Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 2 today ~)

Chapter 100 [The Beast of Aragon] (Bottom)

Dewey felt scared.

This thing looks like a coffin, but Dewey didn't expect it to be a -- a living thing.

This stuff has been stored here for almost a thousand years since Aragon, and even if there's anything in it, what kind of treasure does Dewey think Aragon left behind, or some kind of legendary artifact? Powerful magic item? Or the legendary King's Sword?

But now, suddenly something is talking in the coffin!

Decided, Dewey bites his teeth and drinks: "Man is a ghost! ”

The other party answers (not human, not ghost).

Dewey started sweating cold: “What are you? ”

(Not something.

Ha ha! Dewey really wanted to laugh a few times, but she couldn't laugh herself.

Imagine a thousand years of sarcophagus in a mysterious dragon kingdom, in a cold, dark secret chamber… these elements together, you can laugh?

Dewey calms down and starts remembering what the old magician said in that prophecy...

I will get the legacy of Aragon, I will pull out the sword of the king... what else?

Ah, yes. The prophecy says there will be help from the beast!

The beast left by Aragon?

Dewey was a little nervous and looked at the sarcophagus in front of her.

What could it be? Dragon? Most likely, this is Dragon territory... but Aragon won't leave a dragon for himself, will he? Seems unlikely.

So, Phoenix? Behemoth Giant Beast? The Big Snake? But these things can't be put down in a sarcophagus this small.

"Are you sure I can open this sarcophagus? The old dragon said, I'll be dead as soon as I open it. ”

(I said I can handle it, so please let me out.

Let it out...

Dewey hesitated for a moment, but wanted to come to Aragon to leave behind the "beast”, shouldn't he be shaking himself? And besides the fact that this moment is already dead, there does not seem to be any other turning point.

In silent prayer, Dewey sighed in the heart: "Aragon, Aragon, let me trust you again for a moment!"

After that, Dewey rolled up his sleeve and walked up to the sarcophagus, holding the edge of the coffin with both hands, took a deep breath and pushed it hard to the side...

The crisp stone rubbing sound, Dewey didn't have the strength to fight, and he just threw up a few bits of blood, inevitably he was weak, exhausted, and he could only move this coffin cover a little and a half away, and look inside...

The faint light spilled into the coffin, revealing what was inside, the coffin was stacked with some messy debris, bottle jars, and some boxes that didn't know what the material was.

In addition to this, there is a “living creature" less than a metre long, struggling to sit up in an almost clumsy position, unfortunately the coffin cap is too small to move out of it, but it is too fat to squeeze out of it, two beans the same size eyes wink and look at Dewey, the pointy mouth makes a sound, and the breath seems elegant and polite:

“Excuse me, could you move this thing a little further? ”

Look at what this thing looks like. Dewey thinks she wants to go crazy!

He shook his fingers, endured a frenzied mood, pointing to this thing that was squeezed out of the coffin: "You! You! You were left behind by Aragon...”

Is this what Aragon left... the beast?

Divine Beast?

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This guy is about a meter tall, obese, pure black back, fat drums have a snow-white look on his belly, sharp beaks are red orange, and a light orange look around his neck...

This beast, perhaps the people of the world will be surprised by its appearance... but Dewey, is absolutely unfamiliar with it!

This damn “beast”, when it came out of the coffin cover completely, stood on the sarcophagus, shaking its wings gracefully, and then tried to raise its neck, as if it were a noble gentleman facing Dewey...

This... this is fucking amazing, actually...

It's a penguin!!

A penguin!!!

“Thank you, thank you for letting me out.” The penguin's attitude was graceful, lighting Dewey's head slowly and even sighing: “I've slept in there too long... but I can't get out. ”

Dewey stared into his eyes, staring dead at the “beast” in front of him, and a gaping phrase popped out of his mouth:

“You're a penguin. ”

The beast seemed happy and excited to hear it, and it looked at Dewey in surprise, waving his funny little wings hard: "Yes! Yes, thank God! You know my name! Everyone calls me ‘Ugly Bird' except Aragon! But don't those guys know? We penguins are the most elegant kind of birds! ”

All right, then.

Dewey's heart adds a definition to this beast:

A talking penguin.

But then what? It's not just a penguin!

Dewey thinks he's wrong.

Wrong! Wrong that I shouldn't believe that damn Aragon! I can't believe he left behind the beast against the Dragon clan chief, that powerful old dragon!

He doesn't know if he should cry or laugh now.

Can you count on a penguin (well, a talking penguin) to deal with a powerful, raging dragon with a millennial lifespan?

“You seem disappointed to see me?” The penguin's very graceful voice awakened Dewey, who was thinking wildly: “I can see the look on your face, and you can see that I seem disappointed. ”

“No, I'm not disappointed at all.” Dewey has a face on his face: “I am despair! Despair!”

“Why?”

“Why?” Dewey suddenly screamed, waving his arm and shouting, “Why! You asked me why? The bullshit prophecy says I'm Aragon's messenger! I'll get his legacy! Wake up the beast he left behind! Get a King's Sword! But now? That terrible, mighty dragon trapped me here! As soon as I open this damn sarcophagus, you'll kill me! And me, I could have lived a few more days, as long as I didn't open this thing! I have at least a few more days to figure it out, figure it out! But I listened to you! I'm open! I thought Aragon could at least leave me something useful! Even a mighty king's sword? Or a powerful magic item? Or at least the so-called beast I left behind was a powerful helper! But now? Jesus Christ, what did I get? ”

At the end of the day, Dewey's voice was almost moaning: “I'm about to face the Dragon King's greatest slaughter knife… but where are my helpers? Only one talking penguin!! What the fuck is this world! ”

“I understand.”

