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Chapter 627: The Power of the Demon Dragon

Dragon transformation!

Sherlock's eyes flashed with red light, and dragon power and demonic power spurted out from his blood. If you want to watch the complete version for free, please search it on Baidu.

"Ouch——"

A dragon roar suddenly sounded, and everyone on the mountain felt a strong pressure coming towards them.

Several of the mages who were chanting were unsettled, and were almost backfired by the spell.

Many weak familiars and natural companions shivered and huddled together.

"I didn't expect that he really mastered the dragon transformation." A purple-robed mage frowned and muttered: "How long will it take for the withering of entropy to occur."

"Thirty-seven seconds!" someone next to him replied.

"According to the plan, everyone except the mage group will come together," the purple-robed mage said decisively.

In an instant, countless arrows and spells were shot from around the mountain peak towards the huge figure in the center.

-1!

-1!

immunity!

-13!

immunity



In the dragon form, Sherlock's physical defense and magic resistance have reached an astonishing level.

Ordinary arrows cannot break through defenses, and they are immune to spells below level 4. The dozen or so points of damage they occasionally inflict are like scratching an itch for his nearly 20,000 health points.

Shylock spread his wings and flew into the air.

Suddenly, a huge boulder hit him, stopping him from rising into the air.

Bang!

Sherlock's dragon claws reached out and shattered the stone with one punch.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a sixteen-foot-tall stone giant sweeping towards him waving a stone pillar.

Dragon dance!

Physical damage 45%

Dragon Blade!

Sherlock swung away the stone pillar and punched the stone giant in the chest.

-6808!

The druid who has mastered the transformation of the stone giant already has the ability to influence a battle.

But he was still vulnerable to Sherlock's dragon transformation.

The high racial value and 12 times bonus attached to his body size in the dragon form, combined with the buff of Dragon Dance, give his unarmed attacks an extremely terrifying destructive power.

If it weren't for the stone giant's amazing physical defense, this punch would definitely kill the opponent directly.

"How many more seconds will it take?" In the darkness, the man in purple robe asked anxiously.

"Twenty-six!" one person replied.



After repelling the stone giant, Sherlock didn't stop at all and flew into the air with his wings spread.

He raised his head to the sky and roared, and black flames spurted out overwhelmingly.

"Protect the mage!"

Everyone who has studied the video countless times certainly knows the power of the Black Flame of the Demonic Dragon. More than a dozen Glory Paladins walked out with circles of halo and stood in front of the mage group.

Paladins have extremely high magic resistance. Under the aura, even the black flames of the demonic dragon cannot erode their bodies for a while.

"How many more seconds will it take?"

"sixteen!"



At this time, the two bone dragons and twelve vampires finally recovered from the dragon's power and cooperated with each other to entangle themselves.

The bone dragon is no smaller than Sherlock, and has about fifteen thousand health points. With vampires supporting him, he can't break out of the encirclement for a while.

"La la!"

A clear voice sounded, and Huayidi suddenly flew into the battlefield waving the Eternal Dream.

The white fluorescence rippled away, and both the bone dragon and the vampire retreated timidly.

Huayedi's ability to restrain undead creatures was demonstrated in the previous battle with the Dragon Worship Cult.

Afterwards, Sherlock asked for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the source of this ability. Now it helped him once again.

"return……"

"Nine seconds!"

"Lemuel, Azazel, it's our turn."



After passing through the blockade of the Bone Dragon Vampire, Sherlock finally saw the mage group of God's Hand.

At the same time, I also saw the three black-winged angels guarding the formation.

Angels are celestial beings, but none of them, whether they are the Aden Celestial Clan, the Gaidin Celestial Clan, or the Acid Celestial Clan, have black wings.

Only the fallen angels in the Nine Hells have such strange wings.

Unexpectedly, there are three fallen angels inside the Hand of God.

The black flames of the demonic dragon are invincible against ordinary people, but when faced with fallen angels who are purgatory creatures, the effect is less obvious.

Dimensional attack!

Sherlock borrowed the dimensional space, broke through the siege of three angels in one fell swoop, and instantly reached the sky above the mage group.

With a twist of its wings, the dragon's body swooped down and smashed itself into the crowd.

boom!

-1258!-889!-1368!……

Suddenly, a white light flashed, the mage group suffered countless casualties, and the long-planned withering of entropy also dissipated.

"Sherlock!"

A roar sounded from behind, and three attacks followed.

Death chains! Imprisonment!

Blasphemy!-756, Weakness!

Spear of Destruction!-1098, Armor Breaking!

The damage of the three skills is only secondary, but the accompanying abnormal status is quite troublesome.

Sherlock was held in place and could only withstand all subsequent attacks.

-49!

-11!

-25!

-339!

-412!



Under the two debuffs of Weakness and Serious Injury, attacks that were originally unable to break through defenses dealt considerable damage, and several fallen angels frequently launched various ultimate moves.

In less than three seconds, Sherlock's blood volume was reduced to less than 20%.

"Five seconds left, use all your strength." The purple-robed mage shouted loudly.

Although the group spell preparation failed, as long as the opponent can be killed and the altar is destroyed afterwards, the result will be the same.

-121!

-16!

-59!

4050!

Suddenly, among the red damage numbers, a green life recovery amount jumped out.

Immediately afterwards, the dense 4050s were refreshed continuously.

"Severely injured, why is no one seriously injured!" the purple-robed mage roared.

"Michael, their debuff cannot be judged to be successful." Remiel reminded him in a low voice beside him.

At this time, the purple-robed mage named Michael had regained his composure. Looking at Sherlock, whose blood volume had increased to 80% instead of decreasing in just a few seconds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in his heart.

Once he and Remiel's weak armor-piercing buff disappears, it will not be that easy to overwhelm the opponent's health line to this point with their remaining manpower.

4050!

4050!

The recovery effect of Deathwing in dragon form changes according to the number of enemies around it. The more health it absorbs, the more recovery it will have.

This skill with both area damage and super recovery is his last trump card.

Five seconds later, Deathwing ends and Sherlock's health is full.

He withstood the attacks of the three fallen angels, first swatting the paladins to death, and then sprayed a breath of dragon breath into the crowd again.

Without the paladin's resistance, patches of white light continued to flicker wherever the dragon's breath passed.

After a few times, only the three fallen angels, the druid transformed from the stone giant, and the necromancy spell that summoned zombies that had been encountered before were left on the field.

"Michael, let's go!" Lemuel sighed and persuaded.

"Michael, forget it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Azazel looked at Sherlock who was fighting more and more fiercely, but he didn't want to fight anymore.

Michael already wanted to quit at this time, but as the president of Hand of God, he really didn't want to run away in such a hurry.

More than 400 guild elites, 63 second-level professions, and their top ten mages, against a professional player, were completely killed by the opponent.

If this matter spreads, their reputation of God's Hand will definitely be severely damaged, and he himself will not be able to explain it to the board of directors.

"Let's go, if we also die here, there will really be no room for salvation, and the things in your hands..."

After hearing Remiel's reminder, Michael finally realized something more important.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated and escaped in different directions with the remaining four people.

Dragon Blade!

-6005

As soon as Sherlock grabbed it and swung it out, the druid who was running the slowest was beaten to death on the ground.

As for the rest of them, they had already run away, and he didn't want to pursue them any further.

Although the battle only lasted five minutes, the transformation of the dragon was too costly. The magic power and physical strength in his body were almost exhausted, and he could no longer withstand a long-distance pursuit.

Druid of the Forgotten Realms

Druid of the Forgotten Realms


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