The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 224 - 224 196 Flame Tumor Yakirian

224: Chapter 196 Fla Tumor Yakirian 224: Chapter 196 Fla Tumor Yakirian

White mist filled every corner of the view.

Having forcefully ingested what seed to be dragon’s Breath of Flas, Lind felt his body was full, his hands bursting with flas 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 subrged 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 lted 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 rely a flying dragon, its oppressive aura slightly stronger than Archbishop Karzan, but nowhere near Leon.

Lind rembered Ghost Selena once ntioned, 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 ti 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 flas 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 ntal 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 imdiately more climbed up.

Lind also used his nimble movents to climb onto the back of the flying dragon.

Though he was a “Rune ssenger,” he did not prefer sneaking around; grand and bold was the combat style he had set for himself, but that didn’t an he lacked agility.

The dragon’s spine was covered with uneven spines, so 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 so 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 so 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, flas completely engulfing Lind.

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

The surrounding areas at the shore could not escape the licking flas, 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 flas, the fiery blast from the dragon’s mouth hamred 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 extrely 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 flas 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 flas converged into a ball and fell from the sky, Lind imdiately sensed trouble.

Like thunder flashing and bursting loudly, the flas no longer spread wildly but were condensed into teors, 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 teoric 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 flas, 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 flas, confident that even if Lind could ignore the flas, he definitely couldn’t evade this Breath, as its nature wasn’t that of flas.

“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 ga, 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 flas, 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, perford 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 seed to be fighting against sothing, 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 imdiately appeared.

She exclaid in surprise, “Yakirian?”