Chapter 1243: 1215 The ancient dragon’s blood is uncom

Chapter 1243 1215. The blood of the ancient dragon is uncomfortable

“Dark blood.”

The director of the Ecological Research Institute helped pass things down below and passed things to the back.

Looking at the large jar of oil-like blood in his hand, he sighed in a low voice.

“The dragon-attributed energy in this blood is not yet [ancient dragon blood purification], but it is beyond the normal [ancient dragon’s blood]. Unfortunately, it is not an ancient dragon after all, even if it is already so powerful.”

As Lan En performed the dissection, the body parts of the Tyrannosaurus Rex were gradually separated.

Except for the stomach pouch, an organ where magic power gathers, Lan En took direct action on other parts, and the pendant around his neck did not move.

After confirming this, the scholars and researchers who were watching suddenly cheered and began to rush forward to join in the process of processing and studying the corpse.

Large piles of biological tissue were cut out under Lan En's scalpel, and then passed to the back, while new containers were brought forward.

“That’s an ancient dragon after all. You can’t achieve this level just by having strong combat power.”

Seeing that there was no accident, the swordsman master started to help out of curiosity. At this time, he lowered his head and took the glass jar. He looked at the blood that looked like oil, but there were flashes of blood-red lightning from time to time. Then continue to pass on.

This is the blood that Lan En collected from near the throat of [Mist Nest Lord]. It should be that with the breath of the Tyrannosaurus Rex at that time, the dragon attribute energy gathered near the throat.

It forms [pitch-black blood] that does not fade away and turns red even after death.

Just now, when Lan En cut near the throat, he almost didn't have time to dodge, exposing his skin to the blood rich in dragon energy.

 As the top of the natural biological chain, ancient dragons are not numerous in number, but the differences between the groups are strange. We even use the ‘kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus and species’ that define living things to make a summary.

The distance between two creatures that are both ancient dragons may even be greater than the difference between a swaying eel and the other.

But they still have certain things in common, which is why humans group all kinds of strange creatures into one category, collectively called "ancient dragons".

【Blood of the Ancient Dragon】.

Although there are great differences in the types of living things, their bodies have blood that is only slightly different.

As a small ancient dragon, Qilin has a skeleton like a horse. It can be recognized as an ancient dragon because it also has the [blood of the ancient dragon] in its body.

And if an ancient dragon has a long life, has experienced hundreds of battles, or has chosen a unique and suitable habitat, then of course this ancient dragon will be significantly stronger than its own kind.

Furthermore, the performance and characteristics of the blood flowing in the body of this ancient dragon surpass that of its original species, and it is called [Pure Blood of Ancient Dragon] by scholars.

The blood in [Mist Nest Lord]'s body is very rich in dragon-attribute energy, but this is just a relatively conventional indicator of the ancient dragon's blood.

This blood may be useful in other ways, but it is not the blood of an ancient dragon after all.

Subsequently, Lann decomposed many organs in the body of the Tyrannosaurus.

Including the heart, the heart that can carry such a huge body with explosive muscle content is certainly very strong, but the ecological habit of the Dino Tyrannosaurus almost running towards self-destruction is doomed, and its heart is also completely unhealthy.

The short life of the Tyrannosaurus was all-round.

Its heart is like taking too much bodybuilding hormones, and the pathological characteristics of hypertrophy are obvious.

The empty intestines showed that, as Lan En had guessed, it had not had a ‘normal’ meal for a long time.

During the Magical Middle Ages, it was entirely the cursed mist monsters that satiated its appetite.

After seeing Lan En coming, he didn't say hello, but paced listlessly toward the house.

Lan walked into the room and looked at Tishaya with a frown and a little worry.

“You didn’t.”

When I opened my mouth to ask, I didn’t even get a chance to finish my words.

The sorceress with her back to Lan En seemed to twitch, and then she let out a whimper in her throat, like retching.

Hooking up his swaying body, he stretched out his hand to hold on to the table next to him to stabilize himself.

“Wow.”

 Lan En was stunned by Tishaya's fierce performance. He didn't expect that the low state of magic power would have such a great impact on Tishaaya.

In fact, not only did he not think of it, but Tissaya herself didn’t think of it either.

This feeling has almost disappeared from her life since she was no longer the little girl who first came into contact with magic a long time ago.

After all, who can take the magic of Chaos away from Tisaya de Verres?

But now the answer is clear—‘the world’ can.

“You’re in a really bad situation right now.”

Lan En shook his head and took a step forward, helping the sorceress to sit on a chair.

She was probably holding her forehead, feeling uncomfortable on the chair while closing her eyes to concentrate. Then she heard a knock on the door and then stood up with difficulty to open the door.

“There is no Chaos Magic environment for you to fill yourself with here, Tisaya.”

The young witcher frowned.

“I didn’t think too much, and your situation seems to be bad. What can I do to help you?”

The sorceress held her forehead with one hand, and her head was shaking from side to side in a dizzy and uncomfortable manner.

I don’t know if it’s rejection, or simply wanting to fight the discomfort in my body with the dizziness of my head.

The originally meticulous, symmetrical hairstyle now quietly scattered a few strands of hair, falling messily on her cheeks or her slender white neck.

She pursed her lips and said nothing, as if she was about to spit out her words.

The sorceress's extraordinary qualities are basically based on magic, and once the environment that can supply chaotic magic power is lost, the discomfort will be much greater than that of a witcher with a few more seals.

"Think of a way, Tisaya!" Lan En frowned, but still held her shoulders to encourage her, "Berengar and I don't understand the warlock thing."

“If you keep doing this, this is not a physical strength that can be restored after a short rest. There is no chaos magic power here that can be absorbed by you!”

There is chaos magic power in the corpse of [Mist Nest Lord].

But that is chaotic magic that has been twisted into a curse. Warlocks who dare to absorb that thing had better pray that they die directly in the process.

That is relatively simple and not torturous.

Lann's encouragement seems to be quite effective, at least Tisaya is no longer distracted by the discomfort.

Her hands supported her drooping forehead, but her eyes were squinting, glancing at the witcher beside her through the scattered hair.