Above the clouds, the sky is as clear as water.
Red Iron Dragon hangs high in the sky over the kingdom's territory, with its wings folded on its back, its arms folded around its chest, and its two thick hind limbs hanging naturally.
This nearly upright posture is rare on Dragonkin.
It's like standing on an invisible staircase, overlooking the vast land beneath your feet.
At this time, the sunlight poured down, reflecting his seamless scales. The sharp edges on his elbows and knees were folded and folded, forming slightly raised ridges at the joints.
He lowered his eyes and looked down, Aura Kingdom stretched in his field of vision.
Farmland, towns, rivers, mines, everything is in order.
Smoke rises from cities and villages, caravans meander along the road, and the fields on the plains surge with green waves.
Everything is moving and everything is under His will.
He also saw some figures looking up.
Tiny mortal things, the people of Aura are following their king with awe.
The dragon's gaze crossed the borders of the kingdom and turned to the west.
The skyline is covered with gray-blue thunderclouds, and on another piece of land under the thunderclouds, there is a dragon entrenched.
Storm Dragon, Lamorien.
Atlant is the last piece of land that does not belong to Aura.
Each Temple stands under the thunder clouds, where the Dragon Queen's will flows.
Garos stared at the west, eyes slightly narrowed, maintaining a suspended posture, tail swinging slowly behind him, like a patient predator watching its prey.
"I am unstoppable now."
"The entire Atlant earth, and all small lives, should surrender under my feet."
The red dragon whispered in his heart.
Powerful power was still flowing within him.
From bones to scales, from muscles to claws, every cell is soaked in pure power compressed to the limit.
The price of sparkle has been paid, but the feeling of being above all else has not completely faded.
Storm Dragon, Lamorien.
There are also Bronze Dragon King, Sheffield.
The two figures flashed through his mind, and neither of them carried much weight.
The dragon's wings spread out.
There was no energy such as Magic Energy or Dragon Qi attached, and it was purely using muscle power to disturb the air, and the huge dragon body fell vertically from the sky.
The air scraped against the surface of the scales, causing a harsh scream, and was left behind.
At the moment when it was about to touch the ground, the dragon turned over.
When his feet stepped on the air, the shock wave spread to all sides, pushing the dust on the high platform into a neat circle. However, there was not even a crack on the platform under the feet.
The power control of this body has reached a meticulous level.
Garos stood upright on the high platform Dragon Court, not lying down or sitting down.
This new form made him more accustomed to standing upright. The structure of his spine allowed him to adapt to this posture. His center of gravity fell between his legs, his tail extended backwards as a balance body, and his forelimbs hung in front of him, ready to unleash an attack that could tear everything to pieces.
"Come see me."
Garos summons three of his blood relatives through Mind Link.
He didn't wait long.
Three dragon shadows flew from different directions and approached one after another.
Sorog arrived first.
Iron Dragon was stunned for a moment when he saw Garos, and his eyes swept across his body from top to bottom.
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Samantha arrived, unceremoniously pushed Iron Dragon away, and landed on the high platform.
It is different from the calmer reaction of Sorog.
The red dragon's eyes widened and a cloud of sparks erupted from his nose.
"This is so true!"
Her voice was full of uncontrollable excitement, "Red scales, Garos, my dear brother, you look like a real red dragon now. The dark black scales before were too dull. You are perfect now."
She walked half a circle around Garos, her tail wagging excitedly behind her.
Gordon landed last.
He also looked at Red-Iron Dragon with scrutiny in his eyes.
Garos's body was already strong, several times larger than several of his blood relatives. Now he stood upright, and the feeling of pressure increased sharply after the height of his body. The fellow dragons could only look up in front of him.
"Your current form looks like the dragon form Archdemon from Abyss."
Gordon described it, then paused and added, "However, Abyss Archdemon can't have you either.
,"So mighty and domineering!"
Samantha interrupted and finished the second half of his sentence.
While the two were talking, Sorog was quietly observing Red Iron Dragon, scanning his eyes and visor. He looked very carefully, unlike Samantha who only looked at the appearance, and unlike Gordon who only focused on the form itself.
"I have a vague feeling that besides your appearance, your temperament is also very different."
Sorog said, "It's not a superficial change, it's more like something coming from deep inside."
After hearing Iron Dragon's words, Gordon's mandible opened and closed slightly and took over the conversation.
