Three days later, at dawn.
But dawn did not arrive as expected.
The sky of Blackstone Wasteland was shrouded in a thick layer of dust clouds, as if the breath of some giant beast had solidified on the sky, completely blocking the light of the morning sun.
Those were the ashes raised when the power of Red Iron Dragon swept across the earth, and it has not yet completely settled.
In the northern part of the wilderness, all major legions have been arrayed and ready to go.
The most massive and elite is the legion of the Nausir Empire.
The silver-white array stretched out in the darkness, like an unsheathed sword that had been polished to the extreme, pointing silently to the south.
Elf warriors are wearing moon-patterned battle armor, and they are in neat formation, with spears like a forest and bowstrings half-open.
Every face is hidden behind the mask, only a pair of cold eyes are exposed.
Their battle armor has been carefully wiped and maintained, and its surface is shiny, like countless silent mirrors, reflecting the coming blood and fire.
Between the phalanxes, there are various war giant trees that are too huge to be ignored.
These giant trees are loaded with countless magical weapons, with rune arrays embedded in the trunks, and magic turrets hanging at the ends of the branches. They are magical lives constructed by Nausir through natural magic, and are specially created for war.
The entire regiment was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
Elf believe that war itself is an art, and art requires solemnity, restraint, and keeping the calmest mind in the most intense moments.
They didn't roar or shout, they just stood there silently, like a forest waiting for a storm.
The Allied armies were distributed on the flanks and rear.
The elites of the Greenwild Kingdom are hiding in the shadows on the flanks. The Giants carry heavy tower shields and hammer spears on their shoulders. Every step makes the ground tremble. The mixed phalanx of humans and Dwarf protects the flanks of the Chinese army.
Legendary Realm The aura of the strong is like a beacon, guiding the soldiers at the nodes of the military formation.
There is also no noise.
Among the major legions, there is only a kind of silence before the storm is about to come.
Solemn as a funeral, solemn as a ceremony.
Elarian is riding on a silver-white war deer, with only seriousness on his handsome and cold face.
She glanced across the entire legion, countless silent figures reflected in her eyes, and remembered each of their faces in her heart.
"For Orotara."
She drew out the long sword from her waist and raised it to the sky.
"For Orotara!"
"For Orotara!"
Talamond and Veylan shouted the same, and the sword of the Sun Yao Grand Knight collided with the breastplate, making a crisp sound; the top of Veylan's staff lit up with silver light, and the sound spread throughout the entire legion.
Destiny Rank's will formed an invisible bond at this moment, connecting everyone's will together.
Elf warriors feel the connection.
Their backs straightened up more, the weapons in their hands tightened, and a scalding heat surged in their chests.
Then, head south.
Woo!
A distant and desolate horn sounded.
As the march began, the Nausir and Elf soldiers were no longer silent and sang their familiar war songs.
There is no face under the face armor, and there is no name under the moon pattern light armor.
We are the silver river, flowing silently in the flames until the darkness is illuminated forever.
Don't ask us which forest we come from, don't ask our mother's name, just remember that where there are many spears, that is our hometown.
At first, the singing was just the low hum of a few people, and then it spread like wildfire. More and more people joined in, and countless voices finally turned into a common sound wave, soaring into the sky.
There is tragedy, pride, and determination in it, but there is no hesitation.
It unites the will of the entire legion.
Even allied legions other than Nausir were affected, and their morale continued to grow. Although some soldiers could not understand the lyrics in Elf, the melody itself was enough to make their blood boil.
Soon after, Blackstone Wasteland middle section.
The ground here is cracked and charred after being trampled countless times. The ground is covered with a layer of fine gravel and ashes, which makes a crunching sound when stepped on.
When Nausir's military formation advanced here, they stopped.
Because on the opposite side, there is already another piece of Ocean waiting.
Different from the neat and solemn appearance of Elf, the array of Orc is like a turbulent dark green Ocean.
The battle flag danced wildly in the fishy wind, with skulls dripping blood painted on the flag, making a roaring sound in the wind. The Orc warriors huddled together, their heavy breathing gathered like the roar of a giant beast, and the hot fishy smell could be smelled from a long distance away.
They don't have the order Elf.
Orc never pursues order.
But they have fanaticism, and --- quantity.
The number of Orc far exceeds that of Elf.
This race is collectively far stronger than most humanoid races, and at the same time has a reproductive capacity that exceeds that of humans.
War is not a disaster for Orc, but a harvest season of glory.
Every Orc warrior has been waiting for this day since birth.
Waiting for a real war, where they can wield their weapons and cut off the enemy's heads to prove their worth.
There are three figures at the front of the Orc legion.
Scarlet War Chieftain Baroum stood on the left, holding the blood-red battle ax with one hand. On the right, Skullcrusher War Chieftain Kilrog's war hammer was already on his shoulder.
Both of their skins were covered in war paint.
The red and black stripes, extending from the forehead to the chest, are Orc's traditional pre-war ceremony.
Among them is Saltoya.
Bloodskull Great Chief, Destiny Rank Shaman.
Old Shaman did not wear her usual animal skin robe today. She put on a war robe made of countless tiny bone fragments. The bone fragments on it came from the remains of Bloodskull war chiefs from past generations, carrying their remaining brave will.
Saltoya looked to the north, watching the silver-white front slowly approaching.
Elf chose to attack.
And that's exactly what Orc wants.
They will never shrink back. In their eyes, shrinking is the behavior of the weak, and the weak only deserve to be trampled on.
"They're coming."
Baroum whispered.
Kilrog showed a cruel smile and licked his chapped lips, "Let them come."
Big Shaman never looked back.
She raised the staff lightly with her rune-covered right hand, the bone fragments of her armor rustled, and then the tail of the staff touched the ground.
Boom.
A bloody ripple visible to the naked eye spread out from the tail of the staff, carrying some primitive and brutal power and spreading to the entire Orc Legion.
Every Orc warrior who felt this ripple let out a low roar at the same time.
The roars come and go, like the waves at high tide, one wave higher than the other, and the fighting spirit is like ignited gunpowder, spreading rapidly in the dark green Ocean.
"For the great Bagchu!"
"For Cantum! For the Blood Skull Tribe!"
Countless voices gathered together and soared into the sky, causing the dust clouds in the sky to tremble, and fine ash fell from the clouds.
Then, Orc's array began to move forward.
The earth trembled under the trampling, which was transmitted along the ground, so that Elf people in the distance could clearly feel it.
Just then.
At the forefront of the Elf front, under the gaze of several Destiny Ranks, a huge dark black figure rose into the sky.
Red Iron Dragon is not waiting for the command.
His figure rose from the legion array, his wingspan covering a large area of the sky, and the surface of the wing membranes was covered with burning light patterns, which looked like two red-hot irons in the darkness.
He crossed the empty space between the two armies and flew towards the Orc army alone.
It was an open area with gravel and dead grass scattered on the ground. It was a dead zone between the two armies. Normally no one would want to enter this area alone.
But the dragon doesn't care.
At the same time, under Ashen Annihilation Form, the sun in his breastplate became brighter and brighter, and the light shot out through the gaps in the scales, like a Star that was about to explode, eager to release its own light and illuminate the surrounding dull sky.
"He's on."
"Let him go, I hope he is not trying to be brave."
Elf exchanged a few simple words, and the army continued to move forward.
At the same time, Scarlet War Chieftain Baroum was the first to notice the figure in the sky.
"It's Red Emperor Pale Star."
He looked up and his pupils shrank slightly, "Be careful with his Dragon Aura Bomb."