This elegant bird jumped off the sarcophagus, stood beside Dewey for two laps, lightly lit her head with a ridiculous little wing, made a thought letter, and then looked at Dewey and said, "Please calm down for a moment. Rage is not good for people's hearts. Before you get a heart attack, can you just listen to me for a second? ”

“Go ahead.” Dewey grins bitterly: “At least I haven't seen a talking penguin in my life. ”

“First of all, my original owner was Aragon, but he left me here, locked me up, and told me to get some sleep. And then he said that he would die when he left, and then he let me out of here, and that was my new owner.” The penguin looks at Dewey and spits out these words in his beak: “Although you don't look very stylish, you don't look like an elegant gentleman, but never mind... at least you let me out. You'll be my master in the future. ”

“Thank you...” Dewey whispered with weakness: "Then we can go to Aragon together in a few moments. ”

“It is rude to interrupt someone while they are talking. Has no one ever taught you what style is?” The penguin was somewhat dissatisfied, and then there was a human cough in its beak, and it cleared its throat, and then continued with a slightly slower voice: “I can assure you that what you said will not happen. That old dragon... I think I can handle it. ”

Dewey stopped talking and the fox looked at this guy suspiciously.

Perhaps… there is also a glimmer of hope?

Although it's just a penguin, it's at least what Aragon left behind… and can speak and live for thousands of years… What extraordinary skill might it have?

“Do you… have powerful magic?” Dewey asked carefully.

“No.” The penguin sighed: "I'm a bird. Although I'm an elegant, talkative bird, how powerful do you think a bird can be? I like art, music, everything elegant. Magic… I have never learned such boring and useless things. ”

Dewey continued patiently, “So, are you a strong martial artist? Like, what kind of star fighting? No, sacred fighting? Are you the Holy Knight? Shit! What would you do? Dragon 18? Jiuyang Divine Gong? Sunflower Treasure Book? Evil King Kills Black Dragon Bo? Turtle Shockwave?... you don't know anything!? ”

Without a word, the penguin shook its head proudly. In the end, Dewey caught fire, and the penguin slowly said in a lonely and shocking tone: “What you said, it was something the coarse man used, waving around with a sword, all sweaty, so instrumental! I am the most elegant animal, how can I learn that stuff?! ”

Dewey: “……"

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Just as each penguin looked silent, that horrible, fateful voice rang!

Dragon clan chief, the old dragon's laugh echoed in the mountain walls of the cave, filled with pride and killing: “Ha ha! Boy, you finally opened it! You finally opened it! You opened it! ”

The voice just fell, the shape of the Dragon clan chief has slowly emerged from the stone wall, its face with a happy smile, eyes flashed with excitement, the cold smile of the mouth with a thick killing machine!

Later, the dragon clan chief saw the penguin, even though it was a powerful old dragon, and couldn't help but stay: “What is this...”

Then it stunned and laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Aragon! The so-called treasure he left behind, is that such an ugly bird? ”

The penguin seemed somewhat dissatisfied, protesting with a faint voice: "Allow me to correct your statement, Dear Dragon Patriarch, I am not an ‘ugly bird'! I'm a penguin! The most elegant animal in the world! ”

Without patience, the Dragon Clan chief couldn't think of anything like this. He had lifted his hand and smiled, “Okay! Boy, if that's the case, then the contract is done! I've finally lost my shackles! Now it's time for us to settle our bills! Aragon tricked me for a thousand years! Now, pay with your life! Oh, although your buddies out there have run away... well, what did you do to notify them? I can't underestimate you, either! But it's okay, I'll kill you here first! Then I'll chase them out and kill them! Don't worry, it won't take long! But I would consider leaving the sorcerer with a life, after all he is also a hated human being, but at least half my friend. ”

Dewey already sighed.

So far, the biggest leverage you have to blackmail each other has disappeared. Faced with a strong, almost comparable strength to Aragon's Dragon clan chief, Dewey doesn't think he has much chance.

The Dragon clan chief has lifted his hand, and the nails on each of his fingers are instantly long, sharp and sharp!

“I will throw your head into the abyss! Then dig out your heart and hang it on your body as an ornament!” Sharp, sharp, knife-like nails had fallen on Dewey's neck, and Dewey sighed, closing her eyes and waiting to die.

“Wait!” the penguin suddenly screamed, “Sir Patriarch, may I say a few words? ”

The dragon elder's eyes flashed. He looked closely at this "ugly bird” and thought that it was after all what Aragon had left behind. Perhaps there was something else of value...

“First…” the penguin sighed: “From an aesthetic point of view, I regret the taste of your heart as an ornament…” Speaking of which, Dewey felt a few more points of killing on the Dragon elders.

“Then…” the penguin smiled a strange smile: “Before my last master let me sleep, he told me that when I woke up, the dragon chief would most likely kill my new master… If this happened, he left a solution. ”

“Solution?” Dragon clan chief laughs: “Can Aragon still climb out of the grave and fight me? ”

“Of course not.” The penguin smiles, and then, with a calm voice, it throws a condition that makes the dragon chief thump!

At this moment, the steady hands of the Dragon Patriarch are trembling!

“Do you want to be a dragon? So… I think we can negotiate.” The penguin said without hesitation.

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