Chapter 1958 Gretel’s Honeymoon Trip Extra (3)

"Cerella!"

Gretel grabbed her:

"Don't break into this place! Be careful, the power level here is much higher than ours!"

"Then... okay, let's be careful and walk slowly from the outside..."

The two people put on a stronger invisibility technique, hiding their figure, smell, breath, and energy fluctuations, and slowly landed from outside the gate of the red palace.

Before it even reached the level of the wall, a huge roar of a beast was already coming towards you. In an instant, Grete leaned back subconsciously, and the protective spell around him erupted in a circle of air waves, pushing out in all directions——

On the ground, gravel rolled. Outside the clearing, there was a continuous sound of clicking, clicking, a row of big trees were broken, several rows of shrubs fell down, and the long grass fell to the ground...

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

There was an exclamation. Amidst the chaotic sounds of boot soles hitting the ground, several groups of patrol knights from the Glorious Holy See quickly rushed towards the direction of the noise. However, Grete had already pulled Cerira along an illusory trajectory and rushed into the palace.

"Did they come after them?"

"No, they didn't dare to chase them in... Well, actually, they couldn't chase them in. They fell down when they were two-thirds close..."

The two of them were holding hands, lying at the entrance of the palace, looking out with one eye.

Sure enough, the team of knights reached half of the way on average before they could no longer survive. The leading sky knight approached two-thirds of the way, his face first turned red and then pale, and finally he was livid, sweating profusely, and his legs were shaking like strings. Something like:

"It seems like we can't get in. Let's go and explore ours and leave him alone!"

"By the way, speed up." Serila walked back and looked back:

"Although we can't get in, who knows if they will report it to the Holy See? Then, it will be very annoying if a few legends come to disturb us!"

The two of them cast one last look at the palace entrance, pressed against the wall, and continued walking inside. The tall and wide main hall is a full fifty or sixty meters high. The legendary silver dragon appears here and can stand upright comfortably, and then do another hot wheel.

At the end of the main hall, on a white jade platform about ten meters high, a throne that can allow an adult silver dragon to roll stands high.

If it weren't for a knife mark that penetrated from the top of the throne to the bottom of the white jade platform, splitting the throne in half, Cerela would have really wanted to roll on it:

But forget it now, after thousands of years, the sword marks are still roaring, fighting against the throne. The throne kept squeezing inward, flashing continuously, and the knife marks kept emitting light, preventing the throne from closing again.

Cerira pulled Grete back and tentatively moved forward. Thirty meters away, twenty meters away... She was still fifteen meters away from the throne. She had already felt obvious resistance. She leaned forward and the soles of her feet touched the ground deeply;

There were still thirteen meters left, and she had completely thrown away Gretel. She bent over and buried her head, taking one step at a time, as if she was pushing through extremely sticky glue;

And at the eleventh meter, she roared violently, the silver light surged, she transformed back into her dragon form, and rushed forward!

"I go!!!"

Gretel exclaimed, activated the teleportation technique in an instant, and rushed to the corner of the hall, leaning against the wall with his back and breathing heavily. Serira, you're going to transform into a dragon, so why not say hello first?

I was almost trampled to death by you just now! ! !

He threw seven or eight observation spells, while stretching his neck and staring at every move on Cerela's side. After turning into a silver dragon, Cerela's forward thrust was indeed much stronger, and she had already rushed within five meters of the throne——

However, when she reached this distance, she couldn't move forward even one step.

The silver dragon's sharp claws dig deeply into the ground. Its front legs, hind legs, and even its thick and powerful tail are all pressed against the ground. Its muscles are bulging one by one, and even its scales are spreading.

Gretel even saw that the scales on Cerela's claws, legs, and even neck were bulging outward one by one, and there were strands of cold mist in the scales.

And as she roared and took another step forward, a faint red color rose up in the cold mist:

Blood!

Blood!

Isn't it bleeding?

Could it be that the capillaries on the body surface burst due to excessive exertion, and the blood came out along with the cold mist before it had time to flow down?

"Cerella!"

Grete threw a lot of buffing spells, protective spells, and healing spells at Cerela, while trying his best to shout:

"Cerilla! If you can't get close, don't get close! We're here to have fun! We're here for our honeymoon! We're not here to hone our fighting power! If it doesn't work, just retreat!"

"snort!"

Serila responded unconvinced, and once again pushed forward, taking a step forward. This time, the throne, the knife mark, and the light surged at the same time, lifting her up directly. The claws were connected to a large area of ​​​​the floor, and rolled out like a rubber ball:

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—"

"boom!!!"

Gretel had quick eyesight and quick hands. He added seventeen or eighty layers of force field buffers to the place where she was knocked out, but he still couldn't stop her from hitting the wall headfirst.

Fortunately, thanks to these buffers, she did not hit a beam of light intertwined with the relics of the Beast God and the power of the Glorious Holy See. Instead, she deflected outward and hit the wall hard.

There was a roar, and the entire hall was filled with light. Ice, flames, sword light, annihilation beams, and various forces roared and intertwined. A beam of light flew out, and a long scream came from far outside the palace...

"Cerela! Let's retreat!"

Grete jumped up, lay on the ground, dodged left and right, rolled and crawled, and rushed to Serira's side. At this moment, Serila had returned to her original shape, grinning and rubbing her shoulders, with a look of aggrievedness.

Seeing Grete rushing towards her, she stopped struggling and was pulled by Grete to the left and then around, out of the audience hall and into another group of palace complexes.

It wasn't until the white jade fountain was in front of her that Cerela plopped down and sat down on the edge of the pool:

"That place was so annoying just now! When I get stronger, no, much stronger, I must pull out the entire palace and bring it back to my dragon's nest!"

Gretel could only smile bitterly. The fallen beast god is said to be at the level of a true god. If not a true god, he is at least a demigod. We are only at the beginning of the legendary stage. When will we be strong enough to pull up this palace?

He got up and moved around a bit, then walked towards the wall, intending to pick a honeysuckle climbing on the wall - after many years, this flower could still grow well in a place with such a strong aura of the beast god. I don't know what kind of mutation it had.

Before her hand even touched the wall, Cerela had already bent down by the pool and stretched out her hand to scoop up the spring water in the pool. Bending down, raising his hand, the palm of his hand is a ball of light, as if it is empty but if it is real:

"Gretel, come and take a look! This spring water is so special! Look through the bottles and jars and I'll put some back in!"