As soon as he finished speaking, before he even waited for a response, he showed a look of surprise. "No - he looks completely different from last time, there are big changes, it seems - he is more dangerous than before.
Saltoya raised his head.
Looking at the dark black dragon, there was no wave on her withered face, but her fingers tightened on the staff.
"Unless Immortal Realm comes in person, no one can defeat the military formation I led."
"It is enough to last until the two armies are in close combat. At that time, the dragon's long-range advantage will disappear. Once he gets close, he will not dare to breathe at will."
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her staff high.
The skull at the head of the staff lit up, like a lit torch, and scarlet flames burned in the eye sockets.
"The descendants of Bloodskull!"
Old Shaman's voice was incredibly loud, overpowering the din of the entire battlefield, "Hand over your anger!"
"Give your blood to the battle flag!"
"Dedicate your bones to the earth!"
"Dedicate your souls to the great Bagchu!"
She began to chant a prayer, the syllables old and rough, like the sound of stones hitting each other.
Orc Legion, every soldier raised his head at the same time.
Their eyes turned blood red at the same moment, but there was no confusion at all, they just showed a look of fanaticism.
The faith and fighting spirit of countless Orc warriors were guided by Destiny Rank warlocks at the same moment, and became solid.
They are like raindrops rising against the current, rising to the sky, gathering, intertwining, entangling in mid-air, and then suddenly expanding.
Huge phantoms of heads formed over the legions.
The face is rugged and the fangs are turned out. At first glance, it looks like the skull of Orc.
Some of them are as big as houses, and some are as small as wheels. They are densely packed together and layered on top of each other, forming an eerie dome.
A concrete manifestation of faith, fanaticism, and fighting spirit.
They circled, roared, and roared, forming a skull cloud above the legions.
And this is a military formation spell of old Shaman.
Bloodskull Wall.
It can swallow any ranged attack.
Whether it is arrows, spells, or dragon breath, once it touches Bloodskull Wall, it will be swallowed, digested, and turned into nothingness by those phantom heads.
Old Shaman is very confident in this.
At the same time.
Dark Red Iron Dragon stopped.
He hovered in mid-air, his huge wing membranes slowly folding in, making himself a stable platform.
He lowered his eyes and looked down at the figures as small as insects and ants below. There was no contempt or anger in his vertical pupils. Then, he raised his head and opened his upper and lower jaws.
Abyssal Breath Lungs operates at maximum power.
A vortex of energy visible to the naked eye formed between his mouth and nose, and the surrounding elements were roughly torn and pulled away. The elemental energy in the air seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and was poured into his expanding chest.
The light patterns between the gaps in the dark black scales then became dazzling, turning from golden red to incandescent.
It was as if there was a real Star inside him until the end of his life.
It is about to burst into glory.
Then, he breathed out.
Ashen Annihilation Breath!
A blazing torrent with a diameter far exceeding several times the dragon's head spurted out.
It was in the shape of a straight column, and its speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit of visual capture. It was as if the dragon's snout had just opened, and Dragon Breath had already crossed the sky.
There is no process in the middle, only the result.
It hit Bloodskull Wall.
Boom!
The whole wilderness was trembling.
The ground rippled like water, and the gravel jumped up to half a man's height. The soldiers in front of the two armies staggered at the same time.
Bloodskull Wall was shaking violently.
Countless phantom heads twisted, screamed, and dissipated in the flames, like snowflakes falling into boiling water.
But more heads came up.
They are like moths flying into the fire, rushing forward one after another to fill the gaps, swallowing the flames, digesting the heat. When one disappears, ten will come up to replace it; when ten disappear, hundreds will come up to make up for it.
Even so, a huge depression still appeared on the surface of the wall.
It was like a face that had been hit by a fist. Although it was slowly recovering, it was obviously unable to keep up with the speed of depression and collapse, the speed of devouring, and the speed of destruction.
Saltoya is slightly discolored.
Bloodskull Wall, forged by the will and faith of countless warriors, should have been indestructible, making the existence of Destiny Rank sigh.
However, Red Emperor Pale Star's Dragon Breath completely exceeded expectations.
It's powerful enough to shake Bloodskull Wall to its foundation.
Cracks appeared on the defensive surface.
Cracks spread from the point of impact like a spider web, spreading in all directions, and a series of fine crackling sounds were heard.
The face of the Orc soldier below has been turned red by the light, the air temperature has risen sharply, his nose is filled with hot breath when he breathes, and even his eyelashes have begun to curl.
Just then.
The dragon stopped breathing.
Saltoya took a long breath and forced a smile on his lips.
"This mouthful of Dragon Breath should be some kind of explosive skill. It's powerful but not lasting."
she thought to herself.
But he seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.
In the sky on the other side, Dark Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath again.
This time, his actions were a little different.
Dragon Qi gathered in the cracks in the scales on his neck, and then suddenly expanded outwards. Two new heads grew from the sides of the neck. The broad muzzles and rough facial armor looked the same as the main head, except that the angle was slightly deflected, pointing in different directions.
Six eyes open at the same time.
And this isn't over yet.
Azure Star Form!
As countless wild thunders and flames ignited, the size and aura of the giant dragon skyrocketed. Thunder light swam around him like a snake, and flames spurted out from the gaps in his scales, shrouding him in a blazing halo.
Under the invisible suppression of Material Plane rules, his figure still reached a height of 100 meters.
The next moment.
Three pairs of vertical pupils light up at the same time.
Three large mouths opened simultaneously.
Three Ashen Annihilation Dragon Breath burst simultaneously.
They cut through the sky from different angles, carrying the will to destroy everything, and then crossed and landed on Bloodskull Wall.
Cracks spread from three collision points simultaneously.
They each spread to the surroundings, and then connected with each other, forming an airtight network of cracks. The phantoms of countless Orc heads were wiped out in the flames, turning into light flakes scattered all over the sky.
Click, click, click!
The crack is too deep.
The aftermath of the escaped Dragon Breath spread radially, like burning sharp blades, cutting into the barrier. Bloodskull Wall finally failed to hold on, and wisps of flames passed through the gaps and fell into Orc's military formation.
In an instant.
Swept by the aftermath, the Orc warriors turned into charcoal.
Their skin quickly charred and cracked under the high temperature, and then their whole bodies collapsed like burnt charcoal, shattering into ashes on the ground. The ashes were swept high into the sky by the hot wind, mixed into the dust cloud, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.
The Legion was shaken.
Fear spreads from one Orc's eyes to another Orc's eyes, from one Orc's heartbeat to another Orc's heartbeat.
Bloodskull's wall is more than just defense.
It is the embodiment of faith and morale.
The moment it wavered, the Orcs who formed the connection between the military formations felt pain and fear at the soul level at the same time.
A gap was violently ripped open in their faith, and their morale leaked out like a flood that burst a dam. The dark red embers left by Dragon Breath are still flowing and radiating in the legion, continuing to create chaos and death.
Vicious cycle.
The more unstable the military formation is, the weaker the power that is exerted on the warriors; the weaker the power, the more fearful it is when faced with Calamity-like Dragon Breath; the more fearful, the more shaky the military formation becomes.
What's bad is that there seems to be no concept of consumption in this giant dragon.
The breath of terror is continuous and torrential, without breathing or pause, as if it will never dry up.
If this cannot be stopped, there is no need to continue the war.
Skullcrusher War Chieftain looks at Scarlet War Chieftain.
Kilrog once laughed at Baroum's withdrawal.
