Chapter 504 What a coincidence, I happen to know this secret method
Because of its size, once an undead creature is bred from a dragon's corpse, its soul strength will be dozens to hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary undead creatures at the same level.
Just like a big bone, as a golden skeleton, it is much stronger than an ordinary golden skeleton. If you pull it easily, others will fall apart.
The undead dragon in front of me was born from the corpse of a dragon. His soul is so strong that it even has its own name - Dragon Soul.
If the dragon soul is condensed into the dragon soul heart, its strength is likely to be hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary golden skeleton. This is a terrifying existence comparable to the Lord of Mourning.
The soul of Ange's body is definitely not as strong as the undead dragon, unless his body is moved here, so Ange raised his black crystal finger, and after being stirred up, his mental power turned into spiritual energy and struck the undead dragon's body.
The undead has no entity. Any directional attack can dodge the attack by spreading out its body or spreading out the point of impact of the attack. The same is true for the undead dragon.
But just when it thought that the spiritual contact would pass through the hole in the body, its forward momentum stalled.
When I looked down, I saw that the front end of the spirit tentacles had turned into a large net and stuck to the "under the ribs" part of its body.
People with weak spiritual power cannot see spiritual touch, and Lechner, who invented spiritual touch, cannot see it himself. However, the undead dragon can see it, which means that it has strong spiritual power.
However, it has obviously never been exposed to attacks like mental touch. It was a little surprised when it saw that it was stuck: "Huh?"
The mental contact contracted, and a strong force surged in, pulling it towards Ange at high speed, grabbing it and smashing it.
The undead dragon was still a little stunned when he was hit to the ground for the first time. He reacted when he was hit for the second time. When he was swinging up to hit him for the third time, he waved his body, cutting off Ange's spiritual contact, and opened his mouth.
Let out a roar of soul.
When a dragon soul whose soul is several times stronger than yours roars, the soul impact is like a huge wave, overwhelming the sea. The wave in front is enough to tear ordinary souls into pieces.
But the person opposite him was no ordinary person. Undead Dragon discovered that Ange, who was opposite him, just bowed up slightly and stood firm to resist the overwhelming soul impact.
The undead dragon felt that there seemed to be a huge black shadow behind Ange, a black shadow that was taller than the huge waves. The impact of his soul was like ripples blown by the breeze in front of the huge black shadow.
"Dazzled? Zaobada, you stayed up too late. You haven't slept for several years. You can't stay up like this anymore." The undead dragon muttered in his heart.
But no matter how much he muttered, Ange steadily withstood the soul impact, then opened his mouth and let out his own roar.
"Zobada, Soul Shock Beam? When did you learn it?" Nigris shouted in his heart in shock.
Some time ago, I was investigating the situation on the Hell Island and encountered an undead man driving a hearse. The other party used the soul impact beam to blast out the soul impact into one beam, making the power of the soul impact more concentrated and more destructive.
This impressed Nigris deeply, because it was the only soul impact that it had ever seen that had a change, just like other people's punches were fists, and its punches were like awls.
The 'awl' pierced the soul of the undead dragon, piercing his soul tightly.
Ange took the opportunity to raise his finger at him again, and his spirit was triggered, grabbing him and hitting him hard.
Every time you hit it, it's like using a wet sponge to touch the floor. When the sponge is picked up, the floor is already wet.
Where it was smashed, there was a faint smell of death, which meant that the undead dragon lost part of its body.
The undead dragon waved his hand, cutting off the spiritual contact, and retreated in confusion. He was already stunned.
As an undead dragon, he is very confident in his dragon soul. Even the scarecrow Wuga dare not enter his territory.
The Temple of Knowledge was obviously built by the king, so why did Wu Ga dare not come in and only wander outside? Because this is his territory.
But this guy who appeared out of nowhere not only has amazing attack methods, but he is also not inferior to him in soul competition. This is really like seeing the undead.
His retreat caused Ange to press in and the soul beam impacted! The scene repeated itself again. Ange seemed to have remembered what Negris taught him, 'catch him and bang him'.
smash.
The undead dragon broke free, Ange attacked, and when he caught it, he smashed it with a bang. The undead dragon broke free again, and Ange charged again, and when he caught it, he smashed it with a bang. The ground was smashed into dense spots filled with deadly energy.
Those are all stuck from the body of the undead dragon.
Gray and the others were dumbfounded. Tiguli looked at it and suddenly whispered: "Principal, are all your strong men fighting like this...weird?"
Gray said solemnly: "It's ugly. It looks like a gangster fighting, right? No, this is just a practical strategy between showing off skills and practicality. Although it is not cool, it makes full use of its own advantages.
Get up, this is the real battle."
