Thick clouds hovered high in the sky, and blood-red lightning flashed across the rolling clouds from time to time. The sunlight was blocked, and the day turned into night.
An unknown small island, the beach is full of dead fish and shrimps, all rolled up by the huge waves. The coconut trees were also eroded by an unknown force, and the leaves and bark turned black, even the trees
The tender and juicy coconut burst open and black mucus flowed out.
Molag Bal was furious at the thick liquid and was wiping it from his body with his hands.
If it were its true form in a foreign land, the juice would be frozen into solid ice when it was tens of meters away, making it impossible to stick to the body.
Audaweiying's wings hung feebly on the ground, and the golden light of the recovery magic on his body flickered one after another. Even in the battle with the devil's projection clone, Aodaweiying's magic power was exhausted. He could use it after recovering a little.
Treat your own injuries.
Not far away, Werther was standing on the beach, his whole body covered in defensive magic, panting, his eyes fixed on Morag, not daring to be careless about any of his moves, and always ready to continue fighting.
"Dragonborn, as long as Morag's body still stands on this continent, its power will erode the world every moment. If this continues, its power will become stronger and stronger, and the entire world will gradually be assimilated by it.
." Duneville's Dragon Spirit and Werther are communicating with each other through consciousness.
Witte, who has studied the awakening of dragon souls for many years, has been able to make more than twenty dragon souls in his body come out of the body and control them to fight without any remaining blood, and can still retain some consciousness. Unfortunately, these dragon souls could not speak when they were alive and could communicate.
Only Duneville.
"I knew it, I discovered it from the moment it appeared, so Aldawying and I took it away from Westeros."
As long as Morag doesn't move, Vit will stay still. He will rest and recover his physical strength and magic power while communicating with Duneviel to find a way.
Duneville's dragon soul circled behind Werther: "Your current situation is not good either! The consciousness-controlled dragon roar you use comes from Hermaeus, and its power has corroded your soul. Soon you will become its
slave."
"The demon is immortal. I am only a dragonborn, not a dragon god. To deal with Morag, I can only rely on the power of another demon."
A large piece of keel bone on Werther's breastplate was also knocked off and disappeared, and the two keel bone gauntlets were in tatters, with bubbles popping up on the skin.
When the bubbles expand to the size of a fist, they will explode and flow out the black water inside. The black water drips along Witte's hands and feet. Now when these bubbles have reached their maximum size, it is possible to vaguely see eyeballs and pupils inside, polluting the small island.
And the black slime in the nearby sea comes from Werther.
"Obviously this method worked. Morag doesn't like the power of another demon to contaminate his body."
Dunevire: "Hermaeus is even less trustworthy than Morag!"
Werther took the initiative to allow Hermaeus' power to corrode him to increase his own strength. Unexpectedly, the power of the big-eyed monster was okay against humans, but it was useless in front of Morag, who was good at fighting, other than polluting the land and disgusting the opponent:
"Of course I know. Apart from asking me to kill Morag now, do you have any solution?"
Dunevir's dragon soul turned to the side and looked at Morag: "Maybe I can use the power of the soul cairn to help before I die."
"Stupid Dragonborn!"
After cleaning up his body, Morag raised the huge mace in his hand and pointed it at Werther: "Hermaeus can't save you, you must die today!"
"Fus~Ro~~" Werther was halfway through shouting when Morag was already at his side.
Bang! The swung mace knocked Werther away with one blow.
It was too fast! Werther could barely keep up with the opponent's speed. All he could do was raise his hands to block and protect his body and head.
Cha~cha~
Werther's body, which flew out rapidly, hit the sea surface and was bounced up. He rolled and spun in the air and then fell down, hitting a series of water splashes on the sea surface.
The world was spinning for a while, and when the strength gradually weakened, Werther finally took control of his body.
His arms, protected by multiple magics, were red, swollen, numb, and stretched at his sides, temporarily unable to move. Witte used magic on his feet to quickly freeze an ice floe on the sea surface to stand on.
Roar~ With a dragon roar, Audaweiying on the island rushed towards Morag.
Lightning exploded all over the dragon's body and quickly converged on its head, mixing with the dragon flames in its mouth and spitting out.
boom!
In this attack, Audawei Ying used up all his magic power. The churning flames rolled all the trees, sand, seawater and rocks into the air. The smoke and dust shot straight into the clouds, and the waves were raised to a height of thirty or forty meters.
The sea breeze quickly blew away the smoke. Werther struggled out of the churning water and stepped onto the ice floe again. He saw that the island he had just set foot on had been wiped out of the world by the violent explosion.
"Audawei Ying!"
Through the connection with the dragon, Werther sensed that Odaweying was above the dark clouds above his head. At this moment, he was not feeling well and needed help urgently.
The seawater swept up by the explosion began to fall like a waterfall, and Audaweiying also rolled headfirst and fell out of the dark clouds, his wings still rolling up and beating his body.
Morag was standing on its back, holding the thorns with one hand and beating it with the mace with the other.
With a sweep of the stick, the roots of the thorns thicker than a human body were broken off.
With a heavy blow from the stick, the dark red scales shattered into slag, and the thick ribs were broken.
Without the magic power, the dragon's flames sprayed onto Morag's back to burn him, and his injuries would recover in less than a second.
Audaweiying couldn't attack his back, so he knew that Werther had to come to help, so he ignored Morag's attack and rushed towards Werther.
With another heavy blow, Aodawei Ying tilted his head, the scales on his neck were cracked, and blood splashed out. The seawater droplets in the air were evaporated into white water vapor, and the hot dragon's blood scattered with white smoke on the sea surface.
, like an inverted white chrysanthemum.
The agile Morag quickly stood on the dragon's head.
"Hiss~~" The muscles in Morag's arms exploded, and after letting out a strange roar, two strong dragon horns were suddenly broken off by it.
Roar~~
The dragon horns grew from the skull, and Audawei Ying roared in pain.
Standing on the sea, Werther didn't want to look anymore, but he knew that even if he was hit in the eyeball during a battle, he could not close his eyes and must keep an eye on his opponent's every move.
Audawei Ying is not a mount, it is a talking dragon. Although Ao Dawei Ying can lay eggs, Werther still thinks that Ao Dawei Ying is a friend, comrade-in-arms, and good brother of a different species connected by blood.
"Molag Bal! You bastard!" He called the demon god by his full name without shouting or roaring. What he said was very gloomy.
He took off his helmet, took off the damaged breastplate and gauntlets, and held the dagger hanging on his waist in his right hand. There was no way to use this dagger in the fight with Morag, who had long arms and long legs and was quick to move.
"If you continue to fight Morag, you will die. If you don't fight, you will still become the slave of the big-eyed monster. Haha, I, Witte, will not just accept my fate!"
Werther held the dagger in his hand, pointed the tip at his heart, and stabbed him.