Aztec looked at the dragon's breath getting closer and closer to him, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
It looked at the plane golden dragon with an obvious look of ridicule, and said coldly: "You forced me to do this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody drill bit seemed to be injected with some huge energy, and it actually crushed back the dragon's breath that had the upper hand.
"Boom boom boom~~~"
The bloody drill actually directly broke through the dragon's breath offensive, and without losing its momentum, it directly hit the golden dragon of the holy plane.
The golden dragon flew out like a broken sack and hit the barrier on the battlefield of the Holy City.
Why could the Aztecs, who were originally at a disadvantage, make a comeback?
It turns out that Aztec won this round at the cost of breaking the staff.
No wonder it flashed a hint of physical pain, after all, that staff was a magic weapon that had been with it for many years.
Just as Azteca recalled the broken staff, he put it into his storage space very solemnly.
After doing this, Aztec looked at the place where the golden dragon fell. At this moment, a golden stream of light rushed out from the ruins.
Aztec looked at the stream of light getting closer and closer to him, raised his hand and condensed a bloody shield in front of him.
"Boom~~~"
Aztec flew hundreds of meters away, including everyone before he stopped.
Only then did he see the stream of light clearly. It was the Golden Dragon of the Holy Plane, but it was a bit miserable at the moment, because its body was dripping with light golden blood.
Judging from the injuries on its body, it was probably just a large piece of dragon scales that had been blown away. It didn't cause much damage, but it just looked a bit miserable.
It's just that the eyes that were originally full of endless majesty are now red. Looking at them like that, they must be angry.
It looked at Azteca flying hundreds of meters upside down, and when it raised its ferocious dragon head, there was a real dragon's breath.
Aztec looked at the dragon's breath flying towards him, his eyes full of fear.
I quickly wanted to hide aside, but dragon breath can be freely controlled. So this scene appeared over the battlefield of the Holy City. Aztec was still dodging in front, and the golden dragon kept spraying dragon breath at it.
When representatives from various countries saw such a scene, they couldn't help but look weird.
"Why do I feel that this dead emperor is so weak!"
"It's not that it's weak, it's that the golden dragon's breath is too strong. I didn't see it but it was just dodging on one side, and at the same time, it didn't forget to gather its strength to counterattack."
"..."
That's right, as Pluto's subordinate, it couldn't embarrass him here. So when it was hiding in all directions, it gathered all its strength and prepared for a desperate fight.
Aztec once again dodged an attack from the dragon's breath. It turned around and looked at the golden dragon and said coldly: "Reptile, suffer death!"
"Blood God Slaughter!"
Aztec took out the long sword that was still dripping with blood-colored liquid from the immediate storage space. The blood-like liquid fell on the battlefield ground of the Holy City, corroding pits of different sizes.
Hole.
Aztec looked at the Blood God Slaughter in front of him, his eyes filled with incomparable respect, because this was given to him as a reward for completing the mission assigned by Pluto, and he injected most of his remaining energy into it.
The long sword named Blood God Slaughter flew towards the golden formation waiting at an extremely fast speed.
Its biggest feature is that it is so sharp that it can easily break through the defenses of even a little emperor's body.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Blood God Slaughter directly ignored the hard scales on the golden dragon's body, which penetrated directly through the golden body.
“Oohoho~~”
The golden dragon's body was penetrated, and the severe pain caused it, as a sub-emperor, to look up to the sky and roar.
At the same time, the powerful aura on Jinlong's body was passing quickly.
This is because the Blood God Slaughter has a strong corrosive effect, which directly penetrates the golden dragon's body, so the corrosive blood is constantly corroding the golden dragon's internal organs.
"Ahahaha~"
And Aztec looked at the extremely painful golden dragon, looking up to the sky and laughing.
Although the aura on Aztec's body has become extremely weak, this is because the Brahma Sunflower in the battlefield of the Holy City is constantly stripping away the energy from it. But it is still extremely happy looking at the appearance of the golden dragon.
Because it proves that as a subordinate of Pluto, he has not embarrassed Pluto.
"Bah bang bang~ It's really an exciting battle!"
Just when the Golden Dragon of the Holy Plane and the Aztecs were both injured, Michael slowly flew in from outside the battlefield of the Holy City.
Michael looked at the golden dragon that had lost the ability to resist, his eyes full of fear.
Because he knew that if he had a head-on confrontation with Aztec from the beginning, he would definitely be the loser.
The current situation is the result that Michael wants. As long as he personally cuts off Aztec's head later, people in the world will only know that Michael killed an emperor with his own hands. As for
The process doesn't seem so important.
"As a stepping stone for me to become famous, I can allow you to tell me your last wish, but what if I can still be merciful and help you fulfill it?" Michael looked at the extremely weak Aztec with a look in his eyes.
It's full of ridicule.
"Hehehe~ My last wish is for you to kill yourself, so hurry up and complete it! You must watch my last wish come true."
Aztec looked at Michael, who looked aloof, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
But it doesn't say anything about the stupid problem of more people bullying less people, because every time their demons attack a city, they send out a large number of low-cost demons to consume human power.
So it's just a pity now that it can't kill Michael personally because he has the ultimate trump card.
Michael looked at the mocking Aztec, with a trace of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. Because he had just mocked it, and now he was being mocked in turn.
In order to save his lost face, Michael said coldly: "It seems that you have taken my kindness as a joke. Sure enough, the ancients are right, you should never be kind when facing monsters!
"
"Hehehe~ Then you can take action, we still don't know who will win!" Aztec looked at Michael who was about to take action and said coldly.
Aztec raised his hand and waved to the Blood God Slaughter, which had penetrated the golden dragon of the Holy Plane, and it flew into Aztec's hand.
It held the Blood God Slaughter in its hand and rushed towards Michael quickly.
Although there is not much energy left in it, as a demon, it has never been proud of its powerful magical attacks.
And Michael looked at Azteca, who was flying quickly, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Green-manged Scepter of Holy Scorn!" A green-colored feathered scepter appeared in Michael's hand.
He raised his hand and waved in the direction of the speeding Aztec, and countless light slashes condensed with divine power appeared in the air.
Aztec looked at the countless sacred light slashes flying towards him, his eyes full of fear.