally, there were few five-color dragons, if they were still killing each other, where did Tiamat's faith come from?

So before killing Anris, Frink needs to perform a ritual.

"After the great Tiamatron! I am Frink Auston Dikto Kouyas! Slay Anris Randolph Farnis Nophet here!"

"I would like to contribute the souls of tens of thousands of monsters, and apologize to you!"

Frink raised his head to the sky and screamed.

The sacrifice of tens of thousands of monster souls is enough to rival the belief of a black dragon.

After all, Anris is not a loyal believer of Tiamat, nor are most of the five-color dragons.

Only a small number of colored dragons are Tiamat fanatics.

Ding!

The green ring on the back of Frink's head became brighter and brighter, and he was delighted immediately.

This is the Queen of Tiamatron's response! Queen of Tiamatron's permission!

"Did you see? Anris, I have obtained the permission of Queen Tiamatron, so don't blame me!"

Frink knew that these tens of thousands of monster soul sacrifices could convince the Queen Tiamatron.

That being the case, then die for me, Anris!

In the sky.

Orianna carried Philosia and the others over the battlefield.

"Sure enough, there are no so-called gold or silver mines near this area, let alone an amethyst mine."

Philosia sighed and said.

The reason why it took so long to show up.

It was because she asked Orianna to take her to walk around and check the territory of the Green Dragon Clan.

There are no gold mines and silver mines that An Ruisi said at all, and the amethyst mine is even missing.

It seems that even if this battle is won, there will be no substantial good things to be gained.

An Ruisi must not dare to lie to His Majesty the Red Dragon.

In the end, there was only one left, and that was An Ruisi who was cheated.

"An Ruisi, this idiot, must have been deceived by the green dragon! Mother! Look below!"

Liya pointed down in surprise.

Then he saw Frink, who was suppressing An Ruisi, and was about to give An Ruisi a fatal blow.

Not only that, but on the other side, Piccolo and Cape fought bitterly with Feilong.

It seems that the situation of the Red Dragon Clan is not optimistic.

"Orianna, Liya, and Celluloid, you go to support Piccolo, and the green dragon is handed over to me.

Philosia quickly made a battle plan.

Pulling out the Socra sword on his back, handing the magic wand to Liya, he jumped off Orianna's body.

"Mother!"

Liya and Cellulu cried out worriedly.

This is too reckless.

After all, the green dragon was playing against An Ruisi, and it would definitely not be too weak in terms of strength.

Can I just let Philocia go alone?

"You go to help Philosia, a mere flying dragon, I don't need you to intervene.

Orianna said.

Don't look at her as a young silver dragon, just think her strength is weak.

No matter how weak the strength is, it is impossible to defeat even a silver dragon.

"good!"

Liya and Celluloid didn't have the slightest opinion.

They were really worried about their mother facing the green dragon alone.

"Cellulus hug my waist!"

below.

When the green halo behind Frink's head is about to explode with magical elements.

"Stop it!"

Puff!

"Roar!"

Philosia fell from the sky, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, Socra's sword pierced the back of Frink's neck without hindrance.

The back of the neck was pierced, causing Frink to make fleshy noises.

An Ruisi took this opportunity to slip away from under Frink, and staggered back to his feet.

"Where did the bug come from! How dare you sneak up on me!"

Frink was furious.

It has always been the green dragon's role to sneak up on others, and no one has been able to sneak up on the green dragon.

Frink shook his body, trying to drop Philosia from his body.

But Felosia had expected it a long time ago, and firmly grasped the hilt of Socra's sword, standing on Frink's neck, motionless.

No matter how Frink shakes it, Philosia stands firmly on it.

"I smell delicious sprites!"

Frink's sensitive nose can smell the delicious scent from elves.

It was like the aroma of barbecued meat in the world, which immediately whetted Frink's appetite.

Suppressing the pain in the back of his neck, Frink aimed at the hill next to him and leaned against it, ready to hit it.

In this way, he wanted to smash Philosia on his back into meatloaf.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Philosia quickly pulled out the blade, jumped off Frink's body, and dodged to the other side.

bang bang!!!

rumbling~

Accompanied by Frink's collision, the rocks on the hill rolled down and hit him.

But Frink didn't care at all, but turned around and looked at Philosia.

"Sure enough, it's an elf, that's... an artifact?!"

Regardless of the wound on his neck, Frink narrowed his eyes and looked at the blade in Philosia's hand.

The sword of Socra, which drank a mouthful of dragon blood, is more coquettish than before, exuding bursts of red light.

To be able to produce such a terrifying penetrating power on one's own dragon scales, only a divine weapon can do it.

Frink looked at Philosia with a wary look.

He didn't want to be a five-color dragon who died at the hands of an elf.

Why did these 537 elves with artifacts appear on the battlefield, and they also stood on the side of Anris.

Anyway, he didn't believe that An Ruisi had the ability to have the subordinates of an artifact holder.

Still a vengeful elf.

"Tell me Elf, where are you from?"

Frink had a hunch that something was wrong.

"We come from the great Red Dragon Clan."

Philosia held the sword of Socra and said coldly.

"The Red Dragon Clan?!"

Frink was startled when he heard the name Red Dragon.

He was so frightened that he quickly looked around, fearing that the red dragon would appear in front of him in the next moment.

As the big brother of the five-color dragon, the Red Dragon has a very resounding name.

If all the red dragons appeared, he would still be playing a fart.

Rogue robbers like Red Dragon don't make any sense.

No wonder An Ruisi came to trouble himself with such confidence.

It turned out to be on a thigh.

The red dragon that can make a young black dragon like An Ruisi willing to be his subordinate is definitely an adult red dragon level existence!

Frink's mind automatically filled up the appearance of an adult red dragon.

Thinking of the image of the muscular red dragon, he couldn't help feeling terrified.

But now that the red dragon has not shown up for a long time, it should not have come to this battlefield, right?

"Don't look, His Majesty the Red Dragon has no time to pay attention to your weak green dragon."