Chapter 202 Wagner
Mantou learned from the last lesson, retreated quietly, and whispered:
"what should we do?"

Singo rubbed his chin, analyzing the situation.

"It looks like this white dragon was trapped by Wagner as a material for his experiments. Those monsters we saw before probably all have the blood of this white dragon, or even its descendants."

Tiansheng Zhan Kuang pointed at the transparent container connected by hundreds of pipes and said:
"That should be the true blood of the dragon."

You know, for the native dragons, the only thing that can create dragon-vein creatures is their dragon's true blood, which is a precious product that they condense the magical energy of their entire body and transport through the dragon's special basal blood vessels.

Wagner inserted nearly a hundred tubes into the basal blood vessels and greedily squeezed the white dragon's true blood dry.

Singo stared at the sleeping white dragon, and suddenly grinned, saying to Mantou beside him: "Mantou, are you interested in destroying the old beast's century-old collection? Or even release the white dragon and create some trouble for the beast who used his own daughter as an experiment?"

Mantou had been looking forward to this for a long time, and said excitedly: "Of course!"

"Get it!"

Singo took out a few round metal balls from his backpack, stuffed them into Mantou's hand, and then said to Tiansheng Zhan Kuang.

"Brother Zhan Kuang, smash that blood jar for me!"

"coming!"

The natural war maniac swung his battle axe with all his strength and smashed it towards the transparent container.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The container had magic runes attached to it, making it much stronger than ordinary glass. However, under the barbarians' repeated hammering, tiny white spots first appeared on the side of the container, then turned into radial cracks, and then the cracks became larger and larger, and finally the container completely shattered, and dragon blood filled with magic elements gushed out.

Singo hurried forward and collected several bottles full of dragon blood with the bottles he had prepared long ago, and then let the precious real blood overflow on the ground.

The natural war maniac was still smashing those hair-raising experimental instruments. He used the purest means of force to smash those carefully adjusted things into pieces.

The sleeping white dragon was finally awakened by the noise made by the players.

It opened its eyes and struggled to get up slowly. The magic chains wrapped around its body were shaking violently, and the tubes inserted into its body were swaying along with it. The magic circle under its body was flashing with intense magical light, and finally it entangled the white dragon tightly, forcing it to lie down again.

"Ow—"

The white dragon's struggle ended in failure again, and it turned its head.

The pair of vertical pupils stared at the player in front of them, revealing a long-suppressed rage.

Mantou was startled by the cold eyes and subconsciously raised his hand to give a French military salute. He didn't care whether Bailong could understand him or not, and muttered:

"Don't eat me, Brother Long. No, sister."

"I am a Dragonborn after all. I just want to smash some things to disgust that old pervert. We are in the same group."

"Roar--"

The white dragon did not respond, but just let out a manic roar, and its huge body struggled again, and its scales seemed to be standing up.

But its eyes were not looking at the players, but were fixed on a certain location behind them - an altar carved with a ferocious dragon head.

But Singo realized that the roar was not directed at the players, but at a certain existence behind them.

He quickly led everyone to hide to the side and quietly poked his head out to observe -

I saw ripples in the space, and then a pair of ferocious claws tore through the space, creating jagged cracks.

A man walked out of the dark void.

He was wearing a black robe, his face was shrouded in some kind of mist, and on his chest was a rusty medal with an image of a flame with eyes burning on a dragon's claws.

The man, or rather Wagner, laughed. "Ah, I'm back."

"Long time no see, my dear 'Sleeping Beauty'."

"Roar!"

The vertical pupils of the white dragon were filled with rage. If looks could kill, it would surely devour the man in black robe in the distance alive. The white dragon let out a suppressed, hoarse roar, and its huge body struggled violently, rolling and constantly attacking the restraints on its body, not caring at all even if it left deep bloody marks.

The man in black robe didn't care at all and said "lovingly":

"Haha, after all these years, you're still so petty."

He chuckled and raised his hand slightly.

The [Wagnerd Dragon Binding Array] beneath the white dragon emitted a shocking magical aura, and countless brand-new chains rose from the ground, wrapping around the white dragon's bruised body. The magic chains were more solid than ever before, and they became tighter and tighter like a giant python strangling its prey, almost wrapping up the white dragon.

The white dragon's scales were crushed and even its bones made a crackling sound.

"Ow—"

Its head hung low, its neck pressed weakly against the ground, and a whine came from deep in its throat.

Wagner walked forward calmly and gently stroked the small, pointed beak-like protrusion on the white dragon's nose with his hand.

"Tinya, my most precious specimen, are you finally willing to surrender?"

At this moment, the white dragon, which had just been dying, suddenly jumped up, stretched its neck as far as it could, opened its bloody mouth and bit the man in black.

"Ow!"

However, when it tried its best to close its upper and lower jaws, it bit into nothing, and the two rows of interlaced teeth collided with a crisp "click" sound.

Only a vague mist was left in the white dragon's mouth.

And Wagner had already appeared dozens of meters away.

He laughed wildly, clapped his hands, and trembled with excitement:

"Haha, hahaha!"

"Great! That's right! This is my beloved dragon. I like the way you struggle the most. It's really - so beautiful! Just like when the red dragon swallowed Catherine more than a hundred years ago. That scene is deeply engraved in my mind. No other work of art can compare to it. I will never forget it."

"Come on, tear me into pieces with all your might! It would be best if you could eat me alive!"

"I will cheer and jump for joy!"

Wagner opened his arms to face the white dragon like a fanatical pilgrim, while the white dragon repeatedly attacked the restraints of the magic circle, with overwhelming hatred in its eyes, and kept trying to attack Wagner.

This picture seems a bit weird.

Mantou hid in the dark, unable to help but feel his scalp tingling, and sighed in his heart: "This guy is really a complete lunatic!"

Wagner paused as if he sensed something.

"However, before we enjoy our happy time, we still have to deal with the little mouse that broke in."

"What naughty little fellows! They have made a mess of my home."

The voice sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth.

(End of this chapter)