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Chapter 302 The False Prince, the Real Dragon

Roger stood on the border of the Thorn Kingdom, having just transformed into the Holy Dragon, burning the Thorn Jungle that had once single-handedly killed him beyond recognition.

Roger looked around at the surroundings and nodded in satisfaction:

"That's right, the fire was set off fiercely, violently, and with great momentum."

However, just as Roger was about to strike a cool pose and make a victory sign at the remaining thorns...

Suddenly, Roger's expression changed.

not good!

He suddenly slapped his forehead: "I still have to be Sleeping Beauty's Prince Charming."

"Now that it's been burned like this, forget about waking up the princess; we'll probably only be able to find a sleeping beauty to roast."

Thinking of this, Roger's heart tightened, and he quickly activated the new skill he had obtained from the Gray Fog Hall.

The power of the water demon Basha!
He waved his hands and said, "Give me some water!"

The next moment, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder roared.

A massive waterspout appeared out of nowhere, carrying towering waves, and crashed into the still-burning thorny thicket.

"Crash-"

The flames were extinguished instantly.

The entire kingdom was transformed into a vast ocean by this sudden flood.

Roger breathed a sigh of relief and wiped non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead:

"Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have become the first prince in history to roast Sleeping Beauty."

"but……"

He looked down at his feet and realized he was standing on the surface of the sea, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"Speaking of which, did I use a little too much force?"

"Didn't I come here to put out a fire? How did the entire kingdom get flooded?"

As he spoke, Roger opened his mouth wide and sucked all the surrounding seawater into his stomach in one gulp.

Then, Roger let out a loud burp and looked around at his surroundings.

"That's pretty much it."

Roger then reverted to his original form, straightened his clothes, and headed towards the palace.

Then he noticed that the surviving thorns were actually trembling.

That's right, it's shaking!
The once arrogant and domineering thorn bushes, which would prick anyone in their path, actually shrank back when Roger approached.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Was I a little too harsh just now?

He tentatively took a step forward.

The thorns immediately retreated three meters in unison, fearing they would be hit by another burst of dragon flame.

Roger watched this scene, and a thought struck him:
"Are these thorns sentient?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

However, Roger quickly came to terms with it.

"It's a fairy tale world."

Anything is possible.

"It's not really strange that a group of conscious thorns is like this."

Just as Roger was about to enter the palace and give the sleeping princess a kiss, he was about to...

Suddenly, a sharp sound came from afar:
"What have you done to my masterpiece!"

Roger was taken aback and looked up.

A dark figure suddenly appeared out of thin air atop the distant palace.

Then, the dark figure transformed into a tall witch, wearing a dark purple robe with bat wing trim, who was staring intently at Roger.

Her eyes were filled with anger.

"Little wizard, you've crossed the line."

The witch spoke coldly.

Roger roared, "Who are you calling a little wizard?"

"I am clearly a prince!"

The witch laughed.

lol.

"prince?"

“I, Maleficent, have never seen a prince like you before.” “Little wizard, you really think you’re a prince.”

Roger retorted angrily, "How am I not a prince?"

Maleficent sneered: "A prince should be handsome, tall and dashing, riding a white horse and holding a sword."

Which aspect of you fits the description?

Upon hearing this, Roger frowned, and an idea came to him.

He casually broke off a piece of thorn, and with a flick of his wrist, transformed it into a gleaming golden sword.

Then, Roger pointed to the ground in front of him.

Dust and sand suspended in the air coalesced into the shape of a galloping horse.

Immediately afterwards, Shama transformed into a tall and mighty white horse.

He mounted his horse, sword in hand, pointing at Maleficent, his eyes resolute.

"I am the prince."

Maleficent was stunned by what she saw, and then burst into an even more exaggerated laugh.

"Just a fake prince."

"Moreover, even a true prince cannot defeat a dragon."

Before she finished speaking, her body continued to grow taller, twisting and expanding until she finally transformed into a black and purple dragon!
Those wings blotted out the sky, the dragon scales shimmered with a black luster, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared intently at Roger.

Maleficent opened her gaping maw, revealing sharp teeth, and let out a low growl that seemed to make the entire kingdom tremble.

Roger looked up at the enormous creature, a slight smile playing on his lips, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Okay."

"Since you're going to play big, then don't blame me."

Holding the sword formed from thorns, he leaped onto the white horse, his eyes resolute.
"Today, I, Prince Roger, will slay the dragon!"

The next moment, he spurred his horse, and the white horse neighed and charged towards the evil dragon like a white lightning bolt.

Maleficent circled in the air once, then swooped down, her gaping maw suddenly opening wide to spew out a mouthful of green flames.

The flames carried a heavy, decaying stench, as if they could burn everything to ashes.

Roger, a skilled rider, suddenly pulled on the reins, and the white horse made a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding the sea of ​​fire.

He seized the opportunity, spurred his horse and charged straight at the dragon's side, brandishing his sword and slashing fiercely at the dragon's scales.

"Qiang!"

A metallic clang rang out, and a piece of hard dragon scale was sliced ​​off, splattering green blood everywhere.

"Yo ho!"

Roger smiled smugly: "If you can't even be invulnerable to swords and spears, do you even deserve to become a dragon?"

However, before he could rejoice for long, Maleficent flicked her tail, sending Roger and his horse flying.

When the white horse landed, it was already limping. Roger did a somersault to steady himself, only to find that the sword in his hand had snapped in two with a crack.

"My holy sword!"

Roger looked at the thorn that had broken in two in his hand, his face contorted with pain.

Just then, Maleficent let out a wild laugh: "Little wizard, watch closely!"

Her wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing without a trace, as if she had never been injured at all.

Roger frowned.

At that moment, Maleficent, disregarding all martial ethics, suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed Roger's white horse whole.
"Isn't it?"

Roger exclaimed, "You even eat sand!"

"Auntie, you really aren't picky about food."

At the same time, a clump of sand was spat out of the dragon's mouth.

"Pooh!"

Maleficent said disdainfully, "This horse has turned into sand."

Then, Maleficent looked at Roger and sneered, "Little wizard, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Roger laughed.

He stood there, hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

"Ok."

Roger shrugged: "Actually, I'm not an ordinary prince."

(End of this chapter)