The protoss Turas was still working hard to study the various mysterious and strange patterns carved on it, but it had to temporarily stop the work halfway through.
There is no way, that old dragon is back!
The expected battle between the fire man and the old dragon did not happen, or it happened too briefly, so that Tulas was blocked on the high platform by the old dragon who rushed back before he could find the real entrance.
Seeing the ice bone dragon Knuckles reappearing in front of him after breaking through the fog, the star spirit Turas felt a little sad.
This old dragon is so miserable!
After being forcibly transformed from the Ice Dragon into the Ice Bone Dragon, all the scales and flesh on Knuckles' body have disappeared, leaving only the jagged bones that are stronger than fine steel and the huge and exaggerated flag-gun-like bone spurs.
And between the blue-gray keel, periosteum, and bone seams, there is a bright blue icy air filled. The blue cold power fills the bone dragon's chest, abdomen and skull, and is still condensing on the body surface.
It became a piece of strange ice flower runes that swirled and disappeared.
A layer of transparent blue ice crystals wraps every inch of the bones on the bone dragon's body. If you want to attack the bone dragon's body, the first one needs to break through the ice force field outside the body, and the second one needs to break through the ice crystal protection.
Only by breaking through these two layers of basic defense can it be possible to extend the attack to the bone dragon's body!
In this cold ice temple, Knuckles seemed to have endless power and was able to use the terrifying cold power extravagantly.
This is its lair and its home ground!
In this temple of ice, it is impossible for any level 4 creature to defeat the Ice Bone Dragon Knuckles backed by the Ancient Winter Box.
But there are exceptions to everything!
The only thing that can defeat a super holy weapon is another super holy weapon!
The old dragon, who did not dare to carry the Box of Winter with him and could only endlessly absorb the power inside, suddenly faced Greem who had two super-level witchcraft weapons in his hands, and was naturally defeated in an instant.
The terrifying golden flames exploded on the old dragon's body. No matter how the old dragon beat and collected the cold air, it could not get rid of them. The golden flames and the blue cold air interacted and collided crazily in its body, almost causing a fire.
All the energy in the old dragon's body rioted.
The once elegant, proud, sacred, and coercive Frost Bone Dragon Knuckles is now half of the body made of fire and half of the body made of ice. Two strange laws of power use its body as a battlefield and its energy and life as fuel.
, fighting each other crazily.
And every time they collide and interact, what they consume is the vitality that Knuckles is most reluctant to give up...
The frost bone dragon Knuckles was so burned by the fire that it was almost impossible to see, and he stumbled all the way back to the mysterious high platform.
Now it is in urgent need of help from the ancient Box of Winter.
Only the pure and abundant power of the severe winter inside could extinguish the stubborn damn flames on its dragon body. However, it rushed back to the high platform and saw the hateful star spirit who was trying to break the talisman formation at a glance.
Knuckles almost went crazy.
Although it has been severely damaged by the Law of Fire, its majestic divine power and powerful dragon language magic are still there, so how can it be afraid of an unworthy 'thief'!
Opening his mouth wide, a strange dragon's breath intertwined with ice and fire hit the blue starlight.
Damn it, why did this old dragon come back so quickly...
While secretly complaining, the star spirit Turas flashed with psionic energy in his body, and quickly condensed several psionic energy shields in front of him, blocking the hot and cold dragon's breath that swept towards him.
If flames and cold air alone are nothing, this kind of shield constructed from psionic energy can perfectly defend against any elemental magic particles. But the two powers of law attached to the dragon's breath are the most powerful.
Terrible.
They adhere to the shield with the scorching flames and the extremely cold dragon's breath. While entangled and fighting with each other, they are also frantically destroying the stability of the psionic energy.
Several psionic shields failed to last until the end of the dragon's breath, and exploded into brilliant fireworks amid bursts of crisp explosions.
The next moment, the old dragon's burnt-black mouth opened wide, knocking away the fireflies that filled the sky, and viciously bit the protoss' strangely beautiful body like blue clouds.
Damn it, it turned out to be the power of law with dual attributes, and it was still such weird ice and fire...
Star Spirit Turas didn't even have time to curse. His body flashed and moved a hundred meters, avoiding the terrifying mouth under the hood.
But as soon as its body emerged, the old dragon's huge long tail, which was also burnt black, appeared in front of it through the mist with a howling wind.
After all, this is Knuckles' home court, and even the slightest energy change or disturbance in the Ice Temple cannot be hidden from its ears and eyes. Therefore, Tulas, who was reluctant to leave the high platform too far and flashed a little closer, immediately suffered
The old dragon's two-hit combo.
This time the protoss Turas no longer had time to react.
