Chapter 318

Holding her sisters' hands, she looked up at the dark roof of the bunker.

"Daddy Mom, Aunt... please don't let anything happen to you."

On the ground, the impact ended.

The two sisters distanced themselves from Constantine and transformed back into human form.

"How is it? Is it working?" Leon asked.

Ischa rubbed her aching shoulder and gazed at the firelight ahead.

"The situation... is not good."

"Roar!!--"

The high-pitched Dragon Roar dispelled the flames, and the terrifying Dragon Might's might spread like a plague.

The reborn crimson flames still burned fiercely.

"Leon!!"

Since the start of tonight's battle, the only two words Leon has heard Constantine speak are these two.

Madness, madness, and burning rage—it seemed that given the chance, Constantine would not hesitate to tear Leon to shreds.

In his lifetime, he was an extremely belligerent and mad dragon;

After his death, he was turned into a Frankenstein's monster, leaving him with only "revenge" as his sole emotion.

Leon and Melkwy have been fighting this guy for dozens of rounds, using every trick in the book.

However, let alone causing any harm, they didn't even see Constantine show a hint of a grimace in pain.

He was like a tireless and painless killing machine; after his resurrection, he had only one goal:

Kill Leon.

What can the living use to fight against the dead?

After all, the other party had nothing left to lose—including their life.

The immense Lightning power dissipated from Constantine's body once again.

Leon launched several attacks in just a few seconds, but the result can be simply summarized as "a lot of noise but little action".

In simpler terms, it's called "gua sha".

Retreating to a safe distance, Leon looked at the remaining electricity on his hand and, for the first time, began to question his own abilities.

"Brother-in-law, put some more effort into it, are you scrubbing his back?"

Teammates started applying pressure.

Leon the bear shrugs.

"How can I exert myself if you tell me to? I've tried my best."

"Don't give up, brother-in-law, we have to turn this desperate situation into a comeback." Ischa turned the tension into motivation for telling corny jokes.

Leon sighed, then clapped his hands.

"You're right, but that's just Constantine."

"It stitched together organs from more than a dozen dangerous species, including the Steel Rock Mammoth and the Netherflame Vajra."

"It has an indestructible physical defense and can also defend against counterattacks."

"It has ranged attacks, even more powerful than when he was alive."

"It has recovered. I scraped for a long time and finally managed to get a little blood out, but BYD healed the wound in two seconds."

"This thing is like a supermodel from a Frankenstein's monster."

On this bizarre, magical, and unknown Samael Continent, there has never been a shortage of powerful individuals.

They are the chosen ones, they are the Only One, they are the chosen ones of the version.

But Leon Casmod is different.

For a long time, he was neither the chosen one, nor the Only One, nor the version's chosen one—

He is the father of the version.

In past battles (7) 23, Lin Sijiu Qishili, General Leon crushed almost all enemies with his outrageous stats.

No matter what kind of dragon you are—whether you fly in the sky, run on the ground, or swim in the water, whether you are blue, white, or golden—when you encounter General Leon, he will break all your magic with a single blow.

Such people are often referred to as "numerical monsters".

Today, Leon finally understood the meaning of "there's always someone better."

To defeat numerical monsters, you can only rely on Frankenstein's monsters—that's practically the truth!

The Steel Rock Mammoth's body was a perfect counter to Leon's Lightning power.

If it were merely Steel Rock Mammoth, Leon could subdue it using other means, without relying on the Lightning Element.

But the problem is that the reborn Constantine has more than just the Steel Rock Mammoth.

His brand-new body was stitched together with so many of the biological advantages of dangerous species; even if Leon were a supermodel, he couldn't surpass this.

"By the way, brother-in-law, didn't you just say you had a special move up your sleeve?"

Ischa looked at Leon, "Now you can release the pent-up emotions."

"Oh, this..."

"What's wrong?"

After a pause, Ischa seemed to have guessed something, "After you use that ultimate move, it's not really going to result in severed meridians or even instant death, is it?"

Leon gave a wry smile. "That's what the book says, anyway."

"You're such a good student who loves reading, brother-in-law."

Losweiser waved her hand, interrupting Leon and his older sister's banter.

"I think Leon is right. The situation is tricky, but it's not to the point of mutual destruction yet."

Losweiser said, "I still have a trump card up my sleeve, but I need you guys to buy me some time."

Leon and Ischa looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's your trump card?" Ischa asked.

"Primal Magic".