"In the early stages of this mutation, Garos's personality will undergo some subtle changes, but the essence remains the same. It's not a big problem. It's harmless. Just get used to it and you'll be fine."
Sorog looked thoughtful and nodded.
Next to him, Garos looked calm and looked at the three blood relatives.
When they were talking, he did not interrupt, giving them time to adapt and accept their changes.
After Gordon finished his last sentence, he flicked his tail, and a medium-pitched voice sounded, attracting the attention of the three people.
Red Iron Dragon's eyes fell on the west.
"I called you here because I want to hear your opinions on Lord of Thunder."
Hearing his words, Sorog, who had kept up with the changes of the times, was the first to speak.
"Lord of Thunder, Lamorien, Destiny Storm Dragon, the apostles of the Dragon Queen."
"After receiving the grace of Deity, his power is not what it used to be, but the most important thing is not him himself, but the god behind him. Queen of Colors will not make a loss-making transaction. If she gives Lamorien power, she will definitely ask for some kind of reward."
Sorog paused for a breath and looked at the thunderclouds in the west.
"If we attack him, we are indirectly baring our teeth to the Dragon Queen.
"This isn't over yet."
"Bronze Dragon King, this Metal Dragon king is no longer bound by the oath and may come back at any time. If Storm Dragon is solved by us, he may initiate a trial against us."
With that said, Sorog raised his head, looked at Red Iron Dragon, and slowly expressed his conclusion.
"Maintaining the status quo, at least temporarily, is the safest option."
"We will not take any direct action against Lord of Thunder for the time being. We will continue to consolidate our strength and wait for a more suitable opportunity.
As long as Lamorien doesn't attack us, we don't need to attack him, time is on our side."
Red Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and did not respond.
"I agree with Sorog's judgment."
Gordon nodded slightly and echoed, "Three-quarters of Atlant are already in our hands, and the west will be within our grasp sooner or later."
"Sorog is right, time is on our side."
After hearing the words of the two blood relatives, Samantha puffed out black smoke from his nostrils.
"The flag of the kingdom should be planted all over Atlant Continent."
"Every mountain peak, every river, and every piece of wilderness should be engraved with the name Aura."
"But when I think that those lands are still under the claws of other dragons, my dragon scales feel as uncomfortable as being crawled by ants."
Samantha bared his teeth, then took a deep breath and suppressed his restlessness.
"But----Sorog and Gordon are right. If they provoke a conflict, it may bring unpredictable risks. I also feel that now is really not a good time to take action against Lord of Thunder.
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She paused and then added, "But what I want to do most is to fly to the west now, burn those Temple to ashes, and take back the west from the claws of the evil god."
After finishing speaking, the eyes of the three blood relatives fell on Garos at the same time, waiting for his response.
Under their gaze, Red Iron Dragon slowly shook his head and took a step forward.
"I was born to stand on top of everything, above everything else."
His voice was deep and slow.
The first sentence made the three blood relatives open their eyes wide.
"I've known this since the day I broke out of my shell."
"However, I chose to be patient. I bowed to the dragon that was stronger than me, compromised to the rules that I disdained, and smiled at those allies who were vulnerable but self-righteous."
"I told myself that this is necessary caution and the price that must be paid for growth."
He raised his head, and there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes.
"Now, I've had enough."
"Enough with the red tape, enough with the worries, enough with having to think of a way out before taking action, enough with the endless considerations, forbearance, and temporary aversion."
"These so-called strategies and patience have helped me survive and helped me get to where I am today."
"But now, they are turning into chains."
"I cannot tolerate shackles."
"I was born to do whatever I want, to stand above all things, without any taboos. Whether it is Lamorien or Sheffield, no matter who is my enemy, they are destined to have their wings broken in front of me."
After saying these words, the high platform was so quiet that only the sound of the wind was left.
The dragons looked at each other in confusion, even the always arrogant Samantha was speechless.
Iron Dragon Sorog looked at his brother, his eyes changing slightly.
He realized what had changed in Garos.
The previous Garos would weigh the pros and cons, consider every possibility, and repeatedly deduce between the optimal solution and the suboptimal solution.
These qualities allowed him to survive when he was weak, and allowed him to transform from an unknown wild dragon to the king of the kingdom step by step.
But it's different now.
The Red Iron Dragon in front of him is still sane and calm, but beneath the surface, something is expanding at an unstoppable speed.
He becomes more like a red dragon in the traditional sense.
