Upon hearing Muria's words, the extremely old green dragon's face instantly darkened.
She really wanted to retreat. All the vampires who asked them to help had problems. They were all caught by a soul-level demon-hunting knight who was not in the intelligence at all. It seemed that the situation was in danger.
Then, there is this sudden golden dragon in front of us. Based on the results of the battle just now, it is basically certain that he is the descendant of the Dragon King described in the inherited memory. A high-level dragon whose blood level is still higher than that of the ancestral dragon.
As soon as he appeared on the scene, he beat the notorious Red Dragon Scarlet Wings Outlet to a cripple, and he still used the melee combat that Red Dragon is best at.
Then he cut all the four soul-level werewolves who were trying to rescue it into two pieces. It looked like none of them would survive.
His style was so brutal and fierce that he hardly looked like a golden dragon. His fighting power made the very old green dragon feel a little scared.
Now, apart from the green dragons, there is no one present who can fight.
Those middle and low-level werewolves below are just cannon fodder.
Because the dark race that besieged Varianti was dead and injured, the five red archbishops who were integrated with the city protection circle all jumped out at this time, bringing a group of gold-level paladins with them.
Priest, start killing those werewolves.
Several of the red archbishops also ran to the location where Muria had chopped down four soul-level werewolves. It seemed that they wanted to do something to these high-level werewolves.
"We are leaving, can you stop us?" The very old green dragon asked with a hint of inexplicable pride after glancing at the uneasy green dragon beside him. She couldn't beat him, but she was confident that he could run away.
"Why can't you stop it?" Muria asked, with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes.
"Crash!" A sound of metal chains rubbing together sounded. In the frightened eyes of many green dragons, a star-studded chain flew out from the body of the majestic golden dragon in front of them.
Then, one divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight... In the blink of an eye, it split into hundreds of chains, and then intertwined to form a large metal net, covering the sky above their heads.
The moment they saw the chain appear, some green dragons felt something was wrong and wanted to cast spells to escape. However, all spells such as arbitrary doors were ineffective and could not be formed.
"What do you want to do?" Seeing the sky above his head covered by a large star-studded net, feeling that the surrounding space was sealed, and even flapping his wings, he felt that there was some stagnancy in the air. The very old green dragon knew that something was wrong.
Wonderful.
"I just want to keep you all here." Muria grinned, revealing her snow-white dragon teeth.
"Arrogant, you are only a second-level soul mind, and you actually want to fight against so many of our dragons." An old green dragon of a third-level soul mind shouted, relying on the dragons on his side to vent his feelings for Murray.
Asia's fear.
"Brush!" Muria ignored it. The dragon wings spread out and flapped gently. The mountain-like dragon body instantly rushed in front of the old green dragon who spoke. Dragon claws burning with dragon flames and swirling with thunder poked out.
"Crack!" Layers of spiritual light shields emerged one after another. The old dragon also deployed many layers of defensive spells on himself, but it was of no effect. Under the dragon claws of Mu Ruiya wearing Sheng Yao Huang Yuan,
These defensive spells are as weak as paper and will shatter at the touch of a touch.
In the frightened gaze of the old green dragon, Muria's dragon claws grabbed its neck, "Crack!" The sound of cracking bones came, and the thick dragon claws dug deeply into the dragon's neck.
Among the muscles, its neck was severely twisted and deformed, making it look quite pitiful.
"Let her go!" Seeing Muria's sudden attack, she grabbed a soul-level green dragon. Several other soul-level green dragons were shocked, and they all used spells to hit Muria.
Lightning storm!
Finger of death!
Advanced Curse-casting Technique!
Black Flame!
Bigby Diamond Palm!
...One after another spells were cast by the green dragons, forming a mighty torrent of spells, rushing towards Muria's huge and dazzling dragon body, without having to worry about hitting.
Because Muria was not prepared to dodge at all. Under the dull gazes of many green dragons, this giant golden dragon, which held a struggling old green dragon in its claws, had to bear it without hesitation.
Killed all their spell attacks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, colorful, brilliant and terrifyingly lethal elemental spells fell on Muria. Violent explosions sounded one after another, and when the elemental clouds produced by the explosion of elemental spells slowly dissipated.
An unharmed golden dragon held up its majestic head, squinting at all the green dragons, its mouth split open, as if it was sneering:
"Are you tickling me?"
After saying that, the majestic golden dragon bowed his head again and looked at the green dragon he was holding in his hand. This old dragon was very pitiful now. His wings had become tattered and the scales on his body had been blown off.
, even a section of its tail was blown off.
The entire dragon was dying, as if it would die at any time, but Muria could feel the vitality of the green dragon in his hand that was as strong as an oven.
The miserable appearance caused by the spell that attacked Muria was just an appearance. Give her time, and it won't take long for her to be back to her original state.
"All immune?" A small green dragon with a body length of only more than thirty meters stared blankly at the golden dragon in the sky, carrying a powerful elder in its eyes. It felt a numbness in its lower body, as if something was about to come out.
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"Impossible!" The very old green dragon went crazy when he saw the unharmed Muria, "Even if you are a descendant of the first generation Dragon King, but you are only at the second level of soul, why are you completely immune to our spells? You
What kind of dragon is it?"
Muria didn't answer. After glancing at the miserable-looking old green dragon in his hand, he waved his claws and threw it upwards. "Crash!" Four star-studded chains extended, tying up the old green dragon tightly.
This green dragon, which actually still retained most of its strength, tried to struggle for a while, but then found that it was impossible to break free from the chains on its body, and then it stayed motionless.
Anyway, she had been beaten so badly, and she was paddling peacefully. The old dragon was too embarrassed to talk to her. The most important thing is that this descendant of the first generation Dragon King is also a dragon who abides by the unspoken rules of the dragon clan.
Under the threat, she really couldn't muster any fighting spirit towards this golden dragon.
"Crash!" The sound of chains swaying sounded, covering the sky and cutting off the green dragons' escape route. The Nebula Chains scattered more than twenty chains, aiming directly at the more than twenty green dragons who were still at the gold level.