Speaking of this, Gray said earnestly: "This is not an easy task. Practicality sometimes means ugly. There are no complicated chants, no unnecessary waste, and even the postures are not particular."
"I have seen some battle mages lie down on the ground to fight in order to reduce the visual area. If it is a short-sighted enemy, it is not easy to even lock eyes on him. To be honest, I can't do it. Sometimes I cast magic, and
I subconsciously pursue good looks, you are too professional."
Anthony next to him blushed when he heard this. This was not a show off skill or a practical choice, but an adult who had no concept of whether it looked good or not. If it worked, let alone lying down, Ange could remove his pelvis and fight again.
Faced with this gangster style of play, the undead dragon felt very uncomfortable, as if it was stuck to brown sugar and couldn't get rid of it.
He tried to distance himself and regroup, but with a Soul Shock Beam, the tentacles swung over and he couldn't close the distance at all.
As for the impact of his soul, the other party just bowed slightly to resist it. It was damning, Ange's soul was clearly not as strong as his.
Even his ten souls couldn't figure it out. Ange's current consciousness was a projection, and with the body protecting him behind it, it was impossible to impact Ange's soul.
Unless he can instantly annihilate the soul of Ange's current body.
But if he knew about it, I'm afraid he would kneel down on the spot. The projection of the other world would be able to withstand the impact of his soul. The opponent is the immortal god!
After several rounds of repetition, the undead dragon became determined, and its body exploded into a cloud of smoke, which quickly rushed back.
Ange threw out two spiritual touches at the same time, and kept sticking a piece from the smoke. The undead has no entity, and no matter which piece is lost, it is part of his soul.
In this state of smoke, he had no way to deal with it, so he could only fly away ruthlessly.
Finally, after losing a large part of its body, the undead dragon exited the range of spiritual contact.
"Damn it, you all have to—" The smoke coalesced into a humanoid creature with wings on its back. Just as he was about to make some angrily declaration, a beam of light shot out, engulfed his body, and knocked out the rest of his words.
broken.
"Ouch!" The little angel waved her little hand and let out an excited cry. She finally got a chance. Just now, the undead dragon had been pestered by Ange and had no chance to take action.
The undead dragon screamed, and the holy light made him smoke. This kind of holy light, which has collateral damage to undead creatures, is one of the few attacks that can make a dead person feel pain. It is much more painful than cutting him into seventeen or eight sections.
The undead dragon was so angry that he opened his mouth and yelled at the little angel.
The little angel raised his hands in front of him, and a holy seal appeared in front of him, blocking the impact of the soul. Boom! The holy seal was blasted into the little angel's body.
"Seal of Strength!" Nigris shouted: "Quickly, pull her aside, don't let her fight with the undead dragon."
Ange tilted his head with a strange expression and stood still.
Soon Nigris knew why Ange didn't move. He saw the little angel suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils in his eyes turned into gold - the pupils of the Holy Spirit.
At this moment, there was no expression on her face, as if she had turned into a sculpture without any emotion - the fighting state of a battle angel.
The wings behind him also opened suddenly, and a pair of wings of light were sprayed out - the four-winged archangel.
At the same time, the little angel held his hands empty, pulled up and down, and pulled out the archangel's staff.
Ange was projected here, and her strength is limited by the current body, but the little angel came from the original body. She is as strong as she is in the main plane here, and all Ange needs to do is to keep flowing.
Just give her strength.
The holy flame ignited on Ange's body, and a steady stream of holy power was projected to the little angel's body. Brush! The third pair of wings also spurted out - the six-winged archangel.
The Supreme Holy Spirit, loading completed.
The little angel pressed the archangel's staff with an expressionless expression and pushed it forward.
The holy light pierced the darkness and illuminated the dark cave.
The expression of the undead dragon changed drastically, and he almost rolled to the side, but was still rubbed to the side by the light beam, and half of its body was wiped away.
The light wings spurted out light, pushed the little angel and shot out, pressing down on the archangel's staff to strike at the undead dragon.
The Supreme Holy Spirit, the six-winged archangel, is a being who can stand up to Locke, the Lord of Mourning. Although the little angel has not yet reached that level, isn't he like Ange?
The projection of power could no longer keep up. Ange moved forward and a row of holy light missiles came out and chased the little angel. However, they did not explode and instead merged into the little angel's body.
The little angel, whose strength had been replenished, used the Archangel's staff to chop out a sacred moon bud, even though he had just shot a big one.
The head of the Archangel's Staff is in the shape of two wings coming together, which is very fancy. Most people are not willing to use it to chop things, but if they are willing, then it is a very handy axe.
The little angel only broke it once last time, but fortunately it was repaired by Duroken. This time, she poured the holy power into it in advance.
