Chapter 332 Bewitching
"Who are you?"
Grand Duke Leo suddenly shuddered and asked in his heart.
He thought it was his own voice, but he felt something was wrong and shuddered - the voice was obviously not under his control.
"It doesn't matter who I am."
"The important thing is the red dragon. He killed the son you had high hopes for, destroyed your invincible legion, and is about to destroy the family and country you regard as the whole."
"You were supposed to be the natural ruler of the North, to have your name alongside that of Lionheart King Russell, and to pass on the bloodline of the Bosque family to generations to come."
"But now, that red dragon has ruined everything."
"Don't you want revenge?"
The deep voice asked again, as if to lead him into a bottomless abyss.
Leo was suddenly filled with fear. He knew that there were too many beings in this world that could invade the soul, including mind flayers, demons, devils and even some unknown alien creatures.
But no matter who it is, it is extremely dangerous for a mortal like him.
He suddenly remembered a legend that had been circulating for some time: It was said that in the mountains of Anstica, there was a demon in charge of revenge, who could give the Avengers powerful power and help them cut their enemies into pieces.
The voice sounded again.
"I will give you power, I will help you kill the evil dragon, and you will become the savior of Anzetta and the true and only king of the North!"
"But."
"Roar——"
The roar of a dragon came from the air again, interrupting his thoughts.
Archduke Leo raised his head and saw the huge red dragon flying high into the sky, spewing out a torrential sea of fire that distorted the air, dyeing half of the sky red, as if it was about to burn the entire world.
The ancient silver dragon displayed a radiant magic shield, struggling to resist the invasion of the flames.
yes.
Kill him.
This kind of monster should never exist in the world.
Whether it is the temptation of the devil or the power of the devil, as long as we can get rid of the evil dragon that threatens the Principality of Bosque and maintain the family's rule for thousands of years, it will be worth it even if it means sacrificing everything.
Leo Bosque lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes suppressing the hatred that had been accumulated for a long time. He seemed to have made some kind of determination.
"I agree."
"Very good."
The voice chuckled contemptuously.
"Uh-"
Leo only felt an extremely chaotic force pouring into his heart, like a big hand stirring back and forth in his internal organs.
But that pain pales in comparison to the pleasure of power.
He had never felt so powerful, with so much power within him.
"However, I still need a little preparation."
Leo took out a crystal clear crystal, put it to his mouth and whispered: "The great dragon-slaying ceremony is about to begin. Bloody Blades, you can get ready."
An excited smile appeared on the Duke's face, and a faint green light flashed in the depths of his pupils.
"You and your old order will eventually be torn apart by me!"
Cassius violently broke through the magic barriers, stretched out his strong claws, and pounced on the ancient silver dragon in mid-air.
However, when he was about to come into contact with the silver scales, the other party's body became insubstantial, but the so-called "illusion" was still casting spells before.
Cassius was suddenly startled and turned his head. "Simulacra?"
"Arrogant boy! When I fought with the ancient red dragon, you were not born yet!"
There was a roar from behind him, and transparent scales appeared.
The surrounding air vibrated, and it turned out that the huge body of the silver dragon suddenly appeared behind him. Its front palm also had various magical effects such as Bigby's crushing palm and stone fist technique, and it slapped the red dragon's body hard. superior.
But at this moment, Cassius's forelimbs were as fast as an afterimage.
"Shua——"
The sharp claws with the spell-breaking force field swung rapidly towards the silver dragon's claws, leaving five scratches several meters long on the originally flawless wing membrane, which was like a silver shiny plate.
"Boom!"
The powerful thrust of the nine-ring spell caused Cassius to fly backwards.
Broken red scales fell from the sky one after another.
With another loud bang, Cassius's huge body hit the mountain hard, kicking up tons of dust and sinking deeply into the rocks, causing the entire hillside to collapse.
But soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the huge figure of the red dragon appeared again.
"Tricky old guy."
Cassius shook his body indifferently. As the golden flames burned, the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His pale golden pupils stared at the silver dragon in the sky.
"A dragon that is more than a thousand years old is still doing these little tricks?"
"Come and confront me head on!"
Cassius shouted defiantly as he roared to the sky.
Even after losing half of its magic equipment, this ancient silver dragon still has many terrifying methods and an astonishingly rich combat experience.
Thousands of years of experience are not meant to scare people after all. The endless spells make Cassius feel unprepared. If he is not careful, he will fall into the opponent's trap, followed by a series of spell bombardments.
"Savage and vulgar people!"
"I will show you what true order is!"
Oszedro waved his wings in mid-air, but his left wing had become damaged, and his body was flickering and covered in bruises, making him look a little embarrassed.
Although he said it lightly, this ancient silver dragon looked ugly at the moment, and his eyes like mercury balls were full of horror.
Oszedro was even more convinced that this red dragon had the potential to become an ancestor dragon, and could even go further.
The magic essence of this red dragon is surprisingly high. Ordinary spells cannot have an effect on it at all, and cannot even leave traces on those hard scales. Only spells of level seven or above can barely take effect.
His vitality is also unimaginably strong. Even if he is exposed to a nine-level spell head-on, he will recover at an extremely fast speed. That ferocious dragon body seems to contain a magic reactor, and the surging energy can never be exhausted.
In the eyes of the ancient silver dragon, what this red dragon lacks slightly is its spellcasting ability.
But even so, with his charismatic charm, excessive bloodline essence, and dragon spells inherited from ancient times, the opponent still has a spellcasting ability comparable to that of a legendary warlock.
The "magic wilting" similar to the Great Disintegration spell caused him great losses.
The clouds and mist gradually dissipated during the protracted battle. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, two giant dragons, one red and one silver, faced each other again.
The battlefield has changed its appearance, and there is no trace of the original flat wasteland.
Everyone watching the battle was stunned.
On the land riddled with holes, there were falling meteorites, scorched and solidified lava, slowly flowing magma, and icebergs that were gradually melting. All kinds of strange scenes were mixed together.
(End of chapter)