During the communication with Drautilon that seemed like a quarrel, Crownpis noticed a problem: "It's natural to eliminate it, but what's wrong with your tone? It's obviously quite cute at first."
Drautilon: "This is magic communication. I don't know how to do the 'ventriloquism' of my heart!"
Crownpis: "It's already started, so there's nothing we can do about it."
After the communication was interrupted, Crownpis notified Yayaka to start a saturation bombardment of the orc army, then opened the portal and jumped in.
It landed over the battlefield and spread its wings to float in the air.
It's quite spectacular to see here. On the west side of the orc army is Drodiron, who is baring his teeth and claws with all kinds of magic bombardments. On the northeast side is the bombardment of battleships. On the east side...the unconscious Sylvie is still stepping on the lion's head.
The orc army was in chaos, and some were trying to escape. Perhaps "Sylvie"'s "explosion" was too strong before, so no one tried to rescue Larcu?
There are also those who plan to stand up to the challenge. I wonder if they think they have a chance of winning or are they trying to protect more orcs from escaping back to the orc country?
But it would be a bit troublesome to act like a beast here.
Crownpis looked around to see her current height above the ground, as well as the location of the nearest villages and other residential areas.
"Well, no problem, you don't have to worry about destroying villages, farmlands and cities." Crownpis raised her hand and opened the magic circle, "Well, be careful to avoid Sylvie, even if it doesn't work, it will work anyway.
This work, and the beast-eared girl is still alive, then——the meteorite fell!"
"call out------"
The huge block of light suddenly fell from nearly three thousand meters in the air.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Looking at the army below that was submerged in the explosion flames and swallowed up by the air waves or blown away like pieces of flesh that were accidentally thrown away when grabbing a pot, Crounpis was startled for a moment, touched his whole body several times, and suddenly slapped his forehead.
, showing an expression of regret——
"Oops, I forgot to transfer the soul-eating rod from Sylvie. At level 105, I can't directly gain experience points, so all the experience points will fly away."
A few minutes later——
Crownpis landed next to Sylvie, summoned a tree man, picked up Sylvie, the beast-eared girl and the lion king Larku, and took them into what was originally the orc army's camp.
He walked up to Drautilon who was lying on the ground holding a dark object that was slightly larger than himself.
"His Majesty the Black Lin Dragon King, will the signing that we talked about so freely in the previous meeting continue? By the way, let's talk to these remaining high-level enemy prisoners?"
Drautilon did not answer this question, but turned her head, revealing her angry face that was filled with tears and gritted her teeth: "You...you are planning to kill me too!"
She seemed to be so angry that she no longer cared about the topic of Crounpith or the things on the tree man behind her.
"It's nothing. It didn't hit you directly. If it was just an explosion shock wave, you can easily block it now." Crounpis said that she believed in your strength and tilted her head innocently.
"But, but...Bissedor, he...Bissedor was killed by you!"
"Ah, who is this?" Crownpith tilted her body to the side and looked at the object beneath Drautilon.
"Bissedor... is our country's royal magic caster. If it weren't for his teleportation magic, how could I... have come here?"
"I see, that's it. This is my responsibility. Then resurrect him. Don't you know how to revive him with magic?"
"Ah? Who told you?"
"When I was chatting with the dragon under my command, it was said that there is still no need to pay the price... No, it is the original magic that uses the souls of other people as sacrifices to resurrect the objects that need to be resurrected."
Drautilon's face became a little ugly, she pursed her lips and turned her head to the side: "No, how could I have such vicious magic? Huh, there are rumors. Probably because I am a weird dragon king and the dragon king who is not popular with the dragon clan.
Probably because they are the descendants of human beings who are very humble in their eyes."
"But you did take the opportunity to absorb a lot of souls during the battle."
"Drink!" Drautilon's shoulders trembled and she said stiffly, "Can you see... come out?"
"At least I have the experience of killing the Rotten Coffin Dragon King. This matter is being spread throughout the Central Continent. It is estimated that my legend will be popular here sooner or later. Although it is impossible to match myself with the legendary figure.
That's another story, hee hee hee hee." Crounpis smiled naughtily with his teeth exposed.
In fact, it was Crounpith who discovered that Drautilon's level had actually been raised to level 81. Without absorbing souls, there was no way to raise the level back in such a short period of time.
"Alas," Drautilon sighed and murmured in a low voice, "After all, I have the strength but I don't have the absolute confidence to protect everyone. I am not a human being. If other races are willing to live in harmony, I am also willing to accept them, but purely
The human country's vision is too narrow. If the war situation here spreads to the human country, the Dragon Kingdom, which is supposed to be the victim of the orcs, will also be hostile. Let's not talk about other countries. If the Theocratic State is determined
If you destroy me, now I don’t have the confidence to win, so I can’t do it without retaining some trump cards.”
"Like the ultimate explosion?"
"Do you even know this?!"
"The explanation I gave you before was not detailed enough. In fact, when I was fighting with you who was possessed by the Thousand-Blade Dragon King, I ate one head-on in order to protect the city (self-proclaimed). If your body wasn't a little weak, I might have had to remove half of it.
Oh my life."
"Really? I'm sorry."
"Okay, since you sincerely apologized for the ultimate explosion, let me sincerely apologize in return." Clawnpis stretched out his hand and pointed at the corpse, "Resurrection."
As the green light enveloped him, the burnt blackness on the man's body quickly receded, and his chest began to rise and fall.
"Bissedor...that's great." Drodiron shed more tears.
"Then let's clean up the battlefield together. Under that blow, there were still corpses. If you leave it alone, you will become undead. The citizens of your country for miles around have become the food of the orcs. There are no strong men.
Yo. The two of us have done enough cleaning. After all, we are so powerful." Clawnpis smiled and stretched out her hand to Drodiron.
"Hmm... Okay." Drautilon hesitated for a moment, and after thinking that this was the most important thing to do at the moment, let's not worry about anything else, so she took Clawnpith's hand and stood up.
Even though it was time to clean up, Drotilon was in a bit of a dilemma. Among the level magics she mastered, there was no magic that could decompose or purify the corpse. High-level magic could beat the corpse to the point where there was no dust left, but it was still intact.
There were quite a few corpses. She had just experienced another massacre and her magic power was not enough.