The archangel's 'axe' split the undead dragon in half, and the place where they were separated was smoking.
Suffering heavy losses, the undead dragon no longer expanded and contracted like when it first rushed out, punching out.
There was a loud noise, and the little angel blocked his attack, but he was still knocked back a few steps.
Just when the undead dragon was about to stop using those fancy techniques and seriously shrink his body to fight, something was thrown at him again.
When I looked down, I saw a spiritual touch.
"I'm carrying a baby——" Before the dragon ghost could finish his words, he was grabbed by Ange and hit with a bang.
The undead dragon is going crazy. When it spreads out, it is defeated by Little Angel. When it gathers, it is defeated by Ange. The soul shock cannot overcome Ange. He regrets extremely now that he should not have jumped out so rashly.
Run! After another difficult distance, the undead dragon gritted its teeth, turned into a ball of smoke, and quickly disappeared into the air.
White light flashed, and Anthony held the papal scepter high. A flash of light illuminated the surrounding space, and also illuminated a ball of 'qi', which had already floated towards the abyss.
Ange wiped out rows of holy light missiles and shot them after the ball of 'qi', exploding clouds of black smoke. The little angel also flashed a beam of light, creating a black smoke belt.
But the undead dragon seemed to have made up its mind, drifting forward regardless, and immediately rushed into the abyss.
At this moment, the big cat opened its mouth: "Ah——"
The undead dragon screamed in horror: "Ah-ah-ah-oh-oh-"
In this state, the big cat is the one who can restrain him the most. A fluctuation in the space can wear away a layer of his body, and even his screams are no longer coherent. It is really miserable.
As a last resort, he came back together and found that Ange's essence had stuck to his body.
Caught it back and smashed it.
An undead dragon that was dozens or hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary skeleton was forcibly cut into a dying dragon soul, floating there miserably, without even fireworks coming out.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's too bad, what's your name?" Nigris asked with some sympathy.
Dragon Soul said nothing and resisted silently.
Nigris didn't care, so he changed the question and asked: "Don't you know magic? Why do you, an undead, have to fight with them in close combat?"
I don’t know if this question touched the sore point of the undead dragon, but he was beating and shouting: "I am a majestic black dragon, and my claws and claws are my sharpest weapons. I don’t want those sticky magics!"
Nigris complained in understanding: "Yes, yes, I know you are a black dragon, but you are still so arrogant even after death, so you are the reincarnation of this dragon?"
As soon as he mentioned black dragons, Negris understood that among so many types of dragons, black dragons are the best at hand-to-hand combat. When they reach adulthood, they can reach more than fifty meters in length, and their shoulders are wide and their hands are long. They are similar to brass dragons.
Little short hands are completely different.
Their super strong magic resistance and thick skin with hard scales allow them to carry the enemy's magic and blast them, and when they get close, they can tear any enemy to pieces with their claws. When encountering such a tough enemy, they are sometimes helpless.
But that was when he was alive, and he was still so stubborn even after he was dead. Only the black dragon could be so stubborn.
The petrified dragon tied by the chain is a black dragon. This dragon soul thinks that it is a black dragon. Is it an undead dragon that retains the memories of his life and was reincarnated?
Dragon Soul was silent for a while and said: "No."
"It's not reincarnation, you're just a black dragon?" Nigris said inexplicably.
It is not reincarnation. It has no inheritance relationship with the dragon corpse itself. It is essentially just a powerful undead dragon soul. What does it have to do with the black dragon.
Nigris' words obviously touched the pain point of Dragon Soul again. He condensed his dragon head angrily and roared: "You damn embryo dragon, you are a bastard brass dragon."
"Okay, okay, I'm a shitty brass dragon." Nigris was very patient with this undead dragon, as if he was looking at a stubborn junior: "You are so stubborn even after death, I don't believe you even if you say you are not a black dragon.
, if you like melee combat so much, why don’t you reincarnate as Black Samurai?”
The undead dragon said angrily: "Do you want to tease me? Even the immortal king can't figure out this legendary secret method of reincarnation. Where can I reincarnate?"
"Well, you haven't seen the Reincarnation Altar, have you?" Speaking of the Black Warrior, the former Black Warrior Emperor Anthony couldn't help it. He invented the Reincarnation Altar that can reincarnate the Black Warrior.
"No, how could the Black Warrior be reincarnated at the Reincarnation Altar? You can kill or chop them up as you please, don't tease me!" Dragon Soul roared angrily. If he couldn't beat these guys in front of him, he would definitely jump out and beat them up.
Anthony said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I happen to know the secret method to reincarnate as a black warrior, Dragon Soul Warrior? It's exciting just thinking about it. Do you want to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Warrior and use your minions to your heart's content?"