That unquestionable and domineering belief that he was destined to be superior to all things was seeping out of him like heat radiating from a furnace.
Sorog slowly turned his head and looked at Gordon.
"Who just said that the impact of mutation on personality is harmless?"
he asked.
Gordon has been exposed to more mutated forms of Garos.
He raised his head slightly and said seriously, "I believe that since Garos has this idea, he must have his reasons."
Sorog's eyes swept over Red Iron Dragon again, and he gradually felt enlightened.
Red Iron Dragon Never rely on illusory self-confidence.
His confidence is always based on strength.
Probably this new form gave him strong confidence, allowing him to dare to shred all previous worries.
Samantha's response was much more direct.
She stood up, her wings suddenly spread out, and a wave of hot air surged out from under the wing membranes.
"Haha, Garos! I like you like this."
She roared, her voice full of fiery excitement.
"That's how a real red dragon should be! Use claws to capture, conquer with flames, and rule with strength! Those careful calculations, foresight and patience, and endless waiting are not what red dragons do!"
The red dragon strode to Garos's side, turned around, and stood side by side with him.
"My dear brother, now that you have made up your mind, my flames, my minions, and everything I have will burn for your will unconditionally."
"Let us burn our enemies to ashes."
"Let the entire Atlant, no, let the entire Bernardo know that the era of Aura has come.
Garos summoned blood relatives here not for discussion.
He has already made his decision.
Although his blood relatives had different ideas at first, they still chose to trust him and support him.
When he expressed his decision, the opinions were immediately unanimous.
Then came the preliminary discussions on war strategy, without any unnecessary arguments.
"There is no need to summon a legion." Garos said, "This battle does not require ordinary soldiers. We only summon Legendary Realm units to have a Legendary Realm battle with Helmode Dragon Brood."
Hearing this, Iron Dragon Gordon nodded in agreement.
"The west is affected by the talents of Temple and Storm Dragon, and is now covered by thunderclouds all year round. It is difficult for ordinary legions to march in this environment, let alone fight."
"At most, their role is to deal with the aftermath and maintain stability, and to clear away the remaining resistance forces."
Storm Dragon is known as the walking Calamity.
In terms of large-scale destruction, it is no worse than Garos and Ashen Annihilation Form.
Although the legion battle formation can enhance one's own Legendary Realm, the specific situation must be analyzed in detail.
If we organize a large-scale legion at this time, not to mention that Lord of Thunder will definitely discover it and give him time to prepare. In the end, we still don't know how many meaningless casualties it will cost.
What can really determine the outcome is the collision of the Legendary Realm.
Sorog has turned around, half-spread his wings, and is ready to leave.
"I am responsible for gathering the Legendary Realm units. The Legendary Realms of Aura have not tasted iron and blood for a long time. They will be very happy."
Gordon said, "I will synchronize the contacts of Sanctum. Those Temple need to be removed."
Samantha No matter so many.
She showed her fangs and said happily, "I can catch the war feast just after I wake up, haha! I thought I would have to wait for decades to move my muscles and bones, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. This time I can have a good time."
Red Iron Dragon stared at the thunderclouds in the west.
"Together we will tear the storm apart."
he said.
Immediately, several princes left, carrying the emperor's will, and performed their duties.
Sanctum, which is hanging high in space, has entered a state of preparation, and Legendary Realm, including Reinhart, is rubbing down one after another, Aura is ready to go.
West, Braketon Kingdom.
The densest thundercloud hovered directly above the temple, like an upside-down black vortex, and lightning surged continuously inside the clouds. The intensity was like burning fire, and the black spiers of the entire temple were reflected in and out.
Inside the temple.
Lord of Thunder turned his back to the palace door and knelt in front of the statue of the Dragon Queen. The lightning patterns on the wing membrane flickered slowly.
He is waiting.
Not long after, two dragon shadows landed from outside the palace door, and the sound of folding wings blew in the wind, echoing in the empty hall.
Alvia walked in first.
The scale color of this Blue Dragon is lighter, close to the color of the sky before the storm, and its body size is several times smaller than that of Lamorien.
Terragon follows closely behind.
His scales are darker in color, close to the color of the deep sea, and his jaw muscles are particularly developed, making him always look like he is slightly baring his teeth.
These two are exactly the two blood relatives of Lamorien.
Once upon a time, there were seven Helmode Brothers in total.
