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Chapter 224 - 196 Flame Tumor Yakirian

Chapter 224: Chapter 196 Flame Tumor Yakirian

White mist filled every corner of the view.

Having forcefully ingested what seemed to be dragon’s Breath of Flames, Lind felt his body was full, his hands bursting with flames as he repelled all the mist trying to ensnare him.

Marveling at the spectacle before him, the elongating neck rising from the water resembled a gigantic python, yet the dragon horns on its head and the spread wings tearing through the water surface clarified it was indeed a dragon, not a giant snake.

Failing to turn Lind to ashes had clearly surprised the water dragon, as its long red neck quickly submerged and disappeared entirely.

His gaze shifted to the water surface, where suddenly a pair of demonic crescent-like red eyes lit up the dark waters, and jerk by jerk, red luminescence outlined the lengthy body wriggling underwater.

The surface of the water also displayed swift arrow-like patterns charging toward Lind, bringing the stark silent waters to life in that instant.

Gurgle, gurgle, the deathly cold water boiled.

The surrounding air also spiked in an instant, making Lind feel as though he was within a furnace, the air he breathed thick with mist and scorching like magma into his lungs.

Lind stepped back half a step, his gaze firmly locked onto the restless surface of the water.

Now, he had two choices; turn and run, or catch the dragon.

His mind flickered with madness, maybe touching that shard of the Magic Ring had melted his brain, the Blood of Madness once again corroding his spirit, but if he could capture a dragon, especially one that could continuously spit fire, Lind could solve the problem of endurance.

Moreover, this dragon wasn’t strong, it was merely a flying dragon, its oppressive aura slightly stronger than Archbishop Karzan, but nowhere near Leon.

Lind remembered Ghost Selena once mentioned, back in the Far East Magic School there was a flying dragon that had fled over mountains and valleys to this place, accidentally leaving behind the Banshee’s Horn.

If he was not mistaken, this was the very flying dragon that used to pull carriages.

The water surface roared and burst apart, the dragon’s mouth filled with irregular and dense teeth, biting through with a glow of fire towards Lind, even as a Hero Great Knight, he could not be sure he could withstand a dragon bite that resembled hundreds of intersecting blades.

He suddenly rolled to the side to dodge, but a crimson figure had already leaped out of the water and heavily smashed in front of him, fully occupying his field of vision.

Although the flying dragon did not possess the legendary magical abilities of dragonkind, its strong and robust body sent shockwaves every time it shook or moved.

The front legs, once wings were folded, and the stout hind legs trod the ground, the sheer weight of its body could crush Lind.

Unable to make flames work, the flying dragon instinctively used its body to attack, but chains were already spreading from Lind’s body, quickly climbing onto the crimson body of the dragon.

The mental subjugation from the Lost Soul Chains, facing a dragon that definitely surpassed Upper Rank, had a near-zero chance of success.

Every second chains broke, yet immediately more climbed up.

Lind also used his nimble movements to climb onto the back of the flying dragon. Though he was a "Rune Messenger," he did not prefer sneaking around; grand and bold was the combat style he had set for himself, but that didn’t mean he lacked agility.

The dragon’s spine was covered with uneven spines, some as thick as fingers, others as long as arms, densely packed.

Clearly, being ridden was not an option encoded in the genes of the flying dragon from birth.

Yet, Lind discovered some broken scales around the dragon’s neck, recalling its past as a carriage-pulling creature, it was easy to deduce these were traces left by some form of rope harness.

Had it been any ordinary magical beast or ferocious beast, being mounted, they would be helpless against the figure on their back, but this flying dragon was not among them.

Its neck, as long as a python, turned back, its head easily looking at Lind who was pulling on the Lost Soul Chains on its back.

The dragon’s mouth opened again, flames completely engulfing Lind.

The dense mist was shattered by the burst of flames, the ruins of the collapsed city-state in the distance were also devoured by the flames in an instant, exploding into white ash that soared with the flames into the sky.