He felt that a war chief should not retreat in front of the enemy, even if the enemy was a dragon.
But now, he was standing here in person, feeling the sense of oppression, and he suddenly understood. Then, Skullcrusher War Chieftain yelled, "We can't let him continue! Interrupt him!"
Two figures rose from the ground at the same time and rushed towards the three giant dragons in the air.
Baroum and Kilrog, the two war chiefs, rushed towards Red Iron Dragon with indomitable momentum.
The big Shaman waved his staff and constructed a spell to strengthen and increase the two war chiefs.
Bloody light shot out from the head of the staff and enveloped the two men, causing their auras to surge, their muscles to swell, their veins to pop out, and their strength to exceed their previous limits.
Among the Nausir Legion in the rear, the eyes of the three Destiny Elf were fixed at the same time.
They immediately realized where the fulcrum of the war situation lay.
Red Emperor Pale Star is not a blind show of strength.
In his current special form, Dragon Breath is enough to destroy all obstacles.
What they have to do now is not to watch indifferently, or blindly drive the legions to fight against Orc. The best choice now is to support Red Iron Dragon and fight around this "destroying fort".
Elarian, Talamond, Veylan.
The three Elf Destiny Rank looked at each other.
Needless to say, strategies changed in an instant.
"In the name of Nausir, we will definitely win!"
The great knight of Sun Yao raised his sword high.
Above Nausir Legion, the silvery-white military formation's brilliance gathered toward him like a tide.
It is the trust and support of countless Elf warriors that turns into substantial light and pours into Talamond's body.
Sun Elf is wearing a halo like Solar Corona, and the whole figure is like a burning star, facing Baroum and Kilrog at an astonishing speed, with the knight's shield lying in front of him.
At the same time, Veylan folded his hands.
The secret texture spread from her left arm to her whole body, winding, climbing, and extending like vines, leaving dense silver lines on her skin.
Her eyes became deep and hollow.
It's as if the vision has penetrated reality and landed on some more essential level.
Countless invisible threads of mysticism were thrown out by her.
Those threads are invisible and intangible, but they are real. They are as thin and tough as spider silk, entwining the bodies, wills, and souls of the two Orc war chiefs----
Weaken, retard, curse.
Her secret technique is not as brilliant as Dragon Breath or other spells, and most people don't even know what is happening.
But they were like tarsal maggots, quietly penetrating into the bodies of the two war chiefs, making their movements unknowingly obscure and heavy.
At the same time, there are also arcane threads that provide amplification and enhancement to the Great Knight of Sunlight.
But Shaman was stronger than Veylan. The staff waved again, and the bloody light washed through the bodies of the two war chiefs, dispelling part of the curse of the secret technique.
The weakening effect of Veylan is limited.
Under the spell amplification of Shaman, the two war chiefs are still more powerful than before. Although their speed and strength have been weakened a bit, the base number is too large, and it is still terrifying even after cutting off part of it.
Elarian didn't move.
She just took off the Moonweeping Longbow on her back.
Noise an arrow and draw it full.
The bow string trembled and made a low hum.
The arrow light formed a twisted halo around her body, and tiny moon-white light danced along the arrow shaft, making a subtle crackling sound.
Silver-White Arrow didn't shoot out, but the edge was ready.
The scalps of the two war chiefs were numb.
They dare not ignore the arrow.
They have a strong sense of danger. Once they reveal a flaw, arrows will cross the space and pierce their heads.
It's this moment of distraction and containment.
The Sun Knight has inserted himself between them.
The shield blocks battle ax blows.
The great knight's sword collided with Skullcrusher War Hammer, causing a deafening roar.
With the involvement and support of his own team Destiny Rank, the Sunshine Knight was one against two in the front, and was not losing at all.
At the same time, with the fate of the Destiny Ranks, many Legendary Realms in both camps could not hold back.
Orc's Legendary Realm warrior roared into the sky.
Each of their bodies is bigger than the last, their bodies are covered with war tattoos, they hold various weapons in their hands, and their auras are rough and violent.
Elf, Dwarf, humans, dragons, Giant's Legendary Realm strong men all came forward at the same time.
Between the sky and the earth, auras of the Legendary Realm level collided with each other.
The battlefield was torn into two layers.
Below are the two legions that have not completely collided.
Dark green and silver are like two angry ocean currents, approaching each other with unstoppable momentum.
The ground trembled, and the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere. The Elfs all pointed their spears forward, and the Orcs beat their chests and let out thundering war cries.
Above, Red Iron Dragon of Ashen Annihilation Form is the center.
Many Legendary Realm surrounded him, and a more dangerous fight started around him. Energy storms gathered in the sky, spells and blood intertwined, and swords and scales collided.
The prelude to the war started completely at this moment.
At the same time.
High in the sky, the breath of three giant dragons paused.
Bloodskull Wall is already full of dents and cracks.
Like cracks on the bark of a dead tree, they spread from the point of impact to all directions, densely packed.
The great chief's face was solemn, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper, as if something had carved him again.
She saw that the dragon's breathing finally stopped, but she still did not relax. The staff in her hand stood steadily, trying to maintain the operation of Bloodskull Wall while increasing the power of the two war chiefs.
In the imperial-level battlefield, the soldiers under the Legendary Realm themselves are not important.
However, the legionary battle formation they formed is very important.
Because this is a huge increase for the existence of our own Legendary Realm, and even Destiny Rank Legendary. A Destiny Rank blessed by the will of the legion, and a Destiny Rank fighting alone, the combat effectiveness is completely two concepts.
So this kind of war will be divided into different levels.
No matter which layer gains an advantage, it will radiate to the other layer, and then gradually achieve a comprehensive victory. If the military formation is broken, Legendary Realm will face more pressure; if Legendary Realm falls, the military formation will lose its protection.
If the legion is allowed to be destroyed by Red Iron Dragon, the battle at the Legendary Realm level will also be one-sided.
"Although this barrier is crumbling, it still holds on tenaciously."
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly and locked onto the old warlock who built Bloodskull Wall.
According to known information, this is a top level 39 warlock, at the same level as Dragon King, and the top Legendary Realm below Saint Realm and Immortal Realm.
However, the gap still exists.
Saltoya is not like Dragonkin.
Dragonkin In addition to having to face old age, the body becomes stronger with age, the scales become thicker, and Dragon Breath becomes stronger. There is no such thing as old age and weakness.
Today's Bloodskull and Shaman are already very old and it is difficult for them to exert their full power.
But even so, the Bloodskull Wall she constructed is still extremely strong.
Ashen Annihilation Dragon Breath, which resisted Garos head-on, did not collapse in a short period of time.
But this is only temporary.
"One bite of Dragon Breath can't destroy it, so two bites."
Garos raised his head slightly, expanded his chest, and took a deep breath. He absorbed the countless embers of energy remaining in the air, and the previous consumption of Dragon Breath was quickly replenished.
His chest rose and fell accordingly.
But this is not a sign of exhaustion, it is more like a giant beast taking a short breath after swallowing its prey.
The air surrounding him was twisted, and the dark red particles from the embers formed a dark halo around him, reflecting the surrounding sky like the twilight of doomsday.
It doesn't even take a minute.
He will be able to violently Dragon Breath again.
The Bloodskull Wall that is now full of cracks and dents will be completely Shatter. Those ghosts can no longer hold on. If you add one more, there will be nothing left.
And just as Red Iron Dragon was recovering from breathing, a figure suddenly emerged from behind the Orc army.
He is inconspicuous.
