The dragon hunt... failed.
That's exactly what Xilǐ'er thought when he was killed for the two hundred and twentieth time by the behemoth before him.
The Dragon-Hunting Expedition tracked down the Blue Dragon deep in the Demon Realm seven days ago, and the two sides then engaged in a fierce battle that lasted day and night.
For dragons, creatures that are almost legendary, seven days without sleep is as simple as drinking water.
As one of the most powerful warriors in the Eternal Domain, Xilǐ'er and the others were naturally not to be underestimated (in a physical sense).
Admittedly, it's as ridiculous as a child fighting an adult when Low Tier is fighting High Tier, but with the added advantage of unlimited resurrections and sheer numbers, the Dragon-Hunting Knights and the Blue Dragon before them fought to a standstill.
Its massive body was now covered with fine wounds of varying depths, clearly indicating that the prolonged battle had taken its toll on even a dragon.
The Blue Dragon wanted to kill them outright, but all the warriors of the Eternal Domain were able to resurrect after a brief period of etherealization.
If the Blue Dragon wants to launch an attack from high above, the accompanying Eternal Domain mage team will collectively cast an influence field spell.
As long as the Blue Dragon doesn't kill the hundreds of enemies in front of him at the same time, someone will always be entangled with him here.
Xilǐ'er had heard of a powerful adventurer team before the Demonic Tide. Although it consisted of only four or five members, their exquisite teamwork allowed them to kill some not-so-powerful dragons.
Although their Dragon-Hunting Expedition was not as good as those legendary adventurers, facing a Blue Dragon that had been corrupted by the Demonic Tide for a hundred years was not too difficult.
At least that's what he initially thought.
After a period of arduous struggle, the Blue Dragon finally found an effective way to counter the Dragon-Hunting Expedition.
Since killing them would force a reboot, why not use your abilities to seal them away?
So the Blue Dragon changed its fighting style, from its initial one-hit kill to mainly using Psionic Energy to create an extremely cold, frozen state.
Centered on the Blue Dragon's body, the rules within a radius of several miles were completely altered.
Anything that remains relatively still for a period of time will be forcibly "frozen" together, even if no water is involved in the process.
Xilǐ'er, who had been sent flying by a tail, only managed to catch his breath on the ground for a few moments before realizing he was unable to get up.
He stared incredulously in the direction of the Blue Dragon, watching his companions being defeated one by one by the dragon.
He himself was completely unable to move, and the painful memories of being sealed by the Amber Dragon for hundreds of years without changing flooded back into his mind.
Just as his body was about to be completely frozen, he shouted to the nearest warlock in his party:
Kill me!
The sorcerer glanced in their direction, then instantly turned his staff around.
Without any hesitation, his chanting caused a massive fireball, which should have been sent to the Blue Dragon's body, to engulf Xilǐ'er.
One minute later, the loyal and powerful knight was resurrected. He went to " Radish's " side, mounted his horse, and launched another attack on the Blue Dragon.
However, a dragon is still a dragon. In the hands of the Blue Dragon, Psionic Energy is like clay that can be molded at will. Unheard-of Psionic Energy Formula were constantly being thrown at the Dragon-Hunting Expedition.
The warlock who had just helped Xilǐ'er reset his status with a fireball was soon met with a massive fireball comparable to the blazing sun, and was burned to ashes in an instant.
The instant he was resurrected, a blast of extremely cold air swept over like a hurricane, and the warlock was turned into an ice sculpture before he could even wave his staff.
Xilǐ'er knew that, as warriors of the Eternal Domain, their resurrection was not infinite.
The warriors of the Eternal Domain are like red-hot iron billets in a blacksmith's shop; as they are constantly hammered, their outer layer gradually peels away, and they become smaller and smaller.
After regaining his previous memories, Xilǐ'er also saw the unrecoverable iron filings scattered around him each time he was resurrected.
He knew his chances were running out.
Just then, the expedition leader, a powerful Middle Tier knight, suddenly shouted a command:
"Everyone who can still move, buy me one minute!"
Dozens of knights and mages responded one after another. Xilǐ'er felt his aura becoming somewhat Disorder. Although he did not respond, he still gripped the knight's lance tightly in his hand.
The group surged forward, launching a desperate charge against the Blue Dragon.
Behind them, one of the Middle Tier knights in charge of leading the Dragon-Hunting Expedition knelt down on one knee, facing the direction of City of Dusk, the capital of the Eternal Domain to the west.
He muttered something under his breath, his proud head bowed respectfully, his left fist pressed to the ground, and his right hand made a gesture of respect, as if placing his hand on his chest.
On his chest, the symbol of the Eternal Domain, similar to the infinity symbol, emitted a scorching white light, and the two eyes within the closed space on either side of the symbol seemed to come alive and began to tremble violently.
Xilǐ'er is launching his umpteenth attack while riding Radish.
In fact, with his Low Tier top-tier strength, he wasn't even sure if he could inflict any effective damage on the Blue Dragon in front of him.
But if I were to back down over something so trivial, how could I possibly live up to the title of knight?
Facing that colossal body, as large as a mountain, he roared and launched his charge.
The Blue Dragon, facing this knight who seemed like an ant, responded positively with its tail.
"Buzz!"
There was no sound of wind breaking, no sound of striking, only a sound like a taut cable, and Xilǐ'er felt a blur before his eyes.
He felt a sudden loss of strength in his left hand, which was holding the reins. He looked down and saw that his left hand had completely disappeared, along with the reins and Radish's head.
Following the sharp cut, he could even see the cross-section of the Radish's armor and neck. His gaze moved down again, and he found that the part below his chest and above his buttocks had also completely disappeared.
The headless Radish continued to move forward due to inertia, while Xilǐ'er's upper body began to fall because it had nowhere to put weight on.
The man and his horse fell on the way of the charge, rolling several times before they were beyond dead, and the resurrection process began.
The absence of any Psionic Energy fluctuations indicates that the Blue Dragon did not cast any spells.
However, with just that gentle flick, his body melted like butter.
Such an attack is even easier than someone stepping on an ant.
At this moment, Xilǐ'er finally understood the difference between Low Tier and High Tier.
Whether he was seriously injured or frozen, it was all just the aftershocks of the Blue Dragon's battle with those powerful knights.
The other person never even glanced at him once.
Only just now, because the other knights were in a vacuum during their resurrection or offensive phases, did the dragon finally take a look at him.
A simple, unadorned drift was enough to bring him to his doom.