The surrounding areas at the shore could not escape the licking flames, the fire unleashed its full power on land, turning the area into a raging inferno with rolling heat waves and violent explosions.

Lind crossed his hands in front of his face, even though he could ignore all damage from the flames, the fiery blast from the dragon’s mouth hammered relentlessly on his body, and had it not been for the continuous onslaught of fire that built up his strength crazily, he might have been overturned by this breath.

The explosions generated dense clouds and stones burned into ashes, which rose up like a mushroom cloud, then lost all their strength and sparsely fell, raining fire down.

His blood surged, the skin on his chest already scalded bright red, and the constantly moving flying dragon made it extremely difficult for Lind to keep his footing.

Finally, after another shake, the Flying Dragon had tossed Lind off, spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

With its sky-blocking wings spread out, Lind felt as though he was seeing a small fortress flying in the air.

It circled in the air, resembling a crimson giant python with a pair of wings and two hind legs.

The Flying Dragon also realized that ordinary flames couldn’t harm Lind, its slender neck twisting and curling into a semicircle as it bit down on its own neck.

It was then that Lind noticed several bloated, oozing tumors growing on the dragon’s neck.

As it bit open a pus-filled tumor, orange-red magma flowed out, clinging to the teeth of the Flying Dragon, clearly causing it great pain.

Initially, Lind didn’t pay attention to its actions; crazed beasts eroded by Calamity after the apocalypse or losing their sanity in combat were quite common.

However, when the Flying Dragon opened its mouth again, hot flames converged into a ball and fell from the sky, Lind immediately sensed trouble.

Like thunder flashing and bursting loudly, the flames no longer spread wildly but were condensed into meteors, trailing across the sky and then targeting Lind’s body.

He swiftly got up and ran, feeling the booming explosions behind him.

One, two, three... a series of meteoric fire showers, bombarding intensely.

The explosion’s roar and the blast of heatwave engulfed Lind, and even he, who had been ignoring the damage of flames, had his skin torn apart by the intensity now.

With pain, the Flying Dragon flapped its wings in the air, its body jerking up and down with each beat.

It excitedly watched the area bombarded with orange-red flames, confident that even if Lind could ignore the flames, he definitely couldn’t evade this Breath, as its nature wasn’t that of flames.

"Woo woo woong—!" A horn sound cutting through the explosion’s noise caused the Flying Dragon’s body to abruptly halt.

The sudden assault of a curse drained the Flying Dragon of its strength, and the tumors on its neck began to violently struggle as it cried out and fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The drone filled Lind’s ears, and the bursting airwaves pressed against him, bringing that familiar feeling once more.

He went deaf again.

In the context of a game, it should be referred to as a "negative status" such as broken legs, disability, deafness, blindness, etc., which had always been common, and Lind was no Iron Man.

His battered body was quickly healed with the aid of the surging flames, and the large blood vessels beneath Lind’s skin flashed a bright red, making him appear like a person with Mystic Runes.

Especially the pulsing of his heart in sync with the Crest on his chest, cloaked him in an enigma too complex to unravel at a glance.

Now, only tattered dragon-hide pants covered his lower body, his bare feet walking towards the dragon, leaving a trail of burning footprints.

Seeing the Flying Dragon trying to rise once again, Lind raised the Banshee’s Horn.

This thing, he really used it carelessly, never worrying about running out of uses.

The Flying Dragon, whose strength hadn’t exceeded that of a Hero and was now halved by the curse, performed very poorly.

Its body writhed.

"Don’t move!" Lind believed the creature could definitely understand him.

After reaching Transcendent, one couldn’t treat them like ordinary beasts, especially not a Flying Dragon, a magical beast.

Fear showed in the eyes of the Flying Dragon as it recognized the horn.

"See, we can still communicate normally!"

Lind bound the dragon with Lost Soul Chains, while it seemed to be fighting against something, making it too weak to struggle against Lind’s binding again.

He threw the Banshee’s Horn into the water, and the figure of Ghost Selena immediately appeared.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Yakirian?"

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