After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

The cold wind howled through the wide wing membrane, blowing the skirt corners of the rider along the shiny black scales.

The nameless undead man sat on Kalamite's back, his mood was a bit strange, but also a bit vicissitudes.

Unexpectedly, after Kalamite was killed by her, her soul would be connected with her in such a wonderful form. .

From a certain point of view, Kalamite has become her mount and pet?For some reason, she always felt that while sitting on this black dragon, she should also hold a golden cup in her hand and fly over with a bunch of bipedal dragons swaggeringly from the sky.

No, she is the salary king of the age of fire anyway, how can she mix with Gu Long?

The nameless undead man sighed lightly, and suppressed the wild thoughts that suddenly popped up in his head.

This time she came to Anor Londo to find the God of the Dark Moon. Last time she went to spread the fire, the contents of the bottomless wooden box would be burned in the furnace, so she simply entrusted it to Gwendolin. Years later, the contents of the box are still there.

While she was rambling her thoughts, Kalamite who was seated suddenly slammed on the brakes, and almost stopped before hitting the barrier and turning into meatloaf.

"Hey, there is an enchantment ahead, do you want me to smash the enchantment directly and go in to fight with the Gwen protoss of Arnoel Londo?"

Kalamite recited dissatisfiedly, although the sound made by the dragon's organs was more like continuous thunder.

"You can, if you want to."

The nameless undead patted the black dragon's slender neck a few times, and stretched out his hand to feel the enchantment on the opposite side with his heart.This place is close to the capital where Gwyndolin is located, and the entire enchantment also has an obvious protoss aura, a soft and icy aura, which made her think of the little dragon girl holding a sickle, and the painting of ice and snow. The painting of the bridge.

The key to the world of Aredel in the painting is a small doll.

The nameless undead man subconsciously touched his bosom, and after he found nothing, he recalled belatedly and stuffed the little doll into the box by himself.

The current situation is equivalent to forgetting the key at home, and can only stare at the locked door in a daze, and there is no craftsman who can unlock the lock in this world.

"So, why was I so stupid back then? If I knew I was going to wake up, I should have brought the little Artorius badge doll into the fire and burned it..."

"I don't care if you burn it or not, but don't you want to see what's going on below?"

Kalamite hovered in mid-air, flapping the air with his muscular wings, and even had time to point at the scene happening inside through the barrier, and a trace of hostile flames shot out from his nostrils.

The nameless undead man lowered his head following the words of the black dragon, and then his pupils constricted, his face full of disbelief.

"This is...how could it be? After all, this is a place close to the gods. How could such a thing happen? Kalamite, tear up the barrier for me!"

……

The thunderous roar rang in my ears, signaling the arrival of the wild giant beast, and even the ground seemed to be trembling.

Galahad huddled himself tightly in the yellow weeds, tried his best to hide himself, and the volume in the communicator also became almost a whisper as the purple-haired knight adjusted.Even if his physical fitness has declined, he can still see clearly that it is a giant dragon hanging in the sky, not a wyvern that can be easily defeated.

"Doctor Roman, I saw a dragon, and it's a giant dragon."

Galahad's low hoarse voice came from the other end of the communicator, but no matter how they adjusted the screen, Da Vinci and Romani could only see a weed on the screen, which could only be judged by the flowing data. The heartbeat of the knights of the round table has deviated from the normal value.

The heartbeats of both of them also accelerated.

Even in the Age of Gods, giant dragons existed at the top of the food chain, but anyone who escaped from the claws of a giant dragon, or achieved the achievement of killing a giant dragon, was a great hero who has been famous for centuries, and in Galahad, his ability was In the extremely compressed old world, not to mention single-handedly fighting the giant dragon, even being able to escape alive is a problem.

The best result is that the dragon didn't notice at all.

"Well, Galahad, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Galahad took the time to peek at the sky, "The dragon didn't notice me."

"Oh, I'm really scared to death. I thought that in this world, giant dragons are walking everywhere, and monsters are like dogs. If that's the case, then keep hiding—wow, what kind of sound is that!"

Galahad jumped up from the ground like a spring, and the shock wave from the end of the bridge made his internal organs twitch endlessly. The Knight of the Round Table slid down the embankment by stepping on the gravel, resisting the desire to vomit. I saw a scene I will never forget.

boom--

The huge and unparalleled dragon smashed into the city like a cannonball, and the barrier appeared at that moment, condensing into a shell like ice crystals.

click-

click-

Centering on the place where the giant dragon bombarded, spider web-like traces split open, and accompanied by a crisp breaking sound, they continued to extend downward.The black dragon's muscles bulged, and the steel claws were tightly clasped. The black flames of disaster poured out from between the sharp knife-like teeth, and the barriers melted away soundlessly wherever they touched.

Immediately, both the dragon and the bystanders saw the hellish scene.

……

The Ice and Snow City, once bathed in the glory of the gods, has fallen into a chaotic killing.

