You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

Victor's magic traveled along the whip to Lot's left leg, where countless fine needles pierced his leg, causing him to buckle.

The surrounding Valgard soldiers and other calamities swarmed forward, launching a fierce attack on Lot's back.

Feeling insecure with his rear end facing outwards, Lot kept sweeping his dragon tail at the humans on the ground. However, there were too many humans, and they quickly used ropes to lasso Lot's dragon tail. Hundreds of people pulled hard backwards, restricting Lot's movements.

Elf and human mages stood at the rear, and magical missiles rained down like a storm, dyeing the azure sky with a riot of colors.

Lotte spread his wings, blocking all the magical missiles.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Lotte, and no one was paying attention to the battle between Fafnya and the Calamity Mage not far away.

Under the relentless bombardment of hundreds of people, Lotte's wings were blown to pieces, but it was not a serious injury, as he had a strong ability to regenerate.

The only problem is that he is currently positioned between Fafnya and nearly a thousand members of the anti-government coalition. He can only try to stay in place and protect Fafnya behind him.

"Dragon! Surrender now, we won't kill you!"

Lotte turned and unleashed a fiery breath at the crowd behind her, but the allied forces were prepared. Standing at the forefront were all Master-level [Holy Shieldbearers] wielding giant shields. As third-tier professions, they were all above level 40, and with their blessed giant shields, they were more than capable of withstanding Lotte's magical attacks.

The Allied forces' attack was very orderly. Anyone who was wounded would immediately retreat to the rear for treatment, and any gaps in their ranks would be filled immediately.

Although the dragon is very strong, it is very difficult to fight against a large number of people.

During the battle, several teams put special ropes on Lotte's arms and hind legs, restricting his movement.

These ropes seem to be blessed by magic, possessing dragon resistance.

On the other side, Fafnya was still fighting the Calamity Mage.

She could hear the cacophony of shouts and the sounds of magical explosions without even turning around.

Her heart pounded, and her expression grew colder and colder.

“Excuse me,” Fafnya said coldly to Seth, “Could you please stop resisting? Your struggles are pointless.”

"Hmph, go ahead and kill me if you dare. The Allied forces are just outside, why should I give up resisting?"

"The longer you live, the more my Lot will be hurt." Fafnya fiddled with her hair with her blood-stained hands, her fingertips accidentally brushing against her face, leaving a few bloody streaks. "Why don't you just die already?"

"do not want!"

Thurs retreated behind a boulder and cast a fifth-circle shield spell in an attempt to buy time while waiting for rescue.

Looking at the thick, light blue shield, Seres felt a sense of security.

"Dragon, you'd better surrender now. You're not even capable of killing me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fafnya slammed her fist into the shield, which was originally sturdy and began to sway precariously. Serth felt as if the ground was trembling.

Fafnya struck again with force, piercing through the shield with her right hand.

Seeing this, Seres quickly increased the transmission of magic, causing the shield to continuously repair itself, in an attempt to cut off Fafnya's outstretched hand.

Blood seeped from Fafnya's right arm, dripping onto the ground.

But she seemed oblivious to the pain; not just her arms, she threw herself onto the shield, squeezing herself forcefully inside.

Her wounds multiplied, and even the highly resilient dragon scales couldn't stop the shield's cutting damage.

Serth's body was pressed tightly against the rock wall, his face pale.

Before him stood a painless, blood-soaked, and incredibly strong monster.

"This is impossible..."

Fafnya grabbed Serth by the neck.

Fafnya, her face covered in blood, smiled, her eyelashes curving beautifully:

"Got you?"

A moment later.

After Fafnya used [Hunting] to capture Seth, she felt that she had finally collected enough power to increase her strength.

Lotte noticed this too, and having been constantly on the defensive, he needed to find a way to escape.

He cannot die yet.

I haven't even touched Fafnya's tail yet!

Now, Fafnya has accumulated a great deal of knowledge from natural disasters, enough to allow Lot to level up significantly.

If Fafnya also dies, all the knowledge and strength she has accumulated will be wiped out, and Lotte's efforts will have been in vain.

However, Lott was currently bound by special ropes, and he was unsure whether the Burst spell could break the ropes.

And if Lotte uses the Explosion spell on himself, his body will also be torn to pieces.

Seeing Faphnia rushing towards him, Lott knew that he didn't have much time left.

He struggled and tried to fly, but the ropes binding him were tightly wrapped around his body, making it impossible for him to move.

Neither biting nor breathing fire could break free.

Then there's only one way left.

Lott took a deep breath.

Hopefully, this won't frighten Fafnya.

Pale blue lines appeared from under Lotte's feet, then suddenly expanded.

A beam of light shot into the sky and engulfed Lot's body. The explosion then spread rapidly outwards from Lot's position.

A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the shockwave sheared off the surrounding trees and even the mountain peaks.

A large number of people fell to the ground around them; no one could stand up in the explosion.

Only Fafnya.

Fafnya covered her face with her hands, and the pale yellow ribbon that held her hair in place was blown into the air, causing her hair to fall loose.

