"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 figures, smells, breaths, and energy fluctuations, and slowly descended from the gate of the red palace.
Before it even reached the level of the wall, a huge roar of beasts was already coming towards him. In an instant, Gretel subconsciously leaned back, and the protective spell around him exploded in a circle of air waves, pushing out in all directions——
On the ground, sand and gravel rolled. Outside the clearing, there was a continuous sound of clicking, clicking, a row of big trees breaking, several rows of shrubs falling down, and long grass falling to the ground...
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
Amidst the exclamations and the cluttered 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, Gretel had already pulled Cerira along an illusory trajectory and pounced in.
In 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 got down when they got two-thirds closer..."
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 were exhausted. The leader of the knights reached 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.
Similar to:
"It seems like we can't get in. Let's go and explore ours. Don't worry about him!"
"By the way, speed up." Cerira turned back as she walked inside:
"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 entrance of the palace, pressed against the wall, and continued to walk in. The tall and wide main hall was fifty or sixty meters high. The legendary silver dragon showed its original form here, and everyone could stand upright comfortably.
, another Hot Wheels in situ.
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 the sky and the earth from the top of the throne to the bottom of the white jade platform, splitting the throne in half, Cerela would really want to roll on it:
But forget it now, after thousands of years, the knife marks are still roaring, fighting against each other with the throne. The throne keeps squeezing inward and flashing, and the knife marks keep emitting light, preventing the throne from closing again.
Cerela pulled Grete back and tentatively moved forward. The distance was thirty meters, the distance was twenty meters... There were still fifteen meters away from the throne. She already felt obvious resistance. She leaned forward, with the soles of her feet deep.
step deeply into the ground;
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;
When she reached 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 a flash, and rushed to the corner of the hall, leaning against the wall with his back and gasping for air. Serira, you are going to transform into a dragon, at least say hello first!
I was almost trampled to death by you just now!!!
He cast seven or eight observation spells, stretched his neck at the same time, and stared at Cerela's every move. After turning into a silver dragon, Cerela's forward thrust was indeed much stronger, and she had already rushed five meters to the throne.
within--
However, once she reached this distance, she couldn't even move forward.
The silver dragon's sharp claws dug deeply into the ground, and its front legs, hind legs, and even its thick and powerful tail were firmly pressed against the ground. Its muscles bulged one by one, and even its scales kept 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 growled lowly 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 buff 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 pushed forward again, taking a step forward. This time, the throne, the knife mark, and the light surged at the same time, lifting her up directly, with her claws connected to a large area of the floor, pointing outwards like a rubber ball.
Get out:
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—"
"boom!!!"
Grete 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 intertwined 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!"
Gretel jumped up, lay down on the ground, dodged left and right, rolled and crawled, and rushed to Cerira. At this moment, Cerira 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. Even if he is not a true god, he is at least a demigod. We are only at the beginning of the legendary level. When will we be strong enough to uproot this palace?
He got up and moved for a while, 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 grab the spring water in the pool. She bent down and raised her hand, and her palm was a ball of light, as if it were empty and if it were 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!"