He is just a sturdy humanoid wearing a heavy cloak, mixed in the array of the Orc Legion. At first glance, he is no different from the surrounding Orc warriors.
But the moment his feet lifted off the ground.
The cloak was torn into pieces by the power gushing from the inside, and the cloth turned into powder in the violent energy, revealing the true appearance underneath.
The dark silver scales glowed with a bluish coldness, and each scale was like polished metal with sharp edges.
The thick tail trailed behind it, drawing an arc in the air.
The crown of horns extending back from his forehead looks like some kind of ancient crown, making his face between a dragon and a human even more ferocious.
His size expanded rapidly as he rose.
The characteristics of Dragonkin continue to strengthen as the body grows. The humanoid outline is quickly diluted, the arms become thicker and longer, the claws pop out from the fingertips, the back arches, and the tail becomes longer and stronger.
In the blink of an eye, he completely transformed into an out-and-out giant dragon.
Ancient Chromium Dragon.
Dark silver scales cover the whole body, like the ice formed on the lake in late winter. The wingspan is wide, and the frame of the wing membrane is covered with frost flowers. As the wings flap, they fall down, and there is a thick circle of cold flames on the neck, surging like a lion's mane, freezing the surrounding air white.
Deep Frost Tyrant, Claude.
The dragon's eyes locked on the dark figure in the sky, and its pupils shrank into a vertical slit.
"A hybrid of red and iron."
"----Smells like red-hot iron."
Looking at Red Iron Dragon from a distance, Deep Frost Tyrant couldn't help but stir his tongue in his mouth, saliva overflowed, and his fangs were covered with sticky saliva.
He instinctively felt a deep longing.
I want to eat that dragon, chew it up, swallow it, and become a part of myself.
World-Devouring Throat·Flesh Ladder.
Every time you devour a strong enough opponent in battle, you will permanently gain part of the opponent's attributes or resistance. The way you grow is by eating strong enemies.
When Deep Frost Tyrant became Destiny Rank, some characteristics were merged and sublimated into World-Devouring Throat.
Flesh Ladder is one of its main effects.
Phew!
Claude's wings flapped violently.
Countless cold air was wrapped in the strong wind, spreading in all directions with him as the center. Wherever the ice crystals passed, the water vapor condensed into snowflakes and then froze instantly, forming a long white mark across the sky, like a crack in the sky.
He headed straight for Red Iron Dragon.
"Is it Deep Frost Tyrant?!"
"Orc actually cooperated with such a crazy dragon."
Without any time to think, the arcane sage raised his arm covered with arcane runes, and all the runes from his wrist to his shoulders lit up at the same moment.
Countless slender and tough moon-white chains were formed out of thin air, with Binding Spell shrunk to the extreme etched on the links.
They wrap around Chromium Dragon's limbs, wingspan, neck, and tail.
Then, tighten.
Countless Binding Spell were activated at the same time, and silver light circulated on the surface of the chain, trying to completely block the dragon's movements.
But----too fragile.
Ancient Chromium Dragon just continued to flap his wings and sprint forward. The chain tightened on his body, making a creaking sound, and the chain links made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the scales.
Boom boom boom!
The chains began to break, shattering piece by piece, completely unable to stop the dragon's collision.
Gluttonous Body.
You never stop eating, and your body has become accustomed to the state of constant consumption. Your upper limit of physical fitness, strength, and energy reserves are far beyond normal Dragonkin. Your body is always ready to digest the next meal.
Veylan's brows furrowed.
Her right arm was raised again, ready to cast the second secret technique.
However, because the secret technique was abruptly torn off just now, she suffered some backlash. Several runes on her right arm were dimmed, and she was unable to cast the second secret technique immediately.
However, the moment delayed by the chain was enough for another attack to arrive.
"Ha!"
Talamond let out a low war cry.
The Grand Knight of the Sun was temporarily away from the fight with the two Orc War Chiefs.
Elarian's arrow became sharper in an instant, locking the head, forcing Baroum to take half a step back, and Kilrog was smashed open by the shield of the Sun Yao Grand Knight.
In this gap of less than a second, Talamond turned around and raised the sword in his hand above his head.
Sunfire burned on the blade.
The white light condensed, compressed, and shaped on the sword, and finally turned into a giant sword light that stretched across the sky.
The edge of the sword light was so sharp that it was almost invisible, as if a slit had been cut into the space. In the center was a white line that was enough to burn the retina, too bright to look directly at.
Talamond swings his sword.
The sword light flew out from the blade, tearing the air, and slashed straight towards the dragon's head.
Deep Frost Tyrant did not hide.
He opened his mouth, and every fang glowed with a deep light.
The inside of his mouth is a kind of bottomless Blue Dragon, as if it is leading to some void space, rather than inside a living thing. Looking inside, it feels hollow and nothing can be seen.
And his dragon kisses the front.
The sword light became smaller as it got closer, and the space was distorted and compressed.
Cack!
The dragon's upper and lower jaws suddenly closed, and the teeth collided with each other, making a dull sound of metal and stone. The shrunken sword light was instantly crushed by its fangs.
Broken light burst out from between the teeth, like chewed sparks.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down once, swallowing all the bitten energy, and let out a grunt of satisfaction in his throat.
World-Devouring Throat·Spell Devouring.
When you were extremely hungry, you bit into flames and thunder. When your fangs or oral cavity come into contact with energy, you can compress and solidify it, bite it into pieces and swallow it.
World-Devouring Throat·All Things Edible.
You can swallow matter and energy, including flesh and blood, metal, curses, magic - use them as food, there is nothing you can't eat.
Flesh Ladder, Spell Devouring, All Things Edible.
The three together form the World-Devouring Throat, Destiny Rank characteristics, and are also the strong foundation of Deep Frost Tyrant Claude.
"The taste is the same as Elf, a little sweet, but not filling."
Chromium Dragon licked his lips, and there was still a glint of sword light on his fangs, and he rolled them into his mouth.
His self-reflection did not move away from Dark Red Iron Dragon.
And all this happened in a very short period of time, Veylan's chain only blocked him for less than two breaths, Talamond's sword light was bitten into pieces and swallowed by him, and the two Elf Destiny Rank's interceptions failed to really stop him.
The other side.
Elarian's face was solemn, the arrow's light was as cold as the frosty moon, it was trembling slightly, and it was almost about to fly out.
But she still endured it.
This arrow can hurt Chromium Dragon, but that's all.
And when she shoots this arrow, the two war chiefs will have no scruples in a short time. Baroum and Kilrog will rush towards Red Iron Dragon like wild horses, and the Sun Knight cannot stop them.
Each Legendary Realm has its own battle.
Destiny Dragon is hard to stop.
Now she can only choose to completely trust Red Emperor Pale Star.
At the same time, Deep Frost Tyrant continues to rise.
He passed through the figures fighting each other, like a cold winter storm, wrapping everything in his path into cold and hunger, and other Legendary Realms shunned him.
In this way, he crossed the airspace where the Legendary Realms were fighting.
And higher up in the sky, three Ashen Annihilation Dragon lowered their huge heads and locked their eyes on the figure that was charging straight towards them.
Eye contact.
At this moment, Red Iron Dragon saw his unabashed hunger, and Chromium Dragon also understood his current hunger in Red Iron Dragon's eyes.
"Haha, you and I are the same kind! Really the same kind!"
Deep Frost Tyrant let out a roar of laughter.
"Red Emperor Pale Star, my kind! I will give you the greatest respect, eat you, let your flesh and blood merge with mine, and become me to climb the highest level!"
Similar?
