Chapter 1112: 1094 Holy and pure light

Chapter 1112 1094. Holy and pure light

He is being ‘preyed’.

After realizing this, nothing can describe the feeling in Smaug's heart at this time.

It is an evil dragon.

In this era, due to the laws of the creator **** Ilúvatar, the extraordinary power gradually retreated to Valinor, the holy land of immortality in the west.

It is the most unscrupulous and powerful one.

Even if you forcefully capture a country and eat and burn all the dwarves inside, no one would dare to care.

Even if they were guarding the mountains of treasures, no one would dare to rob them.

The dwarves dared to reassemble a small group and return to the Lonely Mountain, which was enough to surprise Smaug.

It thought it had killed the dwarves to the point of being scared and discouraged.

But this is not incomprehensible, after all, hatred has been one of the sources of powerful action since ancient times.

And the hatred for destroying the Gushan Kingdom is the most irreplaceable and irreplaceable hatred for the dwarves.

Smaug was a little unsure about the arrival of Thorin Oakenshield at first, but then he figured it out and understood.

But what about now?

I’m being ‘eaten’! !

“Get away! Get away!”

Smaug shouted inarticulately with his severed jawbone.

This truly evil dragon, which once slaughtered a dwarf kingdom and a human city, now revealed unspeakable panic in its tone!

It never knew that being ‘eaten’ could be such a terrifying and painful thing!

And not only the body of the evil dragon is being devoured by Valyrian steel mixed with Nergigante material, but also on a sword that is too big for Smaug.

Smaug could feel something was wrong with every drop of blood.

That sword is not just 'eating' its flesh!

There is something more important and essential, which suddenly disappears after every drop of its blood drips onto the surface of the sword.

It’s like the liquid dropped onto some kind of hot flame and was evaporated!

Blood can be regenerated, but the lack of something that Smaug doesn't quite understand makes the dragon feel frightened and even confused.

And Lan En feels great.

【Tendin Coil】has become a part of his body.

After being nourished by the flesh and blood of the evil dragon, he now felt a tight and refreshing feeling on his body.

The steel cables under the skin of the whole body and superficial muscles become stronger during this process. And it has a slight luster of the black thorns on the Nergigante that are extremely hard and have some crystal characteristics.

The stronger texture of [Tendin Coil] pulls, squeezes, and rubs against the muscles, transmitting vibrations in Lan En's body. When it reaches the cochlea, it becomes a 'crunching' sound like cooked leather rubbing against each other.

It felt to him like he was wearing exercise straps.

The proper sense of restraint does not bring discomfort, but rather a sense of pleasure that the whole body is filled with blood and full of strength under the restraint!

However, the repair ability of [Belisarius Furnace] is not limited. After [Tendon Coil] temporarily acted as a 'feeding organ' and fed back direct and abundant nutrients to the body, Lan En's wound on his hand recovered faster.

Within half a minute, the skin of the entire palm and fingers grew back again, just like before.

Of course, the efficiency of Lan En's "eating" cannot be compared with the efficiency of such a large piece of [Turbid Current·Destruction].

And in terms of psychological pressure, it is not on the same level.

Smaug's frightened roars shook the entire Lake Town. Even the elves in the distance covered their ears in pain and showed expressions of disbelief.

They did not understand what Smaug was talking about.

The evil dragon said that he was being ‘eaten’?

But it’s not important that Reason doesn’t understand, what’s important is Smaug’s current actions.

Originally aggressive, like a dragon to destroy all, now I can't help flowing in the mouth of saliva secreted by tension and fatigue, as well as minced meat and blood from the wound.

Its huge and strong body seemed to have completely lost its sense of proportion in panic.

He panicked and shook the injured half of his wing claws desperately, ignoring the heartbreaking pain of the wound.

Even if the body loses its center of gravity and stability due to these violent and unorganized actions, it doesn't matter.

He looked like a frightened deserter who could only think of running away from the battlefield.

“Get away!!”

Smaug was still roaring.

Lan En himself also felt that there was something deeper contained in this long knife.

Now, a ray of starlight hung down from the sky and connected with Lan En's long knife.

In this black night with cruel firelight, there is an erratic, slender, but unbreakable band of light.

