"No——"
The ancient golden dragon flapped its wings violently, waved the scepter in its claws, and let out a long and sad roar: "Evil dragon! You actually killed Duke Walter like this, and killed such a being who insisted on kindness and justice. !
Heroes will never be forgotten, and tyrants like you will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history! ”
A brilliant beam of rainbow light shot out from the end of the golden scepter. The diameter of the beam was nearly one meter. It was mixed with the power of various elements and shot straight towards the red dragon in the distance.
"Boom!"
Cassius stretched out his right claw and created a magic vortex, easily absorbing all the energy of the rainbow. He did not forget to sneer: "He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. Isn't this true fairness? ?
You hypocrites who think you are just are allowed to besiege me as a 'tyrant' without allowing me to fight back. You want both reputation and life. How can such a good thing happen in the world? "Red Dragon asked calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his pale golden pupils.
"What's more, he came to seek death on his own. Even the source of his divine power was unlocked by himself, not by me." The red dragon picked up the beating golden ball of light in his hand and looked at it carefully with greed on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he actually tore off a small piece of the sun's power and swallowed it into his belly. The chaos flames in his body disintegrated the power, and the fire of order reorganized them into Cassius's own power.
The red dragon's huge body has a clear division of labor, forming a systematic and powerful digestive system that can absorb divine power.
The majestic and hot power of the sun poured into the red dragon's belly, filling his body, causing him to let out a happy and satisfied groan. Cassius even closed his eyes, seeming to savor the power. taste.
In the eyes of Walter's allies, this is tantamount to cannibalizing the remains of his dead comrades in front of them. This is a naked humiliation!
You, you will pay the price! "Because of extreme sadness and anger, Gu Jinlong's voice was trembling.
"The sinner."
Parachiel also looked solemn, and for the first time, the emotion called "sadness" appeared on the flawless silver face of the Lord of Silver Heaven.
"In the name of heaven, I will grant you the final judgment so that the departed heroes can rest in peace.
Remember, the battle is not over yet! Although there will be sacrifices along the way to light, justice and order will prevail! ”
Barachiel's eyes flashed, and the silver sword in his hand burst out with lightning again, releasing a sharp blade composed of stars. A sacred form hundreds of meters high appeared outside his body, and countless huge light wheels rotated behind him.
The golden dragon waved its wings, soared into the sky, and roared: "Duke Walter was deceived by this cunning red dragon, and he lost his life because of it! There is no need to follow any rules when dealing with this kind of guy!
Lord Barachiel, let's go together this time, don't give this despicable and shameless villain any chance! ”
Cassius also flapped his dragon wings and climbed up to a thousand meters in an instant, not forgetting to laugh wildly: "Can you finally bear to reveal your true face?
Hahaha, okay, then let the entire Fianso see the ugly faces of you hypocrites, and pave the way for the future of the empire! ”
"Boom!"
The roar of thunder resounded through the sky, and Barachiel did not continue to respond. Instead, he responded with lightning from the heaven that filled the sky, and then slashed across with the long sword of starlight.
However, the red dragon easily dodged by turning sideways, spitting out monstrous dragon flames from its mouth, turning half of the sky into a sea of flames and smoke.
Under the exquisite control of the master of elements, Cassius's dragon flames can even burn the dark clouds in the sky and swallow up Barachiel's heavenly lightning.
Two completely different elemental forces collided, confronted, and merged with each other, forming a splendid cloud that was constantly surging, in which sometimes tongues of fire raged, and sometimes there was lightning and thunder.
"The Sword of Archon!"
Parachiel roared angrily, and countless golden lightsabers carrying the power of heaven flew in the direction of the red dragon, even splitting the space in its path.
"Roar--" Cassius opened his mouth and spit out a torrent of dark red dragon flames, creating a barrier of sea of fire in front of him, swallowing up all the lightsabers.
When Barachiel looked around with true seeing, he found no trace of the red dragon, and he did not notice that above his head, the flames quickly condensed into the shape of a giant dragon.