Red Iron Dragon's eyes were indifferent, and his three pairs of vertical pupils looked coldly at the approaching figure.
How could he be the same kind as a crazy dragon?
What nonsense.
Deep Frost Tyrant did not stop while talking.
He has extremely rich combat experience. Looking at Red Iron Dragon's body structure and previous attack methods, he has concluded that Red Iron Dragon is good at long-range destruction attacks.
That's why he chose this moment to get up and get closer while he was breathing.
After getting up close, the long-range advantage will become a disadvantage, and his fangs and claws will have the upper hand.
Dark Red Iron Dragon's three pairs of vertical pupils locked onto the dark silver figure charging straight at the same time.
Claude was traveling extremely fast, and the ice storm set off by its wingspan trailed a white trail behind it, like a comet dragging its tail.
The distance between the two quickly shortened.
The greed and hunger surging in Chromium Dragon's eyes were clearly visible. Garos could even see himself reflected in his pupils, with three songs, dark scales, and burning light patterns.
He didn't retreat.
At Ashen Annihilation Form, due to the expansion of the chest cavity, changes in the structure of the dragon scales, etc., his center of gravity and speed were affected, so he was not very agile.
His body became heavier, his center of gravity moved forward, and his steering was not as flexible as usual.
Besides, he didn't need to retreat.
The last energy cycle has been completed in the body.
The light patterns between the cracks in the scales rose to incandescence again, like the blazing sun, and the breastplate became transparent, radiating circles of light outwards.
He has recovered.
Usually Dragonkin takes a long time to relieve itself after a large-scale continuous exhalation. The consumption of Dragon Breath is no joke. Continuous exhalation will burn the throat, fatigue the lungs, and overheat the body.
But Garos under Ashen Annihilation Form does not have these problems.
His body was born for this.
The dragon's kisses opened at the same time.
Three big mouths and six rows of fangs.
Deep in the throat, a new round of Dragon Breath has completed condensation, and the light is rolling in the throat.
Claude remained calm and concentrated.
In his long life, he had fought with more than one Dragonkin.
Dragon Breath is Calamity to ordinary creatures, but it is not impossible to deal with Dragonkin of the same level.
Because there is a forward swing, which requires energy accumulation, and there is a short-term stiffness in the direction of the injection, as long as one's own condition is intact, the trajectory can be changed at the moment before release, and one can dodge easily.
This is Dragonkin's basic common sense in fighting, and it is also the confidence he has to dare to charge head-on.
But he soon discovered that he was wrong.
Three Dragon Breath burst out at the same time, turning into a straight columnar torrent.
The speed is incredibly fast.
It was like, one moment he saw light biting between the dragon's fangs, and the next moment, the torrent of destruction had appeared in front of him, very close at hand, sweeping across.
Claude was shocked.
His wings suddenly folded in, and his body rolled sideways in the air.
A streak of Dragon Breath passed by less than half a meter away from the left wing. The high temperature burned the edge of the wing membrane. The frost instantly evaporated into white vapor, leaving a burnt black edge on the wing membrane. The smell of burning penetrated the nostrils.
Chromium Dragon had no time to feel the pain, and another Dragon Breath followed closely.
He sank suddenly, letting Dragon Breath pass over his back. The heat radiation penetrated the scales, causing bursts of burning sensation and a streak of Dragon Breath, blocking his sinking route.
This time, there is no escape.
Deep Frost Tyrant Open your mouth.
The space between the fangs is distorted, and the Spell Devouring effect is activated.
His mouth is like a bottomless pit, forcibly compressing, solidifying, biting and swallowing the energy at the forefront of Dragon Breath.
At the same time, a strange color flashed across his vertical pupils.
It's too hot.
Hot mouth.
The burning sensation spread from the tip of the tongue to the mouth, and then all the way down the esophagus. It was like an ordinary flesh and blood swallowing a ball of burning molten iron, and the internal organs were burned and painful.
The energy density of this Dragon Breath far exceeds expectations.
Even with his current swallowing ability, it is difficult to decompose it quickly.
However, the burning feeling in his belly actually alleviated Deep Frost Tyrant's hunger, and his dragon's face showed morbid excitement, as if he was enjoying the pain.
Then he speeded up again.
Only close.
Only by tearing apart the scales with fangs and piercing the chest with claws can the battle be truly ended. However, the moment he accelerated, three Dragon Breath changed directions at the same time.
Dragon Breath is straight and cannot be bent.
What changes direction is the source.
The dragon turned its neck.
His thick and long neck was turning with a flexibility that was disproportionate to his body shape.
The main head moved first, and the trajectory of its snout caused Dragon Breath to sweep out an arc-shaped fan in the air, chasing Claude's rolling body. The other two heads followed closely, outflanking it from the left and right sides.
Three pillars of blazing fire crossed, separated, and crossed again in the sky.
A fire net with almost no dead ends was woven out, reflected in Deep Frost Tyrant's tightened pupils.
Dragon Breath is powerful, but one of the costs is direction locking.
Once you start to exhale, the reaction force will cause the body to become temporarily stiff, and the neck muscles will be under tremendous pressure, making it almost impossible to turn in a large way.
But the dragon in front of me is not subject to these restrictions at all.
The thick and long neck turned extremely flexibly, and Dragon Breath then drew a wall of fire in the air, each one blocking the route he tried to get closer to.
Too fast.
Too fast!
Claude's wings flapped wildly, making sharp turns one after another in the air, as if dancing on swords. His body was almost twisted into a twist, and the wing membranes flapped violently in the high temperature, causing strong winds and heat waves to mix together.
But Dragon Breath kept talking and had no intention of stopping.
Red Iron Dragon had a look of satisfaction in his eyes, enjoying the dance presented by Ancient Chromium Dragon.
He was being forced to turn sharply to the left when another Dragon Breath passed by from the right, grazing his body and burning his scales red. The edges curled up, revealing the tender red skin underneath.
He was forced to roll backwards, and three Dragon Breath crossed over from where he was just now.
The air at the intersection was directly ionized into a plasma state, a mushroom cloud exploded, and the shock wave pushed him outward.
Chromium Dragon had to change direction again as more Dragon Breath followed.
Every time he tried to get closer, he was forced back.
He wanted to get closer to Red Iron Dragon, but instead of shortening the distance, it gradually widened. His fangs, sharp claws, and devouring throat all required close proximity to be used, but now he couldn't even get close.
The duration of Dark Red Iron Dragon and Dragon Breath far exceeded his estimate, and the rear-end collision speed was also the same.
Even, it is getting faster and faster.
Garos is focused on nothing else, and his control over Ashen Annihilation Form is becoming more and more proficient, and Dragon Breath will naturally come faster and faster.
Moreover, even if his Dragon Breath is avoided, it will form embers.
Those embers are scattered in the air, and the radiated energy can also be absorbed by the scales and wing membranes when he spits out Dragon Breath, making his mouthful of Dragon Breath very long-lasting.
The moment Claude rolled over to dodge again.
Another Dragon Breath swept from a tricky angle, sweeping across a large area of his back.
Zizzi!
The dark silver scales were instantly burned to red, and fine cracks appeared on the surface.
Claude let out an angry groan. The muscles in his back twitched violently under the high temperature, and his movements were sluggish. It was this short delay that caused more Dragon Breath to swarm in.
Chromium Dragon had to retreat, trading distance for dodge space.
He was pushed further and further away.
Unprecedented embarrassment.
Deep Frost Tyrant was angry because of this, with a look of madness in his eyes.
