Nozdormu used the power of time to cause Deathwing to suffer the ravages of time.
The Obsidian Armor rusted and crumbled, and Deathwing grew old, but unfortunately, the power of time was partially resisted, Deathwing.
Ysera's eyes were glazed over as she exhaled a cloud of black mist.
"Tremble before the curse of Nightmares, Neltharion."
Deathwing's eyes only glazed over for a moment before regaining their clarity. Just like Nozdormu's spellcasting effect, Deathwing had gained resistance to magic.
"Is this the Power of the Old Gods?"
The Red Dragon Queen, who hadn't made a move until now, carefully observed Deathwing.
"You're very unlucky. One of my fellow inmates in the Maw is an Evil Old Gods. Y'Shaarj is like an infant before him. I know how to fight against this power and strip you of your Old Gods power."
The Red Dragon Queen raised her claws, and a swirling gust of wind blew out, blurring the shadow of the Old Gods's tentacles on Deathwing, but it still stood stubbornly upright.
"That's impossible." The Red Dragon Queen looked puzzled.
"What you know is knowledge from ancient times. Times have changed, Kesutruisi."
Deathwing spread his wings, swatting away the approaching Ysera, who tumbled and flew a great distance before regaining her footing after a long while.
With a whoosh, Deathwing toward the Red Dragon Queen, who possessed two Ancient Evil souls that had to be defeated first.
The battles between the Dragon Kings have returned to simplicity, as magic is ineffective against each other, and they fight using primitive claws and teeth.
A black-headed dragon and a red-headed dragon rolled around, sprinkling large amounts of dragon blood from the sky. The weaker Red Dragon Queen was at a disadvantage.
Malygos rushed to help, reaching out his claws to grab Deathwing's left wing.
Deathwing nimbly dodged, his heavy Obsidian Armor proving no obstacle, and his thick tail lashed out at Malygos.
Malygos, being smaller, was ultimately at a disadvantage, struck by the heavy tail and tumbled a considerable distance, just like Ysera.
Nozdormu knew he was no stronger than Malygos, and that he was no match for Deathwing, the strongest of the five Dragon Kings, in close combat. So he kept preparing a spell.
Rumble.
A Portal opened, and a terrifying dragon claw extended out, almost half the size of Deathwing's body.
Deathwing's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly struggled to break free from the Red Dragon Queen, his dragon claws lashing down with a piercing whistling sound.
Nozdormu chuckled coldly, "Didn't expect that, did you, Neltharion? Talonixiya's claws have also become part of my collection."
Talonixiya is an ancient Proto-Dragon, the leader of the Galakrond Alliance, and far larger than other Proto-Dragon. Deathwing secretly harbors feelings for her.
Unfortunately, during a battle, due to the lack of cooperation from Malygos, Nozdormu, and others, Talonixiya was swallowed alive by Galakrond, becoming an eternal hatred in Deathwing's heart.
"Nozdormu, you shouldn't have provoked me."
Deathwing abandoned the Red Dragon Queen and appeared before Nozdormu in a flash.
Nozdormu was smug; this was a trap he had set for Deathwing, just waiting for him to charge in.
Deathwing, passing through a spacetime rift prepared by Nozdormu and heading towards his own personal timeline.
Unfortunately, Deathwing returned in an instant, his claws resting on Nozdormu's shoulders.
"No, don't kill me!" Nozdormu cried out in terror, frantically trying to fly forward and escape Deathwing.
Fortunately, Ysera returned and ambushed Deathwing from behind.
Deathwing had no choice but to abandon Nozdormu. A phantom tentacle extended from his back, yet it seemed to be a real object, and lashed out fiercely. Ysera felt a burning pain all over her body.
Nozdormu fled far away before realizing that his shoulders were covered in blood, two large chunks of dragon skin torn open by Deathwing.
Four Dragon Kings ganged up on Deathwing, yet they were no match for him.
"It seems I must do something." The Red Dragon Queen smiled faintly, her expression one of complete confidence.
Her body writhed continuously, and two dragon heads sprouted from her shoulders, one purple and one white, both with long necks.
It has three heads, but it's not deformed; it's as if that's how it should be.
Deathwing gasped, "Purple Dragonflight, White Dragonflight, the long-extinct Dragonkin bloodline... how did you do that?"
After defeating the Proto-Dragon Galakrond, the Five Dragonflights underwent a bloodline evolution at the command of the Titans, and Azeroth, which originally had nine Dragons, eventually became five.
The Red Dragon Queen laughed and said, "Back then Red Dragon Queen cooperated with me. We could have as many corpses of the other four colors as we wanted."
Nozdormu was taken aback upon hearing this. Although he enjoyed collecting, his collection only contained the skeletons of the four-colored dragons, not their flesh and blood.
Nefarian, Deathwing's eldest son, had studied the matter and found that the strength of dragons was directly proportional to the number of their heads.
With her three heads, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly gained three times the power and once again clashed with Deathwing.
This time, it was Deathwing was defeated.
Rhonin and Vereesa looked up at the battle in the sky, Rhonin keenly noticed that something was amiss.
"There must be something wrong with my memory. I see it, but at the same time, my mind is forgetting it. It's such a strange feeling."
Vereesa felt the same way. She looked around and whispered, "Someone is constantly erasing our memories. We won't remember anything that happened today."
Rhonin cautiously stated, "Although I made a mistake, I know that our ally today is Deathwing, and we must do something."
He took out the Demon Soul, but unfortunately, this artifact remained indestructible.
"Deathwing is about to be defeated." Krasus stared at the three-headed Red Dragon Queen, finding her appearance utterly awkward.
"I've never felt this way before; I actually hope the Queen loses."
Robbie said seriously, "Your queen hasn't given it her all yet; it seems we'll have to push her a bit more."
Deathwing, who was suffering repeated defeats, suddenly felt a powerful force coming from his back.
Those were N'Zoth's tentacles implanted in his body. Although he had studied them for a long time, he still didn't understand the Power of the Old Gods enough.
Two of its tentacles grew rapidly, becoming thick and long, and stretched out uncontrollably, tightly binding the white and purple dragon heads of the Red Dragon Queen.
"Foolish Deathwing, the Power of the Old Gods has gone out of control!" the Red Dragon Queen roared in desperation.
"Not bad, I feel good." With the help of his two out-of-control tentacles, Deathwing gradually regained control of the situation.
"You're forcing me. It seems I'll have to use my true power. Come out."
The Red Dragon Queen roared, and two more heads grew from her shoulders, one orange and one blue.
The five-headed Red Dragon Queen caused Deathwing to gasp in astonishment.
"Chromatus, so these ultimate beings really exist. How did you manage to do that?"
"How naive," Red Dragon Queen Kesutruisi sneered. "Crimson, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, plus black and white, and the Holy Light that will appear in the future—a ten-headed Dragon, that is the ultimate form of the Dragonkin, which is also my original form. After the ten-headed Dragon returns, I will kill you all and create a New World that belongs to me."