"Watch the top of your head!" Titus shouted anxiously. He flapped his wings as if he wanted to come to the rescue, but the red dragon smiled contemptuously, stretched out his claws, and the thick pillar of fire blew away the golden dragon.
And Cassius swooped down from the sky, with terrible fire in his mouth, and saw that he was about to pierce the sacred incarnation from above his head.
But Barachiel suddenly folded his wings and raised the long sword in his hand above his head. The majestic power of heaven gathered above his head and turned into a silver round shield with a diameter of a hundred meters.
【Sacred Shield of Heaven】
"Boom——"
Dragon flames poured out from Cassius's mouth, but were blocked by the silver buckler, unable to penetrate further.
And as Barachiel swung his long sword, the star blade flew into the sky with a terrifying momentum, as if it was about to split the red dragon in half.
"Ouch——"
Cassius could only roar, wave his dragon wings, turn around suddenly, and hide his figure under the cover of the dragon flames.
There are already many scars on the red dragon's body, but they are all recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Parachiel also became a little embarrassed. The huge wings covered with white feathers became dilapidated and covered with scorch marks. His violet robe decorated with stars also became tattered and had torn parts. trace.
But the dim light of heaven shrouded his whole body, and all his wounds and defects were recovering rapidly, and it only took a few minutes to return to normal.
The one with the most miserable appearance is the ancient golden dragon Titus. The originally shining scales were now dull, with burnt marks everywhere and stained with mottled blood. Its wings were torn like rags and its torso was scarred.
There was a shocking gap in his flank, revealing scarlet flesh, and blood was still flowing gurglingly - it was scratched by the red dragon's claws.
This originally graceful golden dragon now looked more like a bloody "black dragon", but even so, this golden dragon was still roaring angrily and bravely pounced on the red dragon.
At this moment, the battlefield in the sky has become extremely chaotic. All kinds of powerful spells are crisscrossed in it, and all kinds of gorgeous spells are dazzling.
The surrounding magic network was almost thrown into chaos by this terrible battle, and the space in the material world became extremely fragile and crumbling.
Not to mention high-level spells, even those top eight- and nine-level spells are thrown out as if they are free, just to cause some hindrance to the opponent, and they often fail to take effect.
And those huge figures shuttled among them, fighting endlessly, disappearing and appearing, often only showing a claw and a claw.
On the ground, Archmage Zalan slowly opened his eyes under the anxious calls of his subordinates and continuous spell treatments, only to see the chaotic sky at a glance. I saw that the sky was obscured by surging clouds, emitting terrible energy fluctuations, and those powerful beings were fighting in it. Every fight was a natural disaster.
Zalan's lips suddenly turned white and he murmured to himself: "Gods, has this battle not stopped yet? Do they want to destroy this space?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his expression suddenly froze, and his tone became anxious: "By the way, there is also the ten-ring spell!"
He stood up, shook his men's shoulders, and asked emotionally: "Where are those miraculous suns in the sky? Where did it go? Could it be that I was hallucinating just now?
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It’s impossible, I obviously saw it with my own eyes, how could it be possible?”
The mage was silent for a moment and shook his head with a pale face: "My lord, you remember correctly. It's just that the sun, or Duke Walter, has fallen."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and Zalan followed the other person's fingers and was stunned.
I saw the corpse of an angel god whose chest had been cut open, lying there quietly, with golden-red blood flowing.
His body was still emitting blazing light, burning a huge black pit on the ground. No one dared to approach it - it was none other than the body of Duke Walter, whom Zalan knew well.
After standing there stunned for a long time, Zalan spit out a few words from the depths of his throat: "This, this is impossible."
"Someone, come quickly!"
"Lord Zalan passed out again!"
"Where's the priest, come here quickly, Lord Zalan is foaming at the mouth! No, his nostrils are still bleeding! Mystra is on top!"
The surrounding crowd fell into chaos again, while more people looked up at the battlefield in the sky and prayed secretly.