As time went by, in the course of thousands of years, four of them died one by one, leaving only three of them.
Two Blue Dragon stopped in front of the statue.
Lamorien had never forced his blood relatives to believe in the Dragon Queen before, so they just bowed slightly to express their respect.
"Mother has sent down an oracle."
The voice of Lamorien sounded slowly.
He stood up, turned around, and looked at his left and right arms.
"Aura Kingdom must be destroyed, Garos·Ignas, Red Emperor Pale Star, must kneel in this temple and become a sacrifice to the mother."
He paused for a moment, without any fluctuation in his tone.
"I will carry out my mother's will, Helmode Dragon Brood, and declare war on Aura, Ignas Dragonflight."
Alvia looked at his brother and remained silent.
Terragon's brows frowned directly, and his forehead scales pressed down, pressing the upper edges of his eye sockets into a sharp arc.
"Brother, are you crazy?" He spoke bluntly, his voice echoing in the hall, "Aura Kingdom? Red Emperor Pale Star? Go attack that Red Emperor who killed Divine Avatar?"
Saying that, Terragon took half a step forward. "Of course the Dragon Queen's will is important. I respect the Dragon Queen."
"But what is the reality? The reality is that no matter whether we win or lose this battle, we will have to pay a heavy price."
"Even if we win under the protection of the Dragon Queen, how much Helmode Dragon Brood will be left? Not to mention there is Bronze Dragon King, he is eyeing us."
Terragon looked at Lord of Thunder and said, "You are gambling with the future of the entire dragon group."
"The risk is too great."
Blue Dragon Alvia on the other end is still silent.
Terragon's response is a bit slow and no problem has been found yet.
But she has realized that the Lord of Thunder in front of her is no longer the blood relative she is familiar with.
Terragon continued, his voice rising a little higher. "Brother, when did you become so cowardly? Are you so afraid of the Dragon Queen? Her will must be obeyed?"
Tear!
A bolt of lightning shot out from between Lamorien's dragon horns, as thin as a finger claw, blazing white, and struck Terragon on the left shoulder with a sharp blast that pierced the eardrum.
The scales exploded instantly at the point of contact.
The skin and flesh were opened, and the blood was scorched and solidified by lightning before it had time to flow out.
Blue Dragon's roar got stuck in his throat and turned into a half-snort.
His body tilted to the side, and the muscles on the left side of his body twitched uncontrollably in the aftertaste of the electric current.
"I won't say it a second time."
Lamorien has an expressionless face.
"The mother's will is the only reason for the existence of Helmode Dragon Brood. The mother's glory is the whole meaning of every Blue Dragon's life. Any sacrifice made for this is an honor. Dying for the mother..
His vertical pupils swept across Terragon and then Alvia.
.. is the highest reward you can receive."
Terragon raised his head and looked at Storm Dragon.
Faces that were once familiar have now become extremely unfamiliar.
He opened his mouth, tensed and unclenched the muscles in his jaw, trying to say something, and then closed it slumped.
At this time, Alvia, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.
"You are right, we will carry out the Dragon Queen's will and fight for the glory of His Majesty Tiamat."
That's it.
They are deeply bound to the Dragon Queen and have no choice.
Take refuge in Red Emperor?
Alvia An idea flashed through his mind and he rejected it in a flash.
As long as Dragon Queen Temple is still standing on the earth, who dares to believe that they are truly surrendering? As for running away directly, where can they go?
Deity's sight spans many worlds and planes at the same time.
Escape wherever you go is in vain.
"Gather all Legendary Realm dragons and followers, as well as our believers and legions."
Lord of Thunder said, "I will carry out my mother's will, lead you personally, change the sky weather, advance towards the Aura Kingdom inch by inch, and cover their territory with storms."
Alvia nodded lightly, "Terragon, let's go and assemble the army."
Blue Dragon hummed silently, followed Alvia, and walked out together Temple.
Lamorien watched the backs of the two blood relatives disappear in the light outside the temple door, then turned around and bowed down in front of the statue again.
"The great Queen of Five Colors, the mother of all dragons."
"You devour the sky with five songs and cover the earth with five colors. You are the nightmare of the gods. No one dares to look directly at your glory."
"Great Mother."
"You gave me thunder and lightning as claws, gave me storm as wings, let me walk on the clouds, let me run rampant under the eyes of the gods""
"I offer you my scales, my blood, my bones."
"Great Mother."