Lotte's body was torn apart in the violent explosion.

Fafnya stared in disbelief at Lotte's body, unwilling to believe what was happening before her eyes.

Lott will definitely not die!

You are not allowed to die until I tell you to!

Fafnya charged relentlessly toward Lot, braving the shockwaves and heat, her dragon scales constantly repairing her wounds.

She rushed to Lotte's side, leaped high, and caught Lotte's dragon head.

Then, amidst the chaos, she disappeared from people's sight.

She kept running, not daring to look down to see if Lotte was still alive.

She crossed streams, mountains, and forests, finally returning to her cave nest.

Ignoring the fact that she was still dressed, she jumped into the pool with Lotte's dragon head in her arms.

The pool is constantly soaked in magic crystals, which may help Lotte maintain his life and activate his [Self-Regeneration] ability.

Fafnya held Lott tightly in her arms, pressed her forehead against his, and her hands were trembling.

Lotte blinked, feeling both somewhat comfortable and somewhat uncomfortable.

The pressure on Fafnya's chest made it hard for him to breathe.

Moreover, he felt that the current scene was too strange.

Chapter 118 Even Small Things Are Cute

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Chapter 119 I was here first

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Chapter 120 The Ferocious Beast Fafnya

Magic is a wonderful thing.

By manipulating magic through spell structures, one can create anything one desires.

This even includes the transference of consciousness.

The magic in Irene's hands is the result of her latest research, but at present she can only control the other party's will, not transfer consciousness.

Therefore, she needs a large number of powerful individuals to conduct experiments in order to improve her magic.

Lotte was one of them.

Irene reached out and aimed at the dragon's face, a grin spreading across her face as she cast a spell.

A thick layer of blue light enveloped Lotte, like a placenta.

“Oh right, I forgot to ask you what your name is.” Irene thought for a moment. “Never mind, it’s not important. I’ll give you a new name. How about… uh… Noah.”

Lott was unable to refute this at the moment; he felt his will gradually slipping away from his body.

His talent [Magic Stagnation] was activated wildly at this moment, delaying all the magic power invading Lotte's body for about 2 seconds, which even Elenes did not expect.

The giant magic circle, which was still spinning wildly, suddenly stopped, and then everyone heard a crisp sound of wood being broken from the magic circle.

"Snapped!"

The magic circle shattered with a loud crash, turning into thick blue mist that drifted through the forest.

This magic that strips away willpower is so precise that it will fail if there is even the slightest problem.

Aileness stood there, stunned. Pointing at the thick fog in the sky, she said, "Noah, you... you actually have the talent of [Magic Stagnation]?"

She suddenly laughed and patted Lott's nose. "You're so strong, much stronger than I imagined. You're amazing, so amazing... You're mine, you have to be mine."

Alynees laughed somewhat maniacally as she cast her tenth-circle spell again. This time, she adjusted the method of magical intrusion, slowly activating the spell to ensure that the entire spell was not affected by [Magic Stagnation].

"Noah, come with me. I can give you more than you would with a female dragon. You can have any female dragon you want, or you can change things up and find a siren. Sirens are the most beautiful race I've ever seen, and I can give you that too."

"I can guarantee you will become very strong, much stronger than you are now. Accept my bloodline, accept my will."

"I am a primordial elf, a being revered by all things in the world..."

Just then, a discordant voice suddenly reached Irene's ears:

"You're a bastard."

Alysse paused for a moment, then turned her head to look to her right.

Fafnya, her face covered in blood, stood outside the crowd, holding a human corpse in her hand.

Fafnya tossed the soldier in her hand to the ground, her gaze sweeping over the crowd to Irene, who was casting a spell. "What kind of primordial spirit are you? You're nothing but the offspring of some rutting elf and a rutting stray cat."

"What did you say?"

The surrounding elves were quite shocked upon hearing Fafnya's words. They raised their spears and bows, aimed them at Fafnya, and prepared to charge.

But Irene stopped her.

While casting her spell, Irene took a moment to speak to Fafnya, saying, "You're the mother dragon that Noah has been longing for, aren't you? Are you angry?"

"He is Lotte, not Noah."

"Hmm, call him whatever you want. In five minutes, he'll say his name is Noah himself."

Fafnya smiled and wiped the blood from her face with her wrist. "You know what? I was still thinking about whether or not to kill you. Killing a primordial elf was a bit too hasty for me. But now, I'm determined to kill you."

"Hahahaha." Eleanor chuckled. "No offense intended, but you're a sick dragon who can't become one. How will you kill me?"

Fafnya faced a dense crowd of people. She had to kill hundreds of allied soldiers first, then several calamities, before she could finally confront Alynis.

Fafnya picked up a light brown hairband and tied her hair up.

She walked forward step by step, while the guards in front of her retreated step by step.

"Isn't it simple? Kill everyone who gets in my way, and then I'll kill you last."

Pink dragon scales kept growing on Fafnya's fair skin, covering her entire body.

Her dragon tail and horns were also growing larger and longer at this moment, and she was gradually liberating her body.