After retreating just now, he waved his dragon wings as if losing his mind and flew straight towards Red Iron Dragon.
This is like asking for death.
Phew!
Three Ashen Annihilation Dragon Breaths surged forward, quickly gathered together, and crashed into his front.
At this moment, a cunning light flashed in Chromium Dragon's eyes.
Winter Famine.
He roared low, centering on himself, and the infinite chill was instantly released.
Moreover, this is not cold in the ordinary sense, but more like the devouring of heat, the withering of vitality, and the denial of all warm things.
Air temperatures within the range plummeted.
The remaining embers turned into gray dust after being swept by Dragon Breath, then froze and turned into gray-white powder, falling flutteringly.
Immediately afterwards, Ashen Annihilation Breath and Winter Famine collided head-on.
The high temperature and low temperature clashed wildly, evaporating a large amount of white vapor, like a wall, and Dragon Breath penetrated it without hesitation.
However, Dragon Breath also changed while traveling.
The diameter shrank, the energy density decreased, the color became dim, and the speed showed perceptible lag. At the same time, bursts of chill even affected the Red Iron Dragon body along the Dragon Breath.
The surface of his scales was covered with a thin layer of white frost, and heat was continuously being devoured and lost.
The white frost thickened rapidly, from a thin layer to a thick ice shell, spreading on the scales and making a crackling sound.
Deep Frost Tyrant seized this opportunity.
He passed through the energy gap left after Dragon Breath was weakened. The scales burned and crackled in the aftermath, and each one cracked and fell off, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.
But he didn't care.
His wings suddenly folded together, like two huge scythes crossing behind him, cutting the air with a sharp whistling sound, and his body was pulled into a straight line during the sprint.
Finally, he broke through the blockade.
Rush to the position a hundred meters in front of Red Iron Dragon.
For the giant dragon, this distance is already very close.
Chromium Dragon The upper and lower jaws are opened to the maximum angle like a python.
Each fang glows with a deep light, and the inside of the mouth is bottomless Blue Dragon, like a whirlpool leading to nothingness.
Spell Devouring effect activates between fangs.
The space is twisted into a spiral, sucking in all the surrounding light.
Claude's pupils shrank into a vertical line, reflecting the dragon's head that was getting closer and closer.
He could smell the other person's breath.
The smell of flames, metal, and the smell of burning ashes mixed together, making his instinctive hunger stronger and his fangs even more thirsty. Saliva dripped from between the teeth, pulling out streaks of silver threads in the air.
So, he suddenly thrust his neck forward.
The fangs were like unsheathed swords, piercing Red Iron Dragon's throat.
However, what awaited him was not the touch of broken dragon scales, nor the warmth of flesh and blood.
It's a giant claw slapping head-on!
Garos's body surface erupted with golden flames, dazzling and dazzling. The frosty white ice layer covering the scales exploded instantly, and the ice fragments scattered in all directions, revealing the hot dark scales.
The dark claws passed straight through the twisted space in front of the Chromium Dragon fangs.
The space was originally distorted like a vortex by the Spell Devouring effect, sucking in all the surrounding light, but Garos's claws broke directly in, tearing apart the twisted space, and slapped Chromium Dragon hard on the side of the head.
Bang!
The muffled sound was like a beating drum, shaking the surrounding air.
Claude's head was whipped to the side.
Two broken fangs flew out, spinning in the air to draw a bright silver arc. The upper and lower jaws hit each other hard, biting nothing. The upper and lower teeth collided with a clear clicking sound. The head was hit to the left nearly ninety degrees, and the cervical vertebrae made an overwhelming creaking sound, as if they were about to be twisted.
His mind was buzzing, his vision went black, and the scene in front of him turned into a blur of color.
The body loses balance and rolls sideways.
Confused.
Chromium Dragon's brain went blank for a moment.
Before charging, he envisioned countless Red Iron Dragon possible ways to respond.
The only thing he didn't expect was that this Red Iron Dragon, which he considered to be a glass cannon, not only did not retreat, but also took the initiative to meet him, interrupted his Spell-Devouring Fangs with a claw, and made his head buzz.
Just from this moment of confusion, more attacks followed.
Garos didn't give him a chance to breathe.
The main head slammed forward, and the hard forehead bones and dragon horns hit Chromium Dragon's face. Another sharp claw clasped the mane behind Chromium Dragon's neck, tightened the claws, pierced the skin, and pulled downwards.
Chromium Dragon's head was forced down.
Red Iron Dragon flapped its wings, twisted its body, swept its thick tail, and hit Chromium Dragon's side. The dark silver scales shattered on the spot, and Chromium Dragon was sent flying across the air, spinning half a circle in the air.
Claude shook his dizzy head, and an even crazier and fierce light burned in his vertical pupils.
He grinned, saliva mixed with blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
Then he pounced again.
Faster, harder, like a crazy wild dog.
The two giant dragons were entangled together.
Chromium Dragon's sharp claws clasped the edge of Garos's breastplate. The claws penetrated the gaps in the scales and tore them to both sides. Ashen Annihilation Form's scales were already fragile. With a few clicks, the surface of the breastplate cracked.
Garos Claw for claw.
The right claw tore Chromium Dragon's left shoulder, tearing it hard, tearing off a large piece of scale armor connected to the skin and flesh.
The blood spattered, but when it fell on him, it turned into ice crystals due to the cold air of Chromium Dragon, which adhered to the surface of the scales. His left claw pounded Chromium Dragon's abdomen at the same time, alternating fists and claws, and struck hard continuously, causing the scales to dent and form a lake of flesh and blood.
Chromium Dragon roared, thrust his head inward, and bit his fangs into the dragon's neck again.
Garos turned his head to dodge, his sharp teeth grazed the side of his neck, scraping off a few scales. Then, Chromium Dragon's tail wrapped around from below, tightly tied Red Iron Dragon's hind legs, and pulled him into his arms.
The distance was forcibly shortened.
The two giant dragons were almost in contact with each other, their claws tearing at each other's torsos, their scales rubbing against each other, making a harsh scraping sound, and broken scales flying everywhere.
Fang against fang, claw against claw, scale against scale.
Dragon scale fragments fell from the sky like a heavy rain.
Dark silver scales and dark black scales, mixed with the blood of the two, fell sharply during the struggle, and were still burning or freezing when they fell to the Legendary Realm battlefield below.
A fleeting opportunity.
Chromium Dragon's head suddenly popped up, his upper and lower jaws opened, and he bit down.
Click.
The fangs penetrated the dark scales, pierced into the muscles below, and bit the bone. Chromium Dragon shook his head and started tearing, trying to tear off the piece of meat and the bones.
In pain, Garos made a judgment.
Ashen Annihilation Form was not weak in melee combat, but compared with Destiny Dragon who specialized in melee combat like Deep Frost Tyrant, he was still at a disadvantage and suffered a bit.
This guy's fangs have an effect similar to his Spell-Annihilating Claw.
Not to be underestimated.
His thoughts were like lightning, Red Iron Dragon's right claw had been retracted, and golden-red light quickly gathered between the sharp claws.
A highly condensed Dragon Aura Bomb took shape in the blink of an eye, like a miniature sun, emitting scorching light and heat. Then, he pinched the sun-like Dragon Aura Bomb, without any hesitation, and smashed it directly into Chromium Dragon's chest at a faster speed than it could be retracted.
Boom!
A loud noise broke out between the two dragons.
Dazzling incandescent light engulfed their fitted torsos.
The scales on Chromium Dragon's chest were instantly exploded, revealing charred muscles and broken ribs. The shock wave penetrated from the back, and the scales on the back were also shaken up.
