nycdaug Chapter 1509 Get lost!
Chapter 1509 Get lost!
Chapter 1509 Go back!
There were indeed several dog dragons in the training ground, with their legs tied with ropes, lying on the ground, screaming and struggling.
Feng Ying put down the humanoid frame with the armor hanging on it, and looked at the dog dragons again, feeling a little embarrassed, "This set of equipment doesn't look like it can be put on in a few minutes.
I won’t suddenly die halfway through putting it on, right?
Do I have to pick up the weapon and chop each part twice? This is too cruel."
The leader of the second group showed a helpless look on his face, "Didn't you listen carefully just now? It's not that your life will be sucked away immediately after you put on this equipment, but you have to activate it before it will work.
Before activation, this is just a normal armor. Well, if you can survive the spiritual erosion of this armor."
"Oh, I see. It's okay to put it on first, right?"
As Feng Ying spoke, she was about to take off the [Dark Lamp and Phantom Fire] on her body. Hayata opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing.
Logically speaking, it is better for ladies to change clothes in the locker room.
But considering that Feng Ying is about to try on not ordinary clothes, but forbidden armor that will drive ordinary people, and even most hunters crazy.
It would be better to change clothes under everyone's supervision. As for face, it is not as important as life after all. Besides, she is wearing a lining under her armor.
Feng Ying didn't think about that at all and took off the armor on her body without any hesitation.
He stretched his body, walked to the humanoid frame, grabbed the armor and was about to put it on, without any sign of nervousness.
"Let me help." Hayata walked to her side and prepared to help her adjust the buckles of her armor.
The moment the armor came into contact with him, Hayata's expression changed.
She felt that the part where her fingers touched the armor became as hot as red-hot coals.
Bloodthirstiness, violence, greed, all kinds of negative emotions flooded into her mind, just like when she first tried to touch the forbidden materials.
No, it should be said that the feeling is much more obvious and intense than it was back then.
But Feng Ying seemed as if nothing had happened. She happily held up the breastplate that fitted her chest shape, and fastened the dark gold pattern on it.
Is she enduring?
It's not like looking at it like this, it's more like feeling nothing.
"Gordon, come and take a look," she said.
The leader of the second group and others who knew how evil this armor was were also surprised.
Of course they knew what it felt like to touch this set of armor. During the process of handling and carrying it, they had to wear thick dragon leather gloves for isolation, otherwise they would not be able to endure the direct mental pain.
After hearing what Hayata said, Gordon walked to Fengying and put his hand on her back.
"Um"
Gordon frowned, he knew what Hayata was surprised about.
It was obvious that this set of armor was repelling them, but it didn't seem to repel Feng Ying.
He clenched his fist and punched Feng Ying's back, or to be more precise, the back of the Dragon Patterned Armor.
At the moment of punching, a red light flashed between the gaps of his [Crazy Pattern] armor, and the domineering aura of the Annihilator Dragon seemed to awaken for a moment.
"Boom--!"
With a scream of "Ah!", the defenseless Feng Ying was almost knocked to the ground by him.
"What are you doing?!" Hayata looked at Gordon in surprise.
Gordon didn't answer and reached out to touch the armor on Xiang Fengying's body again.
The pain that corroded the spirit not only did not weaken, but became even more severe.
"It's useless? This trick sometimes works quite well against [Mad Mark]." Gordon said to himself.
Hayata angrily drove him away.
Ansel, who understood Gordon's purpose, couldn't help but cover his face.
Not everything can be accomplished with great effort.
"It hurts so much!" Feng Ying said with a bitter face. Fortunately, her upper body was protected by armor, so she was not injured.
After Hayata patted her vest a few times, he didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Did you feel uncomfortable when you touched the armor?
Like stinging, burning, confusion, that kind of thing?"
"Ah?" Feng Ying turned around and was stunned for two seconds before she responded, "No, if I must say, this set of armor feels warm when I first put it on, not cold like other armors.
It's a bit like... the feeling of touching your own skin? Isn't that a bit disgusting?"
Dragon clerk stroked his beard and said, "As expected, you are not rejected? I have considered this situation.
After all, you have resonated with the red dragon more than once. From a certain perspective, your compatibility should be the best.
Either they are extremely susceptible to it, or they are able to downplay or even ignore its impact. Judging from the current situation, it seems to be the latter.
This is good news, but don't be too careless.
Especially when you are finishing your outfit, the concept of a single piece and a full set of clothing is different, so remember to be firm and keep your nerves tight."
"Oh oh." Feng Ying nodded obediently.
Knowing that this outfit would have a corrosive effect on others, she refused Hayata's help and completed the outfit on her own.
Now only the last part of the helmet, or the crown, remains.
At this time, Ansir spoke up, "Don't fasten the armor buckle too tightly. If you feel something is wrong, don't force it. Scream out and we will help you take off the armor immediately.
Remember, this set of armor will consume your life, so don't force it. This is not your only chance to try.
Gordon, Hayata, Julius, you swordsmen who are stronger, be ready to rush over and hold her back at any time to help her strip off her armor."
Gordon nodded, even put on his helmet and pulled down his visor, ready to fight with Feng Ying if she lost control.
An Xier took the training sword from Feng Ying again and said, "If you are really ready, come to me and I will decide whether to give you the weapon or not depending on the situation."
"Okay." Feng Ying nodded seriously and took the crown component off the human-shaped frame.
He concentrated, took a deep breath, and put on the crown under the gaze of everyone.
Just as the crown landed firmly on his head, a scarlet light flashed.
The crown that originally only covered the forehead quickly deformed and turned into a hideous mask that covered most of the face above the mouth.
(Picture from the crazy flying mushrooms on station b)
At the same time, the armor on various parts of her body unfolded with a sharp "swoosh!" sound, and ominous blood light flashed from the gaps in the armor.
The entire set of [Dragon Pattern] instantly changed into another appearance.
Like a dragon waking up from its slumber, revealing its claws and fangs.
Feng Ying groaned and nearly fell to the ground. She supported her body with one hand and barely maintained a half-kneeling posture.
"The armor has been activated!" The leader of the second group shouted in shock, "Take it off quickly! This state will burn out the user's life in a few minutes at most!"
Gordon and his men had already rushed forward, but Feng Ying suddenly raised her hand at this moment, "Wait a minute!"
Gordon paused and hesitated, wondering whether he should ignore Feng Ying's opinion and forcibly strip off the armor, or give her a few more seconds.
Without the energy to say anything more, Feng Ying clenched her fists and slammed them hard on the ground, smashing the brick beneath her into pieces.
"Get back!"
Following her low roar, the blood light gushing out from the gaps in the [Dragon Pattern] armor flashed twice and finally disappeared.
With a light "click", the unfolded armor and visor gradually closed together and returned to their original appearance.
After taking a few deep breaths, Feng Ying stood up with some difficulty and walked towards Anshil who was not far away, step by step.
"Give it to me." She held out her hand to Ansil.
After staring at Feng Ying for a while, who was emitting a dangerous aura and had an indifferent and even somewhat gloomy expression, Ansel finally curled up the corners of his mouth and handed the weapon to her.
Feng Ying took the weapon and swung the blade, and the [Dragon Pattern] armor that had been dormant for a short while awakened and unfolded again.
Without saying a word, she rushed towards the screaming dog dragons.
(End of this chapter)