Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Singo took out the light and continued walking forward. Cold iron doors appeared in front of him. From behind some iron doors, there were strange roars, painful howls, and even the sound of claws rubbing against steel.

"There are probably a lot of monsters here. Let's choose a quieter one and go in and have a look."

"OK."

The naturally war-crazed man found the door with the least movement, carefully pulled the bolt open, and then pushed the door open and entered.

Steamed Bun followed closely behind, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The laboratory here seems to be a corner cast aside by the world, filled with the smell of blood and the smell of death. There is not much light inside, only the weak candlelight on the steamed bun is swaying, illuminating the small area near them, revealing the Hanguang's experimental equipment made everyone feel horrified.

Steamed Bun held up the torch and said softly:

"I seemed to hear...breathing."

The naturally war-mad man clenched his battle ax in his hand, stepped forward and listened, and sure enough he heard the faint sound of airflow.

He looked deep into the dark laboratory, as if something was undulating and trembling.

"Get ready to fight."

However, their arrival seemed to be detected here, and rows of dragon-headed torches suddenly lit up. The faint blue firelight illuminated the entire laboratory, and also revealed the true identity of the behemoth in the shadow in the distance.

——A body nearly six meters long, with five ferocious lizard-like heads sewn onto a body made up of different creatures. You can even see the stitches at the seams.

The skinny, almost skin-to-bone body was covered with sparse white scales, exposing large areas of wrinkled skin.

The front of its body was covered with broken bones and pieces of meat, as well as blood-stained scalpels, silver needles, and saws, and it exuded some kind of unpleasant smell.

The monster's limbs were firmly locked on the giant metal platform, and the rusty iron shackles made him immobile and unable to break free. Each of its heads has its eyes closed, and its huge body rises and falls, apparently falling into a deep sleep.

"This...what the hell is this?"

Steamed Bun was so frightened that his face turned pale. Putting aside the physical nausea caused by the monster, the key point was that the white scales triggered some not-so-good memories for him.

"check it out."

Singo took a step forward and found an introduction board with small characters engraved in front of the metal bed.

"Number 66: [Five-Headed Dragon Monster]"

"I would like to pay tribute to the great Five Color Dragon Queen with this work."

"This is truly a failed creation. The dirty bloodline has not been purified by the noble dragon blood. It has no wisdom and is not even worthy of being called a dragon. Tiamat, please forgive my blasphemy. Created this terrible imitation - Wagner, on December 1, 1387 of the Third Era."

Mantou patted his chest, feeling lingering fear in his heart: "It's another monster created by Lao Deng. Fortunately, he is locked up and doesn't have any... illusion or other abilities."

Singo sneered: "Haha."

The born warrior felt a little confused and touched his bald head and asked: "Have you encountered any illusion before? Why didn't I know about it?"

"Well--"

Before Singo could say anything, Mantou rushed up and covered his mouth, and said with a smile:

"No, no, nothing happened."

However, he was so anxious that he stepped on the scalpels scattered on the ground, making a crisp "clang" sound.

"Ouch...ow"

Overlapping hoarse roars sounded. The sound was not loud but extremely harsh, as if it was resonating with the air.

Steamed Bun suddenly turned pale and turned around with cold sweat on his face.

The monster's five pairs of eyes were all opened, its slender neck was twisting restlessly, its thin and sunken skull-like head was full of greed, and viscous liquid was dripping from the corners of its mouth.

Since its birth, it had been casually abandoned by Wagner, and it had not eaten for who knows how many years. The "human" in front of it was undoubtedly a delicious meal for the five-headed dragon monster, which made it salivate.

Steamed Bun stammered: "It's okay, he's trapped here, he won't be able to get through."

However, before he finished speaking, the shackles made a harsh creaking sound, and the metal platform followed the monster's body, shaking violently.

"Crack!"

Just hear a crisp sound.

The five-headed dragon monster's desire to eat could no longer be suppressed. It struggled continuously, and its thin body exploded with unimaginable strength, breaking the old metal shackles.

"Roar--"

Five heads shook, and the monster raised its head and roared.

Immediately afterwards, five greedy and blazing gazes were cast at Steamed Bun and the others, and the corrosive mucus from the corners of his mouth dripped onto the ground, causing holes to appear on the ground.

Singo looked at the monster, gritted his teeth and said: "Steamed Bun, if I had known better, I would have had Zhan Kuang beat you to death!"

Steamed Bun slid back without tears: "How do I know he woke up like this? It's because his sleep quality is too low!"

"Get out of the way and let me come!"

The naturally war-mad man stood in front without hesitation, holding on to his battle ax and confronting the monster head-on. However, in the absence of Xia Ye Qiu Yu and without the blessing of magic, even he could not defeat such a terrifying monster alone.

【Five-headed dragon monster】

Challenge Level: 8 (3600xp)

"Damn, that's a tricky thing."

Singo spat, quickly took off the hunting longbow from his back, pulled it open and aimed at the five-color dragon monster. Purple hunter marks appeared on the monster's body.

"Drink——"

The naturally war-mad man let out a war cry and stamped his feet violently on the ground.

His eyes were red, steam was coming out of his body, he entered a violent state, and rushed towards the five-headed dragon monster with his battle ax in hand.

"Roar--"

The dragon monster let out a hoarse roar, and his eyes showed the joy of food being delivered to his door. He did not expect that these "little guys" would rush forward to die without fear.

"Frenzy Strike!"

The born warrior jumped up high with his battle ax and slashed at one of the dragon monster's necks.

"when!"

Sparks flew and the ax hit the scales just right.

The strength of the berserker can make the dragon monster feel a sharp pain even through its scales, and its flesh and blood are violently impacted.

The five-headed dragon monster roared and twisted its huge body. The two heads on its side stretched out, occupying the field of view and biting the natural war madman from a high position.

Once those rows of sharp fangs pierce the flesh, even a savage with thick skin and natural war madness will probably be pierced through and die on the spot.

Singo, who was watching from a distance, quickly shouted:

"Steamed bun!"

"Here I come, Brother Zhan Kuang!"

Mantou saw the right moment, rushed up from the side, and pierced the five-headed dragon monster's exposed skin with his sword.

"A flood of action!"

He activated his warrior ability, his movements became extremely fast, and his arm almost appeared as an afterimage. He slashed with the sword several times, causing bloody wounds to appear on the dragon monster.

"Ouch——"

It raised its head and howled in pain.

But this dragon monster had five heads, and soon three of them attacked the steamed buns, and their huge claws trampled them again and again.

Even with Tidal Wave of Action turned on, Mantou was still exhausted, jumping and dodging back and forth like a grasshopper, dodging and jumping around, unable to launch a counterattack at all.

"boom!"

The naturally war-mad man received even more attention. He was hit head-on by the thick long tail and was knocked flying several meters. He rolled on the ground for more than ten times and finally hit the wall heavily.