"May your five colors never fade, until all the skies echo the same name, great----"
The sound of prayer echoed in Temple, low and pious.
However, before the last sentence was finished, the voice suddenly stopped.
Storm Dragon's eyes suddenly became sharp.
He raised his head and looked at the dome of Temple, sensing the thick stone walls and swirling thunderclouds, rising straight into the sky.
A pressure that was both familiar and unfamiliar was hanging down from a high place, like an invisible giant claw pressing down from the sky, grasping the entire temple and the surrounding air for dozens of miles in its palm, tightening it irresistibly.
Outside Temple.
Alvia and Terragon stopped almost at the same time.
Both Blue Dragon felt the air pressure that seemed to be solidified.
The air became thicker, and every breath required a little more effort than usual. They raised their heads and looked at the sky, and their pupils shrank in unison.
The sky above Braketon Kingdom is covered by thunderclouds all year round.
It was a storm formed by the resonance of Lamorien's talent and Temple. The clouds were thick and deep, like a huge gray curtain covering the sky, and lightning was constantly shuttled through it, like silver-white snakes cruising silently in the darkness.
But now, those clouds are being torn apart.
A huge dragon covered with red scales was hanging straight down from the clouds in a completely unreasonable and violent manner.
Red Emperor Pale Star.
A huge crack was torn open in the thundercloud behind him, and the afterglow of lightning still remained on the edge of the crack. Beyond the crack, the clear sky was exposed, so clean that it was dazzling.
Both Alvia and Terragon saw this scene.
They subconsciously wanted to stop him, their bodies leaned forward instinctively, and their wing membranes had opened slightly.
But there was no time to react.
The speed of that red figure was so fast that their senses had just caught the trace and their bodies had not had time to make any movement.
What they perceived was just a red afterimage falling from top to bottom.
It was like a meteor falling from the clouds. One second it was hanging high in the sky and you had to look up to see it. The next second it had penetrated the clouds, and the red on its scales shone brightly.
The attendants around Temple react more slowly.
They heard a strange noise coming from above their heads, and then they looked up, only to see the center of the clouds suddenly collapse inward, and a meteorite fell from the center of the vortex, with a circle of blazing white to dark red fire around the edge, amplifying rapidly at an incredible speed.
Someone opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound.
Another second.
Boom!
The shock wave arrives before the sound.
Alvia felt like he was hit head-on by a mountain.
Her body was off the ground in an instant, and her limbs were waving in the air, but she couldn't grab anything to use her strength on, like leaves blown up by the storm.
Then, she heard a collapse.
They came from all directions at the same time, as if the whole world was shattering at the same moment.
Under the impact of the red dragon, the largest Temple was turned into powder inch by inch starting from the tip.
The dome collapsed.
The earth is also sinking.
The foundation of Temple collapsed downwards, and a ring-shaped wave of soil rose up on the ground. Countless dust and gravel were picked up by the shock wave and spread together, forming an ever-expanding gray-white ring.
Alvia was swept up by this shock wave.
Her body was rolling in the dust cloud, and she couldn't tell the difference between up, down, left, and right, the sky and the earth. Her vision was filled with gray-white dust, and her ears were buzzing.
Then she hit something.
He landed on his back first, his scales forming a long ravine on the ground, his ears were ringing, and his vision was filled with gray-white dust.
"When the red comet streaks across the sky... it's Red Emperor."
Alvia After stabilizing his body, he stood up from the ruins.
Legendary Realm The dragon is physically strong, so she is fine.
After raising his head, the sight in front of him made Alvia's thinking go blank for a moment.
The temple disappeared.
The holy land that enshrined the statue of the Queen of Five Colors completely disappeared, and was replaced by the ruins of a huge pit. All the surrounding priests and servants had been reduced to pieces.
In the center of the pit, the dust is dispersing.
A dragon stood there.
It's not Dragonkin's usual four-legged stance.
He is standing.
The hind limbs are upright, the body is leaning forward slightly, the tail is balanced behind the body, the forelimbs are hanging on both sides of the body, and the sharp claws are still shining coldly in the dim yellow dust.
The majestic body is looming in the dust.
Towering and majestic, it exudes an aura of invincible majesty.
Like Deity, and like Demon King.
But he is neither.
He is the emperor of Garos·Ignas, Aura, and his iconic appearance is the devastating crash like a meteor.
At this time, Red Iron Dragon is standing on the ruins.