The thick and long dragon tail crushed several newly emerged nether energy shields, and struck Tulas' strange cloud-like body.
There was no sound of bones exploding or flesh exploding. The blue light cluster that was purely condensed from the virtual cloud and the starlight nodes inside were scattered by this terrifying force.
The blue blob disappears instantly.
When he reappeared, he was already deep in a mist five hundred meters away.
After a period of difficult assembly and combination, the star cluster was reunited and formed. However, more than half of the starlight nodes that formed the torso of the protoss were lost, while nearly 30% of the cloud-like psionic energy that formed the periphery of the body was lost.
"Damn it, damn it... This is a huge loss!" Turas struggled to support his body and said bitterly: "The psionic circuit was broken up and reorganized, and 30% of the psionic energy was lost. Such a huge loss does not take a hundred years.
I’m afraid I can’t make up for it! Damn old dragon, I’ll make you pay the price…”
Cursing in a low voice, Tulas adjusted his psionic power.
Soon, countless strange lights hit in all directions, and its gorgeous and weird body disappeared into the mist again.
After driving away the star spirit Turas, the old dragon Knuckles rushed back to the high platform. As soon as its breath touched the dense rune lines on the table, a strange light pattern array emerged, turning it
Completely enveloped in it.
The old dragon's soul breath interacted with the light pattern array. After a series of verifications and reviews, a ball of light finally lit up in the center of the high platform. A tiny opening opened on the smooth ice crystal stone slab, and a rich and almost almost
Substantial frost and freezing air.
As soon as the liquid frosty air came into contact with the outside air, it immediately decomposed into a mist-like thick mist, spreading in all directions. The old dragon couldn't wait to bring his big mouth to the entrance of the cave, greedily absorbing this
A liquid form of severe cold power.
Strangely enough, as soon as the cold force entered the body, the golden flames burning all over the old dragon's torso were instantly extinguished. The blue ice power once again dominated the entire body, even the dragon bones exposed after the ice crystals were broken.
After the cold air passed, it was re-covered with a layer of ice crystal armor.
However, along with the force of the severe cold, there was also an unusually pale aura of death that entered the body.
Their influx immediately turned the old dragon's originally strong breath of life into decay and dullness. Many of the blue and delicate dragon bones began to turn black and yellow in an instant, and a putrid smell unique to the undead immediately wrapped around Knuckles.
's soul.
As a once proud and majestic dragon, he has always been extremely disgusted with undead creatures!
But now, in order to become more powerful, it has to give up the pride and glory of the dragon and throw itself into the arms of the undead. For Knuckles, who has always regarded glory as life, this is undoubtedly a great impact on its soul.
Very huge!
However, at this critical moment of life and death, it cannot be allowed to continue to be ambiguous.
Old Dragon Nax suddenly raised his nose and sniffed. The violent and ferocious power of cold mixed with the terrifying power of death washed away its soul crazily, trying hard to transform it into an appearance suitable for a super-level holy weapon.
If there is no invasion by foreign enemies, it can extend this transformation process to hundreds of years. In this way, the pain endured by the soul's origin can be spread over a long period of time.
But now, it doesn't have so much time, so it can only risk its life to carry out transformation in front of the battle!
As a result, the risk of transformation failure increases dramatically.
The old dragon Knuckles raised his neck and let out a long and painful groan. Its body, which was just blue just now, was decaying and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The power of severe cold and the power of death were intertwined in its body,
Its body quickly turns black and becomes brittle, as if it had been brushed with ink.
This kind of double transformation from body to soul has a shock to the soul and the origin of life that ordinary people cannot bear.
Even the old dragon Knuckles could only wail desperately, venting his unspeakable terrible pain with bursts of sonic dragon roars!
The fog continued to shake.
Near the high platform, one on the left and one on the right, two strange figures slowly walked out.
They looked at the giant dragon on the high platform with its neck raised and groaning, and then looked at each other, their eyes full of unconcealed greed and vigilance in the face of powerful enemies.
"I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply..." Lich Kanggnas on the left spoke first: "It seems that the sacred book of wisdom has been completely surrendered by you, otherwise you would not have such a powerful power.
!”
The scarlet soul fire swept across the book-shaped witchcraft held in Greem's hand, which was filled with deep regrets and endless regrets.
If I had known that the Holy Book of Wisdom was so powerful, I would have fought with this fiery man to win it in the plane of Morian, even if both sides were harmed.
But it's too late to say anything now.
The other party has obviously completely surrendered to the Holy Book of Wisdom and assimilated it into his own witchcraft. It is undoubtedly very unwise to dwell on the past at this time. (To be continued)