The mouth was forced loose, causing a splatter of flesh and blood, and a large gash was torn from Garos's body.
Chromium Dragon flew out upside down, rolling in the air, its wing membranes fanning randomly.
At the same time, as if adding fuel to the fire, the golden flames on Red Iron Dragon were burning fiercely. In the first stage, Aura Burst was almost full to the limit.
Chromium Dragon Before he could stabilize his body, Dragon Aura Bomb drowned him.
Rumble!
Dragon Aura Bomb exploded one after another, continuously, and in the bright light like the sun, the struggling figure of Deep Frost Tyrant could be vaguely seen, his limbs waving in the explosion, trying to maintain balance.
At the same time, he roared, and the space between the kisses continued to twist, and he actually tore out a passage forcibly, and was about to rush out.
He was greeted by three Ashen Annihilation Dragon Breath.
Boom!
Chromium Dragon was barely raising his head from Dragon Aura Bomb's serial bombardment when Dragon Breath hit him. Three Dragon Breath hit him at the same time, crossing and pinning him firmly.
He was pushed to the earth by irresistible force.
The dark silver body drew a sloping fall line in the air, and the friction with the air created an incandescent shock wave. The whole body was covered with a layer of bright firelight. Dragon Breath pushed against him, leaving him no chance to adjust his posture. He fell rapidly in the air, and then hit him firmly on Bloodskull Wall.
The barrier, which had been blasted full of cracks and dents, is slowly recovering.
Those phantom heads regrouped, filling the gaps, trying to make the wall complete again.
Until Ancient Chromium Dragon was pushed up by Dragon Breath and hit.
Collapse!
Countless head phantoms collapsed simultaneously at the point of collision between Chromium Dragon's back and the barrier, turning into light debris all over the sky.
Cracks spread crazily in all directions from the collision point, spreading like lightning, and the structural nodes that were previously supported by Dragon Breath collapsed one after another.
A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of Saltoya's mouth.
Her hands were trembling as she held the staff and raised it inch by inch.
The staff seemed to be extremely heavy. Every time she raised it an inch higher, her arms were shaking violently. The dent that Bloodskull Wall was knocked out rose up inch by inch, and the cracks slowly closed.
However.
Above the sky, Dark Red Iron Dragon breathed out continuously, and at the same time slowly stretched its broad wings.
On the surface of the wing membrane, burning dark red light patterns light up at the same time, starting from the bones of the wing root and spreading along the veins of the wing membrane to the edge of the wing tip.
The entire wingspan was like a lit battle flag, making a hunting sound in the darkness.
One Dragon Aura Bomb after another condensed and formed under his wings.
When Ashen Annihilation Form, the effect of Spell-Annihilating Claw became weaker. Instead, the texture of his wings had a similar effect, and he could directly condense Dragon Aura Bomb without using his claws.
They are like the scorching sun and stars, hanging under the wingspan of Red Iron Dragon, densely packed and countless.
Garos lowered his eyes and looked down at Chromium Dragon, who was still resisting, and Bloodskull Wall, which was full of cracks.
Then, the dragon wings waved.
Dragon Aura Bomb under the wings fell from the sky like a swarm of meteorites, dragging dark red tail flames and creating countless light traces in the sky.
It's like the whole sky is falling.
Together with Dragon Breath, they fall on Chromium Dragon and Bloodskull Wall.
Chromium Dragon's entire body was swallowed up.
Bloodskull Wall couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed as a whole.
Countless phantom heads were wiped out in wailing, and the backlash was transmitted to every Orc warrior at the same time. Many of them vomited blood, held their heads in their hands and knelt on the ground, and some even fainted.
Saltoya's withered body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his back.
She wanted to recite the next prayer, but the blood foam rising in her throat and the loud bang of more Dragon Aura Bomb hitting the ground blocked her voice.
It's like the end is coming.
Every time Dragon Aura Bomb lands, a mushroom cloud will rise.
Dazzling and gorgeous light blooms one after another in the dark green Ocean, one after another, continuously.
Orc's armor melted and deformed under the high temperature and stuck to the skin; their weapons were burned into molten iron before landing; their bodies were turned into coke in the flames, then shattered into powder under the shock wave, and were swept high into the sky by the hot wind.
This is just the beginning.
Red Iron Dragon stopped breathing, revealing the charred remains of Chromium Dragon.
"Unstoppable and irresistible."
"Shout my name, Red Emperor Pale Star! Destroyer of All Things! Despicable insects, I will give you destruction! Give you a glorious death!"
The giant dragon's eyes showed pleasure and he opened his dragon kiss again.
Boom!
Three divine punishment-like pillars Dragon Breath then shifted and intersected to form lava ravines on the ground.
The Orc warrior who was swept away didn't even have time to scream and was vaporized, not even ashes were left. There was no living thing wherever Dragon Breath passed. Only dark red embers flowed on the surface, radiating a terrifying heat wave that distorted the air.
Orc's front line was cut away layer by layer.
sky.
earth.
Reflected in dark red.
The thick dust cloud was illuminated from below by Dragon Breath and the light of the explosion, turning into a dark red dome, as if the entire sky was immersed in a pool of blood.
Countless ashes danced in the air.
All the debris was turned into tiny black particles in the flames, swept high into the sky by the hot wind, and then slowly fell like snowflakes.
Nausir military formation on the other side.
Elf, humans, dragons, Giant----they looked at this scene, feeling deep trembling in their hearts, and stood there blankly.
Under normal circumstances.
They should rush over at this time, attack the enemy, further disintegrate the enemy, advance the front, and provide maximum support to their own Legendary Realms.
But now, it is completely unnecessary.
Even in the past, it will only be annihilated by the enemy without distinction between friends and foes. It is better to stay where you are and watch this one-sided feast of destruction.
Many Elf are in a trance.
They sang war songs tragically before, and were already prepared to sacrifice for the empire, but now...Elfs looked at each other, suddenly feeling as if they had nothing to do with themselves.
The sky and the earth have become a stage.
Legendary Realm are foils, even the existence of Destiny Rank is no exception.
And there is only one real protagonist.
Red Emperor Pale Star hanging high in the sky, Aura Emperor from Atlant.
"No!"
The two war chiefs, numerous Orc Legendary Realm, each with their eyes split open, rushed towards Red Iron Dragon like crazy in an attempt to prevent his destruction. If his breath and Dragon Aura Bomb continued to spread, the entire legion would be wiped out.
However, the Legion is already collapsing.
The military formation's increase dissipated, and they inevitably became weaker.
The power of blessing on my body recedes like the tide, my movements become dull, and my reactions become slow.
On the contrary, the Nausir side has already seen victory, there is no need to fight at all, and the morale of the army is skyrocketing.
The increase rate Legendary Realm received also became higher.
Under the circumstances, Orc Legendary Realm had no time to take care of themselves and could not break out of the blockade. They were tightly entangled by Elf's Legendary Realms, unable to escape at all, and were continuously hit hard.
"What kind of monster is this-"
A Orc elite looked up at the sky, his voice trembling.
Saltoya is speechless.
She stood behind the legion, leaning on her staff, her withered body crumbling.
She constructed spell after spell in an attempt to slow down the disaster, but all of them were disintegrated, and she could only barely protect the lives of some soldiers.
"Retreat."
"All troops, retreat!"
Finally, Chief Bloodskull accepted the fate of being defeated by Power of One Dragon and ordered a retreat.