The dragon scales on his body are covered with dust, but if you look closely, you will find that there are no cracks on them.
Such a self-sacrifice impact is not a normal offensive method. Even with Dragonkin's powerful body, he often has to pay a heavy price, but he seems to be unscathed.
Is it possible that he suffered internal injuries?
Alvia had this idea in her mind, but the next second she felt a little ridiculous and shook her head.
"Lamorien, we meet again."
At the same time, Red Iron Dragon raised his head.
His eyes penetrated the heavy dust and looked towards the sky.
Lord of Thunder was suspended in the sky, all the lightning patterns around his body lit up. With a wave of his wings, a storm was born, scattering countless dust, and the surrounding world became clear.
Just now, he avoided it.
He sensed the red meteor as it tore through the thunderclouds, and at the critical moment, he avoided the devastating impact.
The price is this entire Temple, one of the anchor points of the Dragon Queen here.
Storm Dragon lowered his eyes and glanced at Red Iron Dragon beneath him, and then passed over the destroyed statue of Temple and Shatter.
He let out an angry roar.
"Attack Temple, desecrate the great Tiamat, Garos, you really deserve death!"
Hearing this sentence, Garos was slightly startled.
Immediately afterwards, he realized that the Storm Dragon in front of him was completely different from before. He was not the Lord of Thunder in his impression. There was only a shell left.
"Lamorien, I feel sorry for you."
"You may think that by giving your faith to Tiamat, you can get what you want. However, although she claims to be the mother of dragons, she is actually just a vicious and treacherous villain."
Red Iron Dragon has no scruples and his words are full of profanity.
More anger emerged in Storm Dragon's eyes, and he waved his wings and flew directly towards Red Iron Dragon.
Red Iron Dragon smashed the ground and faced Storm Dragon straightly.
It was like two meteorites colliding together. The red meteorite flying upward was obviously more powerful. It collided with Storm Dragon's body and pushed it hard into the high-altitude clouds.
At the same time.
Alvia and Terragon looked at each other, then stretched their wings at the same time and flew into the sky. Helmode Dragons who were entrenched in the surrounding area followed closely behind them after they came to their senses.
But not before they get close.
Aura Dragon Spirit, as well as Aura Princes who woke up from their slumber, and some other Legendary Realm's Aura Dragon, appeared from the hole in the clouds that Red Iron Dragon had torn before, and also participated in the battlefield like meteors.
There is a tacit understanding between both parties.
King against king, general against general, and their respective opponents fought fiercely.
Just then.
Temple The ruins suddenly rose.
With roars, huge dragons emerged from the ground one after another. Their auras included Advanced Legendary Realm, and a large number of Crown Rank, or at least Ancient Dragon. They rushed into the sky together, approaching the area where Red Emperor and Storm Dragon were fighting.
"So many Ancient Dragon? Where did they come from?"
After the battle, Sorog looked at the Ancient Dragon group in surprise.
These Ancient Dragon look very wrong.
Without exception, they had no expression and their eyes were blank. No matter what their original race was, there were some black lines engraved on the dragon scales, exuding a coquettish and dangerous aura.
These are...Evil Dragon Guard?
Sorog felt shocked, knowing what these giant dragons were.
Evil Dragon Guard.
It was the product of sacrifice to Chromatic Dragon Queen through a special ceremony.
An adult dragon, or even a young dragon, will be quickly catalyzed during the ceremony, growing into Ancient Dragon or even Primordial Dragon in a very short period of time, and its power can at least reach the level of the Advanced Legendary Realm.
And every Evil Dragon Guard is extremely difficult to deal with.
Ordinary knife wounds, claw wounds, and magic bombardments cannot stop them. Only by completely wiping out their bodies, leaving not even a scrap of flesh, can they be completely cut off from life.
The price is that they will lose all free will and become pure weapons of war.
It only knows how to advance, attack, and destroy without any hesitation or flinching.
Moreover, their life counts down from the moment they are created, and they cannot exist for a long time.
This group of dragons composed of Evil Dragon Guard turned a blind eye to the other Legendary Realm and walked directly through the battlefield, approaching the battle zone between Red Emperor and Lord of Thunder.
Their goals are clear.
The apostle who assisted the Dragon Queen, Punishment was the culprit who destroyed Temple.
Great Dark Heaven!
Suddenly, a burst of bottomless darkness fell from the sky, like a huge black cloth, swallowing up the entire Evil Dragon Guard dragon group.
