The sailor who was smashed on the Chinook was stunned by the force of the impact, but fortunately his talent kept him from being knocked into a puddle of flesh.

After knocking Chinook's belly out of a large crater, the sailor fell like a stone from a height of 100 meters in free fall, and finally plunged into the sea to set off a small wave, which disappeared from sight in an instant.

Long Yun watched as the Chinook helicopter staggered and struggled in the air, one of the propellers completely lost power, leaving only one front engine to drive one propeller to spin in vain, unable to maintain power at all.

Two or three seconds later, the Chinook was like a sports car that skidded in an instant on the road, and the huge fuselage began to spin in place, and finally tilted up, smashing headlong into the sea, causing a huge splash.

"Damn it!" Long Yun has a very good impression of the blonde big man, this guy has saved his life three or four times, not to mention, just talking about his temper is against his appetite.

Plop –

He jumped into the sea and swam desperately towards the crash site a hundred meters away.

On the huge ice floe, the barrier of frost has been opened, and the sea water is swept into the barrier, quickly covering Favenir's body, instantly condensing into ice, and the rapidly decreasing temperature makes the muscles on the dragon's body lose their vitality, and the blood in the blood vessels flows back to the heart one after another, maintaining the temperature of the organs around the heart so as not to be frozen.

Cold-blooded animals are the least tolerant of low temperatures, and this dragon is forced into hibernation by the external environment for a short time, and if it does not gain more activity as soon as possible, its metabolism will stop, and it will fake its death at that time.

Gege constantly pushed the energy of his talent to the highest, trying to keep the temperature to a minimum.

-50 degrees Celsius......

minus 60 degrees Celsius......

-70 degrees Celsius......

Fafnir felt that the blood in his limbs was gradually cooling, finally turning into solid icicles, and gradually spreading towards the last bastion of his body, the heart.

The huge energy consumption made Gege's physical strength difficult to support, and she had not recovered from the loss just now, and after frantically expanding the power of the "frost", she finally couldn't bear it, and purple reticulated blood vessels appeared on her face again.

"Gege!" Neo saw that something was wrong, "Stop! You're going to die! ”

Almost at the same time, others had rushed in front of Favinir, and the gray enchantment of weakness enveloped the dragon in the middle, weakening its power.

At this moment, the dragon is like an ice sculpture, and the thick ice covers the entire body.

Neo leaped up, and the Glamor slid into a shining arc in the dark air, slashing through the dragon's neck!

Boom –

At the moment when the blade of the sword was about to fall, the ice sculpture exploded violently, and the red fire exploded from under the thick ice, like an incendiary bomb that suddenly exploded.

Gege, who was more than ten meters away, was affected by the shock wave, and the person was shocked and fell on the ice, sliding five or six meters away.

Neo, who jumped in the air, was swept by the flames, and the nano combat suit on his body snorted, like a fish thrown into a pan of oil, and the whole person flew out upside down like a fireball and fell heavily on the ice.

The scorching heat pierced through the protective armor, and Neo felt like he had been thrown into a furnace, scorched by thousands of degrees of heat.

He quickly rolled on the ground, and the water on the ground extinguished the fire on his body.

Gege sat weakly on the ice, now she couldn't muster up a single bit to stop Fafnir, even if the British military agreed to use the "Assault Sky Dome" bomb, I am afraid that it would not be able to last thirty minutes in this situation.

As long as these people on their own side die, the dragon will fly away, and all dragon slaying plans are in vain.

Are you going to die here?

She raised her head slightly, the sky had completely darkened, the moon had climbed up the southeast sky, a few looming stars hung in the sky, and the night sky in Africa was bright and quiet.

In the flames, Fafnir's body continued to swell. The ice covering it melted and peeled off piece by piece, the flames flickered through the gaps in the scales with its breath again, and its body began to undergo drastic changes again.

The dragon raised its head and roared, and the dragon's moaning was full of poignancy and rage, which made people tremble. The ice rattled and cracks spread around the dragon in a circle.

Snake-like flames intertwined and flew in the air, forming a field more than ten meters in diameter, and the surrounding temperature quickly began to rise, and thick steam emerged from the ice and began to melt into water.

The dragon has finally broken through the predicament of being forced to hibernate and regained its vitality and strength, and is now several times stronger than before! The wound on his forehead that had been shot by Chintilami's bullet healed at a high speed, and the swarthy bullet was squeezed out of his body and skull by the newborn muscles, and landed on the ice with a thud.

Snort Lala –

With a terrifying tearing sound, steely muscles emerged from under the scales, and due to the speed of growth, it soon broke through its original skin, like a living creature that broke through the fetal membranes, and its body began to grow rapidly, soon reaching the same size as when it first appeared in front of everyone in the camp.

With the help of this rapid transformation and evolution, the metabolism in the dragon's body reached a level hundreds of times higher than normal, proceeding at a speed unimaginable to humans, and the cells were dividing at a frantic speed, thus bringing enough temperature, strength, and vitality to completely rebirth once.

In this state of frenzied growth, Fafnier's rage

"Neo, this is the real Fafnier......" Gege glanced at Neo, who was kneeling on one knee with the Gramo Holy Sword not far away, "What you dealt with before was just a fledgling that had just come out of its shell......"

Neo's whole body tingled, and the continuous amplification of the dragon's power brought an invisible pressure, and the unequal strength was not only psychological, but also physiologically enough suppression.

His hands were shaking.

The "weak" talent is like a chain that has lost its shackles, and it has become powerless against dragons who are too much stronger than Neo.

"Roar—"

The dragon spread its huge wings, flames erupted into its mouth and eyes, and the power that had been suppressed for thousands of years was revived in its body again, bringing not only pleasure, but also violence, madness, and ambition to the extreme.

It lowered its massive head and looked at Neo with an almost contemptuous gaze: "Descendant of Sigurd, Dragon Slayer, where has your pride gone?" Do you think you can kill me with the help of the Gramme Sword and send me back into the dark abyss again? But you don't even know how to use it. ”

Neo was deeply shocked in his heart, could it be that he had not used the power of Grammer at all? For himself, who has been trained to slay dragons since he was a child, he didn't expect that the first time he encountered a real dragon, he would fall into such a fiasco, and he had no power to fight back.

"Poor little thing!" Favenir's eyes flowed with golden light, and he looked down at Neo in front of him in a posture of overlooking, and its gaze fell on the Glamer Holy Sword, "Moria are born thieves! Maybe you don't know that even the Gramme Sacred Sword, which you worship as an artifact, actually stole the mysterious power from us Atlanteans to have a false reputation, don't you feel ashamed to use our things against us? ”

"Nonsense!" Neo stood up from the ice, he tried his best to contain the fear in his heart, and took a deep breath, "Fafnir, no matter how strong you are, in all the wars, you still can't escape the fate of being sent back to the grave again and again!" ”

Blue Moriah flames lit up in his eyes, and the arrogance of the nobility returned to him.

"The people of the Habs, even if they fall, must be on the way to charge!"

Gramo let out a roar, and Neo began to charge alone, leaving fear and exhaustion behind

Shooting at Fafnir like an arrow from a string, the "weak" talent was unleashed again, and the already weak chains tightened again, wrapping Fafnir tightly in the gray enchantment.