The dragon continued to sink down, its mouth buried directly, only revealing a pair of eyes and half of its head above the surface.
Couldn't say half a word...
It could only express anger through its eyes, but nobody paid attention, leaving it extremely frustrated.
Lear looked at the Mechanical Broken Finger with interest and inquired.
"Your Majesty Azaro, how can the Mechanical Flying Dragon... be acquired?"
With the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain in front, he had a great interest in mechanical transformation.
The fantasy version of cyberpunk was indeed quite exhilarating.
The deep voice of the Ancient Goblin God sounded.
"My strength has recovered somewhat, transforming a Level 16 inferior dragon race is not too difficult..."
The dragon was about to explode upon hearing this, its eyes widened with a frightening look, if its mouth wasn't covered it could swear for half an hour.