Darkness spread, and no light could penetrate.
Reinhart's figure has been completely integrated into it.
Here, every ray of darkness is an extension of his perception, and every inch of darkness is his movement path. He does not need to fly or move his limbs. Wherever his thoughts go, his body will go.
Then, the sword light flickered in the darkness.
One by one, one after another, silently, without any warning.
They shuttle through the deep sea like a school of fish, moving silently in the darkness, looking for their target.
End Arc flashes accordingly.
Cut from the left shoulder of one Ancient Dragon and cut downward along the direction of the spine. From the scapula to the medullary bone, the scales, muscles, and bones are separated layer by layer.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
Even for a moment after the arc light passed by, the tissues on both sides of the wound still maintained their original positions, and then slowly slid away.
If it were any normal dragon, this sword would have dismembered it.
But Evil Dragon Guard did not fall.
In the wound, black thread-like objects emerged from the broken muscle fibers.
They touched, entangled, and tightened in the air, pulling the cracked muscles together and realigning the broken bones, as if a pair of invisible hands were sewing the wounds stitch by stitch with black thread.
There was no expression of pain on the dragon's face, and his eyes were empty, as if the sword attack just now had never happened.
"Evil God Guard?"
This scene made Reinhart frown slightly.
During his adventures, he had encountered similar monsters and knew how difficult they were.
However, although they cannot be killed in a short period of time, these Evil Dragon Guards cannot even think of breaking out of his territory.
Evil Dragon Guards silently stretched out their claws.
Reinhart's sword light flashes continuously in the field, fighting against the dragons.
At the same time.
In the distant space, the silver-white Sanctum appears from the space.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The alchemical structure is in operation, and the magic runes optimized by Afra light up one by one.
Pillars of light dropped from the sky.
They penetrated the billowing dark clouds and descended to various places in the west.
Near the coastline, there is a branch hall.
The waves surged and water splashed.
Several rays of light fell here, and when the light dissipated, Heroic Spirit Xia'er, Aura's Fang and other Legendary Realm units were revealed. The moment they appeared, they attacked Temple.
The guards stationed around Temple are no match for them.
However, Evil Dragon Guard also appears in this Temple, but the quantity and quality are not as good as the temple headquarters where Storm Dragon is located.
Bang!
Dragon-veined Glutton Demon's giant fist fell and directly blew the head of Evil Dragon Guard.
But Evil Dragon Guard's movements did not stop. The dragon claws tore Glutton Demon's chest, the scales were torn, and the flesh and blood were opened.
Kalu looked down at the wound on his chest, then raised his head, his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Come again!"
Dragon-veined Glutton Demon roared, his body expanded, and entered a fighting state.
Dragon Qi then surged wildly, turning him into Star-Self Body with three heads and six arms.
Evil Dragon Guard's dragon claw fell again.
Kalu did not dodge, his first arm caught the dragon claw, his second arm hit the dragon claw's wrist from the side, the bones shattered, the third arm clasped the upper jaw of the dragon's head, and the fourth clasped the lower jaw, tearing it apart on both sides...
Rumble!
Glutton Demon punched Evil Dragon Guard one punch after another, landing hard on Evil Dragon Guard's body, gradually shattering his body.
The black thread was still squirming, trying to sew, but it was tearing apart faster than it could be sewn.
The flesh and blood was torn into pieces, the pieces were crushed into pulp, and the pulp was hammered into the ground. Six fists were repeatedly smashed down, hammering each piece of squirming meat until it could no longer squirm.
Other Legendary Realm are also fighting against guards and Evil Dragon Guard.
The battle started in all directions simultaneously.
The light of magic, the cold light of weapons, and the roar of Dragonkin were mixed together.
Aura Legendary Realm have an overall advantage. Their numbers are greater, their cooperation is more tacit, and their tactics are more flexible.
But Evil Dragon Guard are too difficult to deal with, even if they are one level lower, they are difficult to kill. They are like moving walls of flesh, blocking Aura Legendary Realms, making it impossible for them to destroy Temples in a short time.
Not just here.
War broke out across the West.
Sanctum's light beams dropped at different locations, and Aura Legendary Realms were dropped on various battlefields through Sanctum's transmission, raiding major Temples.
The ordinary guards around Temple and Evil Dragon Guard resisted tenaciously, and the two sides fell into a stalemate on various battlefields.