At the same time, looking at Dragon Breath that never stopped and Dragon Aura Bomb that filled the sky like a scorching sun, her expression became calm.
A change happened to her.
On Yu Ku's skin, the criss-crossing wrinkles were smoothed by some invisible force and disappeared one by one.
The slack muscles are tightened again, and the shriveled body is filled again.
Her back straightened, and she transformed from a rickety old woman into a tall and straight woman, her aura rising continuously, like a rekindled volcano.
The younger Saltoya raised the bone staff again.
A huge dark red ripple spurted out from the top of the staff, mixed with countless ancient runes.
The ripples passed by continuously.
Twist and block Dragon Breath, wrap, twist and rebound Dragon Aura Bomb.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bounced Dragon Aura Bomb flew towards the sky, forming a ball of shining fireballs, which caused the Legendary Realms in the melee to disperse one after another, and forced Red Iron Dragon to interrupt its breathing and flap its wings to dodge sideways.
Baroum let out an unwilling roar and forced the great knight of Sun Yao back half a step with his sword light.
Then, he turned around and flew towards the ripples.
Other Orc Legendary Realm also followed suit and began to retreat in the passage built by Saltoya with life.
Dark Red Iron Dragon lowered his eyes and stared at the younger Chief Bloodskull.
He opened the dragon's kiss slightly, but then he felt a sense of danger. His honed intuition told him that if he continued, Saltoya might turn all the blame on him.
If a top Destiny Rank warlock trades lives with him, the risk is too high.
It is enough to achieve this level now, there is no need to work hard for Nausir.
Garos's destructive desire has almost been released. He had a great time and is now very calm.
He quickly completed the balance, then closed the dragon's kiss, and the light in his chest gradually extinguished, revealing a somewhat weak appearance, and the light patterns between his scales also became dim.
Just then.
A dark silver figure emerged from the scorched earth.
Deep Frost Tyrant Claude.
Before, he was lying in the lava on the ground, his whole body was charred, his dark silver scales turned into charcoal black, and almost blended into the surrounding scorched earth. His wing membranes were in tatters, like rags burned on both sides by fire, full of holes, his bones were broken, his internal organs were exposed, his eyes were closed tightly, and he had no breath at all.
Like a corpse abandoned on the battlefield.
But he opened his eyes again.
A low gurgling sound came from his throat, like a hungry ghost crawling out of the grave.
Last Feast.
When your life is dying, your energy is exhausted, and your body is on the verge of collapse, your desire to devour will be amplified to the extreme. Your body will ignore all pain. All your attacks will have the Life Drain effect, and your World-Devouring Roar effect will be maximized.
"Red Emperor Pale Star!"
Deep Frost Tyrant roared, and the frost covering his body condensed into a thin shell, wrapping the exposed internal organs and temporarily fixing the broken bones.
His body rose into the sky and shot straight towards Red Iron Dragon in the sky.
Isn't this dead?
Sure enough, no dragon at Destiny Rank level can be underestimated.
Garos lowered his head and stared at Chromium Dragon. The light that had just extinguished in the chest lit up again, and the light pattern became blazing white again.
However, Chromium Dragon did not pounce on him.
When approaching Orc Legendary Realm, Chromium Dragon's right wing suddenly folded to one side, its body drew an arc in the air, and rushed towards Orc.
Scarlet War Chieftain Baroum.
He was in the process of retreating, and his body was covered with sword marks left by the Great Knight of Sun Yao. They were deep to the bone and shallow to the flesh. He was also hit by an arrow from Silver-White Arrow. Although he avoided the vital point and the arrow was nailed to his shoulder, his condition was still extremely bad.
Chromium Dragon is too fast.
When Scarlet War Chieftain came back to his senses, the chill from Winter's Hunger had already covered his whole body, making his movements slightly stiff.
At this moment, Chromium Dragon had already pounced on him.
The upper and lower jaws are opened to the extreme angle, World-Devouring Roar is exerted to the limit, and the Spell Devouring effect spins wildly in the mouth, forming a bottomless vortex, sucking Baroum's Destiny Domain, his flesh and blood, and his body into the vortex.
The dignified Destiny Rank just disappeared.
Swallow it in one gulp.
Chromium Dragon's throat rolled, making a grunting sound of satisfaction.
After just one sip, his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, the charred scales became shiny again, and the cracks began to heal.
Although the flesh and blood of a Destiny War Chieftain is not as good as that of a dragon of the same level, it is enough to revive him on the verge of death.
But this is not enough.
Deep Frost Tyrant glanced at the imposing Elfs, and then looked at the fleeing Orc army.
He swooped down.
Like a meteorite falling from the sky, it hit directly into the array of Orc Legion.
His body rolled, bit and devoured inside, and each roll brought a bloody wind. Countless Orc shrank like ants and were sucked into his mouth. He even skipped chewing and swallowed them directly.
The two Orc Legendary Realm tried to stop him, but they both became the prey of his mouth.
"Claude!"
An angry voice sounded.
Chromium Dragon turned to look at Chief Bloodskull, with bloodshot eyes still hanging from the corners of his mouth, and grinned. "I'm sorry, Saltoya, I said that when my hunger is unbearable, your Orc flesh and blood can be used to stuff my teeth."
After saying that, he suddenly stretched his wings and soared into the sky again.
"Red Emperor Pale Star."
"We will meet again later! Let's fight another day, and next time you will be the object of my mouth!"
Chromium Dragon said a cruel word, and then took advantage of the chaos to escape. In the blink of an eye, his figure turned into a black spot on the horizon, and then completely disappeared into the thick dust cloud, leaving only a trail of frost that gradually dissipated.
"Orc is escaping. We need to pursue the victory. How is your condition?"
The Great Knight of Sun Yao came to Red Iron Dragon's side and asked.
His armor was stained with Orc's blood, and his breathing was a little short, but his eyes were still sharp.
Garos said without changing his expression, "Extremely weak."
Sun Elf glanced at him with a strange look in his eyes.
This Red Emperor is breathing evenly. Although there are some scars on his body from the battle with Chromium Dragon, he does not feel weak at all.
Extremely weak?
He doesn't believe it.
Moreover, the strange thing is that the dragon retains a Dragon Qi head, its eyes are shining with a strange light, and it is constantly fine-tuning its angle, as if it is watching something locked.
Talamond didn't ask too much and said too much.
He nodded and then gave a knightly salute to Red Iron Dragon.
"Red Emperor Pale Star, Garos·Ignas, on behalf of all the soldiers who did not have to sacrifice their lives in this battle, I would like to express my highest respect to you."
"I hope from the bottom of my heart that you and Nausir can always stand on the same side."
After saying that, he went after Orc Legendary Realm.
Red Iron Dragon did not flap its wings, but hung quietly in the sky.
A head looks down, watching the waves of small things retreat and catch up.
The retreating dark green tide surged to the south, followed closely by the pursuing silver-white tide. There was a scorched death zone between the two, filled with deep pits and ravines, filled with lava, like purgatory.
The other head remained dynamic, its eyes flickering like stars, never moving away from a certain direction.
And this war has gradually come to an end.
New Calendar 564.
The Nausir Empire army, headed by Destiny Rank, launched a full-scale counterattack against Cantum.
Red Emperor Pale Star assisted Nausir in the Blackstone Wasteland war zone, and used Power of One Dragon to create the doomsday Calamity. With an unstoppable and irreversible attitude, Bloodskull Legion was defeated head-on, and Ancient Chromium Dragon was forced to retreat with heavy losses. Claude, Dragon Might huanghuang, famous Orotara.
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