Chapter 443 World Devourer

It doesn't even look like much of a dragon anymore.

It was a huge solid monster with wood as its bones, stone as its flesh, and soil as its blood...

A monster born to devour the world!

It looks like an extremely fat lizard - yes, since Nicholas II can't fly, this "Dragon Gundam" setup doesn't even have wings.

On the contrary, its tail is extremely thick.

But if it's a lizard...it still has eight legs and six arms. The upper body stands upright, and the height doesn't stop until it exceeds thirty meters.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to grow, but if he continues to grow, he may be stuck in the canyon.

After all, they are still in the Blood Butterfly Valley... This is already the maximum size while maintaining dexterity. If the centaur is a "horse man", then it can probably be called a "centipede lizard man".

"—Blood of the warrior. The battlefield of never turning back. The bones of gold..."

He was still singing non-stop.

He was creating for himself huge, solid weapons and armor.

And Annan's frosty breath at this moment finally reached his head.

His upper body froze and cracked.

"It's useless."

He hehe said, breaking off the "faucet" made of mud.

As he absorbed the soil under his body, a new dragon head was formed again in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Annan stopped the attack.

Even the level a of a natural weapon like dragon's breath obviously has energy consumption. Impossible to be like an archer in the game, holding a pot of arrows is like firing infinite bullets...

So, a protracted battle with Nicholas II who has Philosopher's Stone technology?

Annan was not that stupid.

He hovered in the air and began to think about new countermeasures.

"Whatever you want, Annan."

But Nicholas II didn't care: "You may not have lost, but you can't win."

In the short confrontation before, Nicholas II had already noticed Annan's weakness.

The reason why Annan bombarded himself with the help of complex divine rituals.

It's because he lacks a strong enough attacking ability.

And this problem has not been significantly alleviated after Annan turned into a frost-scaled dragon-this white-winged crowned dragon may be able to kill an army of more than a thousand people in an instant, but for him who has become a mobile fortress now However, it is completely unsolvable.

Annan's dragon's breath easily cracked his body.

His skin was full of cracks, so fragile that it would crack and collapse on its own...but so what? As long as he wanted to, he could heal this level of wound at any time.

Everything in this world can be used to devour.

earth. trees. masonry.

Or people.

In front of the alchemist, even the ubiquitous air and light are part of the material.

Everything within reach is wealth.

But for those who don't understand alchemy, this is an obstacle that they can't use throughout their lives.

Using "Poison Dust of Hermes the Triple Great",

Exile those warriors from another world; turn yourself into the body of a dragon so that you will not be so weak that you will die at the touch of a touch; by wrapping yourself in the interior of the whole nature, you can avoid being directly hit by Annan's attack.

This is an unassailable tactic.

Annan did not attack the soul, nor did he have the ability to master the shaping system, nor did he have the ability to penetrate the thick armor of the earth in an instant and directly kill the internal destruction spells.

The rock formation and the trees are not thick, only a dozen meters in diameter, and its strength is far inferior to that of the city wall...but it can effectively insulate the temperature.

If any part of it is damaged, it is divided and excreted. And immediately absorb new "nutrients" to repair the gap.

"If you want to hate... just hate that you didn't kill me with one blow at the very beginning."

Nicholas II made a mocking sound.

As early as when Nicholas II accepted the "Silver Flame Bombardment", he was already thinking about how he should target this kind of bombardment-type temperature-based ability.

But now, he has made up for this shortcoming of his own.

He felt that Annan no longer had the means to kill him—as long as Annan's transformation time was delayed, he would be able to win without a fight.

So he began to try to distract Annan's attention and delay his transformation time.

It is impossible to forcibly transform the soul of silver into a dragon body without any price.

The degree of energy consumption alone is not an order of magnitude.

Although he felt that Annan could no longer win, it would be safer to delay for a while and let Annan completely lose his ability to resist...

"I asked you before. Do you know who Hermes is?"

Nicholas II said slowly: "Obviously you won't know.

"This is knowledge that only alchemists can master. Those fools of the so-called 'Transformation School'... they probably think Hermes is a person!

"Transformation School—I really don't want to mention this name. But I have to say, the people here are fools! They gave up the great art of alchemy, the power of creation... just to fight?"

Heilong snorted.

This is not acting, but real disdain.

"There are as many powers that want to kill and destroy. But there are very few powers that can create.

"They don't even realize their identity as creators, so they naturally don't understand what Hermes is."

The black young dragon wrapped in the lizard monster made of mud, rock, and wood let out a dull laugh and kept talking: "What is Hermes?

"Hermes is nobody - he's just an image, a code name.

"Alchemy is the science of creation... But if you want to create the future, you must first understand the past. Compared with the bright future full of infinite possibilities, the past is so bleak and worthless.

"In ancient times, after death, all alchemists would call their inventions the inventions of the 'Hermes'. They would not leave their own names in history, because compared to the brighter creations They themselves, as mortals, are full of many shortcomings.

"These shortcomings are enough to make their creations no longer holy.

"Therefore, Hermes must be a man without error. A man who can never err, a divine and unshakable memory. It was never, and could not be, a living being.

"He is the embodiment of the wisdom of the sages—"

"—Then why do you call yourself Hermes II?"

"This is not what I claim to be. It was decided by those fools who don't even know how to read history. What about Hermes II, Nicholas II... I don't care about those at all."

The black dragon sneered: "Of course my inventions can also be named Hermes, it doesn't matter. I don't intend to use them as proof that I am the perfect and omnipotent king...

"I am Hermes and Nicholas.

"I've never been a second child! I'm just myself—"

"……Not always."

A faint voice sounded from inside the clay monster.

It was Philip's voice.