A beautiful poem naturally appeared in Lan En's mind, and he recited it softly.

“Hail to Eärendil,

The brightest among the stars.

From the land of Zhongzhou,

rising into the sky. "

Lan En looked at the long knife in his hand that shone with gentle and pure light, his expression a little confused.

But his ignorance does not affect the effectiveness of this light.

"ah!!"

Unprecedented screams came from Smaug's mouth. Even the screams made by Lann when he tore off half of its wings just now were not half as good as now!

Its original movements of rolling and beating its chest were stopped due to pain, and the entire huge dragon body froze! Fall down and remain in a supine position.

This is just because the soft shimmer on the Lake Lady's Sword is slightly closer to Smaug's body.

This dim light seems to be far stronger than all weapons, and evil objects will be mercilessly burned whenever they come close.

The dragon scales on Smaug's chest, which could only be knocked off by a direct black arrow, were as fragile as crumbled shortbread cookies in this gentle light.

“That’s the light of the great star of hope?!”

The elves in the distance were also stunned. They stared blankly at the thin band of light floating down from the sky, connecting the long knife in Lan En's hand.

Elves are creatures that love light, but they like different lights. The elves in the Woodland Kingdom love starlight more and are more familiar with starlight.

Eärendil, the great star of hope in the sky.

He was originally a half-elf mixed with humans and elves. In the First Era, he bravely withstood the sufferings given by fate and overcame them.

In the end, he wore the most precious treasure in the world - one of the three Silmarils - on his forehead, and defeated Ankaragon, the first winged dragon created by Morgoth and the strongest and largest dragon.

His achievements were praised by the Valar and given missions. Finally, he ascended to the sky with his white ship to swim and patrol, and became a star with the Silmarillion, that is, Eärendil.

And in this world, the very few who still have the light of Eärendil are in a water bottle in the hands of Lady Galadriel.

This light is so precious that Elrond dare not speculate or convey it without being sure.

Any evil thing will be burned painfully by the light of this Silmarillion, no matter who it is, not even Morgoth can be spared!

“No! That’s not fair!”

Smaug seemed to suddenly understand his fate. His long neck struggled upwards, roaring towards the sky where there was only the moon and stars.

“That’s not fair!!”

“Then what is fairness?”

Lan En didn’t look at the long sword in his hand. He just raised the big sword in one hand and struck Smaug’s chest with another ‘bang’.

Smashed its dragon flame back.

After being roasted by the light of Eärendil, the broad blade of the sword sank half a meter into the dragon's flesh when the sword was struck!

And this holy and pure light continued to burn Smaug's chest.

“Did those who were eaten and burned by you and the dwarves say it was unfair?”

“I have seen wild beasts that are so cruel that you can only respect them, and I have also seen evil men who will never repent even if they die. They may not be as strong as you, Smaug. But there is no doubt that you are much more disgusting than them!”

“You have no will and no persistence. As soon as the possibility of injury arises, you run away and then find someone weaker to take revenge.”

The witcher's voice was so smooth that there was no surprise or waves.

Because he was about to kill Smaug, and now it was just faster and more convenient to reveal and see through the secret of this sword.

"In my eyes, you are just a gangster with the power of a dragon. You are a mud-like thing, and you are not even a gangster leader! Because gangster leaders know that persistence will lead to advancement!"

"And those dwarves and human heroes who were slaughtered by you just because of the difference in power! This **** difference in power! Did they say it was unfair?"

With a 'puff' sound, the sword of the Lake Lady, which was emitting gleaming light, was held upside down by Lan En and stabbed easily into the scales of the evil dragon's chest.

 Before Smaug could scream in agony, the huge, broad, and wild sword blade of [turbid current and destruction] was inserted into the same position as the Sword of the Lady of the Lake.

The sword, which was more than three meters long, was stabbed by Lan En until only the handle was left outside.

“You’re about to die, can’t you die in a nice way, bug?”

With great regret, Lan En returned the words he had just scolded him, and then Lan En raised his hand and wiped the dragon's blood from his face.

As the witcher looked up at the stars, the eyes that were shining with the dragon's fire in his chest turned into cold gray.