Upon hearing this, the eldest sister was slightly surprised. "Is it that kind of powerful magic that has long been lost in the annals of history? Little Los, when did you learn it?"

Losweiser lowered her silver eyes and looked at her palm. "I wouldn't say I've learned it... because so far, I can only gather Primal Power, and I don't know how to use this power to use different forms of magic."

She looked up at the monster that was approaching again, her silver dragon eyes flashing with the unique resilience and decisiveness of Queen.

"But we should always give it a try, just in case it works."

Losweiser didn't just impulsively think of using Primal Magic.

While researching Primal Magic with Leon, they discovered that the damage and effects caused by Primal Magic are fundamentally different from those of mainstream magic today.

To put it simply, it's a completely different damage mechanism.

After all, it is a 'divine skill' hidden in the cracks of history by our ancestors, so it naturally has to be something special.

Therefore, since elemental magic and physical attacks are ineffective against Constantine, Primal Magic might actually be surprisingly effective.

"Okay, my sister and I will try our best to buy you some time."

Leon believed in her; after practicing Primal Magic for so long, it was finally going to come in handy.

Losweiser nodded, and then began to gather Primal Power.

Leon and Ischa then faced the monster ahead.

The two sides clashed again.

Leon didn't have much Magic Power left, so he could only use the Gate of Nine Hells technique to hold them back for the time being.

Ischa transformed into Dragon form and confronted Constantine head-on.

The two worked together seamlessly, effectively delaying the Frankenstein's monster.

However, this is only temporary.

They couldn't compete with a vengeful machine that only knew how to kill in terms of endurance and stamina.

Now they can only delay as long as possible until Losweiser has gathered the Primal Power.

"Roar!--"

Constantine roared, his thick tail sweeping out and sending Ischa, in her Dragon form, flying dozens of meters away.

Leon seized upon the opening in Constantine's attack and instantly activated the fifth gate of the Nine Hells, 'Star Chasing,' striking Constantine's side ribs with pinpoint accuracy.

This move caused some damage, but it wasn't fatal.

This only further enraged the monster.

Constantine roared and slammed Leon down with the massive arm of the Netherflame Vajra.

Leon leaped away, narrowly avoiding the impact, but was still struck by the aftershock.

After their exchange, both Leon and Ischa sustained new injuries.

Looking at Constantine, his health bar hasn't dropped at all!

Meanwhile, Scott, who was overseeing the battle from afar, had already started popping champagne.

"Fael, if I bring Leon's head back this time, how do you think Lord Ailandi will reward me?"

Ironwing Dragon King glanced at the guy beside him, and to be honest, he had no interest whatsoever in the rewards that the human world could offer.

He knew that it was best not to cheer so much before the enemy was completely defeated.

"It will probably be quite a sum, Mr. Scott," Fael said.

Scott chuckled. "I've never seen Leon look so disheveled before. Back in the Dragon Slayer Army, he was the most arrogant of them all."

"Is that so?" Fael replied casually.

Fael knew that evaluations made by people with different stances were often not objective.

Just as Scott was about to continue unpacking the boxes, Fael frowned slightly and pointed to the distant battlefield.

"They seem to have some new tricks up their sleeves, Mr. Scott."

"A new tactic?"

Scott squinted at him.

Sure enough, the silver-haired woman seemed to have accumulated a power completely different from before.

Scott's eyes flickered, and he immediately realized what it was. "It's... Primal Power! That silver dragon actually possesses Primal Power?!"

Fael scratched his brow. He recognized, of course, that the power Losweiser was gathering was the Primal Power, because back in the Far North, it was he who had stolen a portion of the Noah's Power that the exploration team had painstakingly acquired.

Similarly, Fael was also somewhat surprised by this.

A dragon king who had never been exposed to Noah's Power was able to wield Primal Power...

That's incredible.

"Then, Mr. Scott, can this ultimate creature created by your empire withstand the attack of the Primal Power?" Fael asked.

Cold sweat trickled down Scott's forehead. He swallowed hard and lowered his voice.

"Who said we had to resist?"

"Oh? You mean, this killing machine actually understands tactics?"

"Of course, he's not just a pure fusion zombie. Just wait and see, Constantine will definitely complete this mission perfectly."

Even so, Scott was still secretly sweating.

Leon once cast a long shadow over the empire, and who knows what kind of incredible skills his Dragon Wife possesses.

On the battlefield, Losweiser wielded pure white Primal Power.