In the face of such a natural disaster, they seem to have no ability to choose their own destiny and can only wait for arrangements.
"Boom!"
Cassius manipulated the violent fire element, created a hundred-meter-long flame giant claw, and actually held the star sword forcibly.
And the raging tongues of fire spread rapidly along the blade, burning the arm made of heavenly light crazily.
The red dragon exhaled a mouthful of sulfur-smelling white smoke and roared wildly: "Barachiel, the majestic Lord of Lucia - do you only have this power?"
Barachiel tightened his sword, held it in front of him, and said coldly: "Stupid evil dragon! If it were in Silver Heaven, your dragon head would have become a decoration in Malkhvik Castle!"< br>
"Roar——"
Taking this opportunity, the golden dragon roared and flew from behind. Regardless of his scarred body, he pounced on the red dragon with open teeth and claws.
However, Cassius didn't even look at it. He just swept his tail casually. The golden dragon, which was too big compared to him in size, howled and was thrown away, adding another scar on its chest.
"Ridiculous sneak attack!"
Cassius waved his dragon wings and stirred up a scorching wind. He instantly distanced himself and came thousands of meters away to confront Barachiel and the golden dragon.
He looked at the rather miserable golden dragon and nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, he wants to use this battle to create an image of the "Anti-Red Dragon Vanguard" for his vest, thereby increasing Titus' influence among the forces that oppose him.
The original images of "Dragon of Dawn" and "Wings of Dawn" are already glorious and majestic enough, but what about adding the deed of "risking one's life to fight the red dragon and avenge a close friend"?
Cassius did not believe that with these glorious deeds, he could not break into those righteous forces, win their trust, and become a high-ranking member of these forces.
"But soon, today's scene will be finished." Cassius smiled ferociously and thought in his heart.
The red dragon turned to look at Parachiel again. In just a few minutes, bathed in the light of heaven, the flawless body returned to its original state without any sign of decline.
This was indeed a difficult enemy for Cassius.
As the Lord of Silver Heaven Lucia and a member of the Seven Martyrs of Heaven Mountain, Barachiel's power comes from Heaven Mountain, or more precisely from Silver Heaven.
Although the power of the outer plane will be suppressed in the material plane, Barachiel will not mobilize more power than the limit every time, turning it into a halo behind his back and releasing it when necessary.
What's more, as long as the power of Silver Heaven is not exhausted and the Silver Sea is not dried up, Barachiel's power will continue to flow, which is simply endless.
It’s no wonder that Barachiel is so arrogant and confident in supporting Duke Walter. For the creatures in the material world, he is simply an invincible existence.
Cassius's ancestral dragon physique certainly gives him a strong recovery ability, but it is obviously irrational to consume the entire outer plane - this kind of thing can only be done by those whose minds are full of muscles and magma. Only the aboriginal red dragons can do it.
Cassius knew that he had to seize the opportunity to kill with one strike to avoid falling into a bad positional battle, otherwise he would be the first to be killed.
Although it sounds easy to say, it is definitely extremely difficult to cause fatal injuries to Barachiel.
Those heavenly lights really made Cassius feel extremely sick. The spells released would be smoothed by the power of order. Even the flames of chaos could not consume them, and even if they caused wounds, they would heal quickly.
——As the outer plane that represents order and justice, Heaven Mountain is born to restrain all chaotic existences, especially the demons of the abyss.
However, Cassius did not reveal all his trump cards to Barachiel. The other party only knew that the red dragon had the power of chaos, the spellcasting ability of the legendary warlock, and the blood of the ancestral dragon.
After experiencing several battles that shocked the world, these are basically known to the top powerhouses and are already semi-public secrets.
But none of them knew that after killing the demon, Cassius also received another power from the system-the ordering breath.
Unexpectedly, order and chaos, justice and evil, are naturally opposite, like water and fire. No one could have imagined that these special features would appear in the same individual.
"Maybe it's time to end this." Cassius thought as he stared condescendingly at Barachiel in the distance. (End of chapter)