Magical Strategist

Strangely, when the dagger pierced his heart, the real dragon felt no obvious pain. Then when he pulled out the dagger, he felt the strength of his body being stripped away, and the piercing pain spread to every nerve in his body. The real dragon screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What's wrong with you?" Haitang asked with concern.

"Leave me alone, get out of here!" Zhen Long said angrily. The magic power in his body disappeared along with the dagger the moment it was pulled out. He tried to activate the deepest essence, but he could not find a single bit.

"No, I will heal you right now." Haitang would never abandon the dragon. She used her magic power to perform a top-notch medical technique to heal the dragon's wound.

"Aren't you the one who wanted to kill me?" The real dragon lost too much blood and his vision became increasingly blurred.

Haitang gently pressed her palm on the dragon's wound. The blood solidified after a while, and her forehead was covered with sweat. She tried her best to pull the dragon back from the brink of death...

At some point, Yilang quietly came to the dungeon. He said with a smile: "Miss Haitang, you have done a great deed again!"

Ichiro picked up the dagger. Strangely, the glass bead on the dagger's handle changed color, from white to blood red. Ichiro said with satisfaction: "The power bead will turn red when it is full of mana, which means that it contains all the power of the flame. It doesn't matter if I can't get the blood curse. As long as I get this power, from now on, I will be the best in the world, hahahahaha..."

Time this morning.

While Ichiro was still troubled by the blood curse, Zhi Tianxing brought a treasure, the power bead. It came from the distant eastern continent, the blood elf continent, and there was only one in the world. It could absorb the power of anyone and make it his own.

Ichiro's ambition to pursue power has never stopped. He wanted to become the strongest in the world, but he never achieved it because of his mediocre talent. He wanted to practice the blood curse himself after obtaining it, but he only heard about the power of the blood curse but didn't know the secret of the blood curse. The first condition for practicing the blood curse is to have a rare first-grade essence. Ichiro is a human and does not have the essence of blood elves, which he knows. In order to achieve his goal, Ichiro kept sending people to steal the banned books of the magic school. There is a banned book called "Magic Conversion". After practicing this technique, the fighting spirit of humans can be converted into the essence of any race, including blood elves. However, there is a very high risk in performing this technique. If the fighting spirit of oneself and other races repel each other, one will die on the spot, and the probability of successful conversion is less than 30%. Even so, Ichiro, who is eager for power, still wants to try.

When he saw the power bead, Ichiro was so excited that he lost control. It turned out that the legendary artifact of the Rem tribe really existed! He didn't have to risk his life to perform magic conversion or endure the pain of practicing blood curse. He could achieve his dream of many years by absorbing the power of the flames and using it for himself. Everything was so simple, how wonderful!

Zhenlong suddenly realized that Ichiro was trying every means to get the blood curse in order to increase his own strength. In order to become stronger, Zhenlong angrily scolded: "Do you think you can be invincible with my power? Wait and see, as long as I am still alive, one day I will make you die without a burial place."

"Oh? Really? What a pity, I forgot to tell you one thing. After your magic power is sucked away by the power-charging bead, you will become a useless person, the kind that will be disabled for life. If you don't believe me, try it now and see if you can sense the existence of magic power?" Ichiro said with a gloomy face.

As expected, no matter how much the real dragon used its magic power, its body was empty and there was no sign of existence, as if it had never existed.

"Impossible, I have practiced the blood curse, the speed of mana recovery cannot be so slow!" He tried it many times, but still could not feel the existence of mana.

"You are already a useless person, don't you understand? Miss Haitang, let's go back and let this useless person fend for himself." Seeing that Haitang was indifferent, he had to order his men to carry Haitang out. "Don't waste your energy anymore. Just because he killed Cheng'er, I won't let him live. Come on, carry Douglas' daughter out!"

Back on the ground, more than 30 secret agents from the Tianzi Group, including Sha Tianxing, were already waiting there.

"Congratulations, our Lord, for becoming the best in the world!" everyone said in unison.

Ichiro, with a look of triumph on his face, raised his arms and shouted, "I've finally got the power I've been waiting for for fifteen years." Looking at the dark red power bead in his hand, he felt extremely excited. The small bead contained the blood curse, no, a power even stronger than the blood curse.

Then let me have this power!

goo...

The Adam's apple moved, and the power bead slid along the esophagus into the stomach.

Everyone held their breath and carefully observed Ichiro's changes.

But Ichiro just stood there quietly without moving.

One second later, three seconds later, five seconds later...

Suddenly, the wolf twitched violently, and countless strong forces rolled in its body, stirring its internal organs. The hot and fierce airflow was like angry waves, one wave stronger than the other, making Ichiro feel extremely painful. He urged his magic power to try to suppress this strong force, but his magic power seemed so small in front of this strong force, and it was swallowed up in an instant.

Puff! Ichiro felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. His legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

The pain continued, and the air flow hit the muscles and bones all over his body, making a crisp sound. Soon, blood oozed out from the pores all over his body. Under the scorching temperature in his body, the oozed blood quickly evaporated into red gas. Ichiro's body was wrapped in red gas with a bloody smell. Puff! He vomited blood again.

"The master is in danger! Quickly call Medical Star!"

Ah! Ah! Ichiro howled in pain. It was not difficult to imagine what kind of torture he was enduring.

But after a few minutes, the pain gradually subsided. Instead, a warm breath came over me. Is this feeling the essence? After another half a minute, the pain completely disappeared, the wounds on my body began to heal, and the strength I had consumed began to recover.

Ichiro stood up from the ground, his eyes filled with the excitement of rebirth after death. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. This was an unprecedented incredible feeling, a feeling of full of strength. His hearing, perception, feeling, and vision became unprecedentedly sensitive. He could almost hear the breathing of Sha Tianxing and others, and he could not even feel the fluctuations of the airflow in their bodies.

"My lord, are you okay?" asked Sha Tianxing.

Ichiro raised his eyes, and a cold light swept over from the corner of his eyes, "Come, attack me."

Sha Tianxing hesitated and said, "I dare not."

"Just do it! Get started!" Ichiro said firmly.

Sha Tianxing had no choice but to draw his sword, kick his legs, and stab out suddenly.

"Too slow!" The sword moves of Sha Tianxing looked like a slow motion performance in Yilang's eyes. "Is this the power of flames? Too incredible!"