"Go away!" Muria glanced at the three soul-level werewolves, "For the sake of you not abandoning this dragon, I will spare your lives."
"..." The three soul-level werewolves were silent and did not respond. Their bodies also did not move, and they had no intention of retreating.
Below, the werewolf continued to pass his claws to the Demon Sword, but the Demon Sword had its own spirituality, the sword trembled slightly, and the thunder and flames bursting from it became more intense, leaving the werewolf with only bones of its claws.
, began to crack. It did not allow anyone other than Muria to hold its hilt, not even a hair.
"It seems that I have to teach you a lesson!" Muria sighed, her spiritual light shining, and her huge dragon body quickly shrunk and changed, turning into the form of a human boy with black hair and golden eyes, only about 1.5 meters tall.
"However, I won't bully you either!" Muria, who transformed into a human form, stretched out his hand and grasped it. A large halberd surrounded by wind and thunder, burning with golden dragon flames, with a black shaft and a gilded blade appeared in his hand.
The first exclusive weapon forged by Muria - the Prison Suppressing Halberd.
"As long as you can take my blow."
"After receiving your attack, can you let us take away the Red Dragon Outlet?" A soul-minded werewolf looked at the halberd in Muria's hand with fear and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, provided that you can survive." Muria smiled, and then, compared to the werewolf's body of more than four meters tall, the figure, which was quite short at this time, disappeared in an instant.
Then, Muria's figure appeared above the head of an alert werewolf. He held a halberd in one hand and slashed down. Without any hindrance, like a hob cutting butter, he cut the armored wolf from the werewolf.
Claws cut off.
Then, the crescent-shaped halberd blade penetrated the werewolf's right shoulder and slashed out diagonally from the left abdomen. Black and red blood spilled into the sky. The werewolf's body was split into two pieces by Muria's halberd and fell from the air.
.
"Too weak." Muria disappeared again, and then, two screams sounded one after another. The three soul-level werewolves had no time to resist, and without touching Muria, they were chopped into pieces by him and lay on the ground.
Howling, lingering for breath.
Even in human form, Muria's physique at this time is still superior to these werewolves. Coupled with the nearly indestructible edge of the prison-suppressing halberd made of legendary metal, no one can resist these three werewolves.
Muria struck.
"You should also go and lie down." Muria rushed to the back of the Red Dragon Outlets and kicked a pair of claws that were already burned by the thunder fire and were about to burst the werewolf's jaw. There was a harsh sound of bone cracking.
, kicking it into the air.
Before it had time to react, Muria swung the prison-suppressing halberd and cut it in half through the chest, cutting off a pair of its claws as well.
A scream containing pain rang out, leaving only the intact head and half-chest of the soul werewolf lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and at his miserable and horrifying wounds, the flesh and blood squirmed, trying to
grow again.
However, every time it grows, it is destroyed by the golden thunder and dragon flames attached to the wound. This is the residual power left by Muria when he attacks, suppressing or even aggravating the opponent's injuries.
The same was true for the other three werewolves. The wounds severed by Muria were entangled with thunder and fire, preventing them from recovering from their injuries.
It doesn't matter if soul-level creatures are tortured by being quartered by five horses. As long as those limbs can be reattached, they can still grow back and recover.
But in a situation like the four werewolves, as long as Muria's power remains, there is no such naive idea that they can grow up just by connecting them.
"The result of overestimating one's capabilities!" Muria glanced indifferently at the four werewolves below. Then, with a high-pitched dragon roar, Muria once again transformed into the form of a dragon and headed towards the sky above Varianti.
Fly away.
He is not worried that these four soul werewolves can still stand up and rescue the red dragon. After being chopped like this by him, half of one life is lost. Can the remaining half be able to withstand the erosion of his power on them?
, is still a problem.
Of the four soul werewolves today, it would be great if two of them survived, and even if they could survive, their power level would definitely drop, and they would be considered completely useless.
Because, except for chopping their heads, Muria basically didn't hold anything back. Previously, he had given them a chance to escape for the sake of their loyalty, but it was a pity that they didn't cherish it.
As an evil race that is naturally hostile to him, Muria naturally cannot talk about benevolence and justice. Well, the most important thing is that Muria has no interest in them. He already has a pack of dragons transformed into wolves.
Regarding camp opposition, this kind of thing can't be forcibly distorted and deflected through acquired "education". Under his hands, even the five-color dragons with evil nature can only be good dragons.
"Sister Kaslana, it's up to me to deal with these green dragons!" Muria unfolded her broad dragon wings covered with feathery dragon scales and flew over Varianti, looking at the seven-headed soul level.
Under the siege of the green dragon, the Golden Dragon Road struggled to hold on.
"Are you kidding me?" Seeing Muria's oppressive dragon shadow flying nearby, the extremely old green dragon turned to look at the place where he had just fought. The other end was extremely arrogant just now and wanted to fight with her.
The red dragon who was fighting for the position was pierced by a huge heavy sword and lay motionless on the ground, looking as if he was dead.
"You killed the Red Dragon Outlet!" The extremely old green dragon looked at Muria in horror.
There is an unwritten rule, or hidden rule, among the dragon clan. Giant dragons are prohibited from killing each other. Even evil dragons and good dragons will basically not kill each other.
To defeat the dragon on one side, the dragon on the losing side is usually imprisoned, expelled, or exiled, and the opponent's life will basically not be harmed. This is a tacit understanding between dragons.
For example, the extremely old green dragon never had any intention of killing the golden dragon Kaslana, although a large part of it was because he was afraid of being retaliated by the golden dragon clan to which she belonged.
However, the main reason was that she wanted to capture Kaslana alive and then ask the Golden Dragon Clan for a ransom.
"No, he's still alive." Muria said lightly. The golden dragon eyes looked at some of the gold-level green dragons that started to scatter away from him, and there was a hint of excitement in their eyes. There were so many dragons, so they couldn't let them go.
"Huh!" The extremely old green dragon breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Muria who had blocked the golden dragon Kaslana,
"Honorable Golden Dragon, how about we draw this battle? I will take my people and withdraw."
"Let's go?" Muria looked back at Kaslana, whose dragon scales were broken in many places on the dragon's body and was still bleeding. She then turned to stare at the very old green dragon, "How can you beat my sister like this?