Drake released a large bubble that enveloped the three of them, causing them to rise rapidly to the surface of the lake.
Unas used his Light Wings multiple times, but his Holy Power was now less than 20% of what it used to be. He immediately activated "Divine Plea" to restore his energy.
Thinking of the prisoners in the research institute, he asked the two men, "Do you have a way to eliminate the Death and Decay?"
Both of them shook their heads. Natasha said, "The Druids might have a way, but you don't need to worry too much, sir. The denser the Death and Decay, the stronger its destructive power. You and Nightmoon interrupted the Lich's spell so quickly, and the amount of purple mist released was not much. The space inside the research institute can completely dilute its destructive power to a minimum."
"That's good." Unas nodded, slightly relieved.
A faint light shone from above, and the lake was almost in sight. Unas picked up Gunsel's body and said to the two men, "You two protect Nightmoon and find a deserted lakeshore to land quietly. I'll fly up directly. Drake, make an opening above us."
The tall, thin monk made a slight gesture, and a round hole immediately appeared at the top of the bubble. Surprisingly, the lake water did not leak out, as if an invisible force field was holding the water up.
Be careful.
The Divine Plea restored 25% of his energy, and Unas's fighting power returned. He activated his Light Wings and shot straight upwards from the circular hole, like a rocket skimming across the lake, bursting out of the water and creating huge waves.
He quickly glanced at the battle situation on the shore, then turned around and flew directly towards the battlefield between the Red Dragon and the Seven-Headed Lizard.
Both beasts were covered in wounds. Alexstrasza was extremely exhausted, having long since exhausted her dragon breath, and could only use her claws and teeth to tear and fight against the Seven-Headed Lizard.
The beast's tenacity exceeded her expectations. All seven of its heads were severely injured, and it was already teetering on the brink of collapse, but it refused to fall and remained firmly entangled with her, driving her to a frenzy of frustration and rage.
Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the lake, like a shooting star. The familiar aura told the Little Red Dragon that it was that annoying human Paladin. At this moment, she could not care about personal preferences. She knew this was an opportunity. She immediately mustered her remaining strength, pressed her two front claws tightly against the Swamp Lord's back, and at the same time, her blood-red maw full of dragon teeth clamped down hard on the base of his neck.
The Seven-Headed Lizard was completely immobilized. With a loud hiss, a golden meteor crashed into the side of the monster, and a huge broadsword was plunged in all the way to the root. Accompanied by a spray of emerald blood, the heavy sword tip emerged from the other side of the Seven-Headed Lizard's body.
Unas unleashed a full-force attack, actually piercing the Swamp Lord straight through with his Horse-Slaying Sword!
The Swamp Lord had seven heads but only one heart. The greatsword that pierced through its body just grazed its edge, slicing off a quarter of the Seven-Headed Lizard's heart.
The tenacious beast let out a mournful howl, its whole body shuddered, and finally lost even the strength to stand upright, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Unas gripped the hilt and pulled with all his might to free the horse-slaying sword, but the blade was tightly clamped by the flesh and bones of the Seven-Headed Lizard and he couldn't pull it out at all, so he had to give up.
"Ms. Red Dragon, can you still fly?"
The Red Dragon was almost crushed by the fallen Seven-Headed Lizard, but fortunately it managed to retract its claws and roll to the side in time, though it was in a very disheveled state.
"Of course I can fly!" The Red Dragon was somewhat embarrassed and angry at being seen in such a disheveled state by humans. She quickly flapped her wings and floated up crookedly.
"Alright, let's go support the battlefield over there!" Unas immediately jumped onto the dragon's back.
"Get off! Who gave you permission to ride on my back?" The Little Red Dragon shook its body, seemingly trying to throw the Paladin off.
Unas's Light Wings were consuming too much energy, so he could only fly using the Red Dragon. He hurriedly said, "Hurry up! Your dragon egg might be in danger. We must end this battle quickly!"
Actually, he was so focused on saving people at the research institute that he completely forgot about finding the dragon egg, but at this point, he could only threaten her with the Red Dragon's child.
"Danger? What danger?"
"If you keep babbling, it won't just be dangerous anymore, just fly over there!"
Alexstrasza roared, her concern for the dragon egg ultimately outweighing her pride, and she suppressed her anger as she flew towards the forest where the sounds of battle were deafening.
The battlefield on the other side can only be described as brutal. The Argent Dawn retreated again and again, already half a kilometer away from the lake shore, and had lost nearly a third of its troops, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Marcus's left hand was broken, his armor was dented in several places, and he had seven or eight wounds, both minor and major, but he still fought on the front lines. The bear Druid and three Watcher were also covered in blood. Wherever there was danger, they rushed to the front lines and risked their lives to protect the soldiers' precarious positions.
Gunsel's men also paid a heavy price, their advance leaving behind a trail of corpses of mutated monsters and humans entangled together. However, the further they got from the Red Dragon, the stronger the Dragonkin became, and their advantage remained undiminished.
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed across the battlefield. The Red Dragon's massive shadow obscured the slanted double moons. The return of the Red Dragon signified the Swamp Lord's defeat.
Marcus and his Warriors were so excited they almost cried. He raised his greatsword high with one hand, about to give the order to cheer and counterattack, when suddenly a dark shadow shot down from the sky and stood upright in the center of the battlefield with a thud. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a spear with Gunsel's tattered body impaled on it, like a long, narrow banner.
At the same time, a golden light flashed on the Red Dragon's back, and a familiar figure landed with a thud like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust and stones— the Warden had finally returned!
Unas stood beside the Lich's corpse, wielding twin hammers, deliberately leaving his Light Wings on to amplify his imposing presence. "Your master is dead! Die, monsters!"
He swung his double hammers and struck them together fiercely, the huge metallic roar like the death knell.
The monster guards stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. The sight of their master's corpse, the Avatar enemy descending to earth, and the Red Dragon hovering above them quickly cooled their boiling blood. Several Dragonkin even lay prostrate on the ground, lacking the courage to fight the Red Dragon.
As if a domino effect had been triggered, a small portion of the monsters immediately surrendered to the ground, while the rest stood frozen in place, bewildered and helpless. Their fighting spirit and will to fight vanished in that instant.
"Kill!" Unas roared, sounding the horn for the counterattack.
The human soldiers' morale soared, and their bodies, which had been aching and injured, seemed to be infused with new strength. This strength drove them to follow the Warden's figure and launch a resolute and fearless Charge forward!
The one-sided battle began just like that. All thoughts vanished from Unas's mind, leaving only charge and kill.
With double hammers, he smashed skull after skull. The screams of the enemies and the sound of bones shattering became the best side dishes for the slaughter. Brain matter and blood piled up layer upon layer on his body, a filthy yet honorable medal.