The fireball wrapped in filth and darkness flew across, and the fallen female paladin swung the stake, leading to a burning wall of fire. Frost condensed on the blade of the light-armored knight who should be the guard of the holy king of law, and every time it was raised, it brought Flying blood flowers.The nobles of Iluziel ran out of their respective residences and ran wildly on the street, trying to find a place where they could get shelter. Then, the long-haired dryads lying on the ground and pretending to be dead ended their lives.

The streets are full of human body stumps and broken arms, and the slowly congealed dark red blood echoes with indistinct whispers, which makes people feel frightened.

In the chaotic streets, it is not that there is no one who dares to resist.A certain knight wearing fat armor and holding a huge hammer is organizing a group of silver armored knights with feathered patterns carved on their helmets to resist. Every time someone hits it, someone's head will be broken and bloody, and the silver knights are shining with thunder. The spear will also inevitably hang the enemy rushing forward on the spear head.However, due to the large number of people attacking the army formation, and the appearance of traitors inside, the knights kept retreating, and then they were hit by fireballs by fat bishops with green eyes, and their blood spattered three feet.

"I didn't expect that Smo, who was fighting with Ornstein so hard that I couldn't find the north, turned out to be like this now. Compared with before, Arnoel Londo has declined even more..."

The nameless undead murmured, and the black dragon sitting under him snorted disdainfully.

"Heh heh heh, the more decayed Arnoel Londe is, the better. Who let Gwen and his group lead people to kill most of my family, and now they deserve to be beaten up. Midil was found by him when he was so young He came from the lair, gave his little daughter as a pet, and suppressed him in the abyss. He stuffed a few guys into the sewer, and endured the filth and poisonous torture every day, even the dead dragon, He was sent to Izaris to be a test object for those witches..."

"Fortunately, I saw the opportunity quickly and stayed away from the battlefield, so I saved my life. I heard that some guys also saved their lives. Later, they even bewitched the eldest son of that guy, Gwen, and let the so-called Sun The king deprived his eldest son of his name and exiled him to a deserted mountain, all this is retribution."

"However, you were killed by me, and now you are my mount and pet."

The chattering black dragon froze immediately, and then spat dragon's breath on the ground in retaliation, turning a group of people who were killing people indiscriminately into a ball of coke.

……

"Oh my god... It turns out that you, Galahad, entered the battlefield by mistake... Be careful not to get caught in it."

"Not yet, I'm just watching the battle from the edge of the battlefield, and I haven't officially joined the battle."

Galahad lay on the high embankment, lowered his head slightly, avoiding a fireball flying across the sky in an arc.Immediately after he let go of his hand, he slid down to the river again, and the black dragon's breath with a gilded edge immediately overflowed from the blood-stained ground, just avoiding the fingers of the Knights of the Round Table.

In a place where he could not see, dreamlike murmurs, the sound of weapons clashing, and screams mixed together, as a foil to the thick dragon chant, resounding throughout the city.

"I never thought that after Lingzi moved here, I would see the dragon again." The knight of the round table said with a sigh, and the past memories resurfaced in his mind, "Even when King Arthur was here, he never saw the dragon again." It happened that the white dragon Vortigern attacked a human town."

"It doesn't seem to be the case. The black dragon seems to be helping the other party. Every time it breathes out, the flame will deliberately avoid the knight holding the sledgehammer."

The youth with half-length orange-pink hair opened his eyes wide, carefully distinguishing the patterns on the blurred screen.

The fat knight holding a sledgehammer obviously knew something when he saw the dragon falling from the sky. After a brief communication with the silver knights around him, the morale of the knights who had already shown signs of decline regained their morale and formed small formations , broke out in the direction of the black dragon in a wedge shape.

The strange six-winged black dragon almost spit after the group of witches and bishops who were still arrogant just now, rolling on the ground like a stream of golden dragon flames, which cannot be extinguished with ordinary ice or clear water.It wasn't until the group of vicious attackers turned into human-shaped cokes that the black dragon slowly lowered its height and fell to the ground.

Until then, the doctor who had been guarding the computer for a whole day saw an elegant woman sitting upright behind the fluttering six wings, amidst the blurred light and shadow.

The author has something to say:

I still feel very angry. I mentioned this Soul Writing series in the last book, and the copywriters Rodland Chuanhuo and Yanan Hunting God are about to make it clear, but some people still don’t read the copywriting.

I saved the manuscript until 15W before posting, and I dropped 6 to 6000 words on the day I entered V, and then there were daily updates of 50 words. I’m afraid it’s inconvenient for you to jump to 3000% of the anti-theft. You only have the opportunity to code until one o’clock in the morning after work... ...It feels like a matter of course to be exhausted, so increase the anti-theft, 6000 per day, when to update, and when to drop [-] words depends on your mood, anyway, I don’t rely on this to make a living.

感谢在2019-11-1216：03：24～2019-11-1516：36：13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 cloud and rain;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Francis Zabi, Asami 1;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 2 Taishan Fujun; ERIC-SEI, direct death, Fujiin chestnut, 1 God Servant Support Club;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：云台48瓶；藤院栗栗子38瓶；铃舟落月20瓶；弗朗西斯·扎比15瓶；晞晞粒粒、泰山府君10瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!