Chapter two hundred and forty fifth resentment frenzy
"Your Highness Muria, it is with this sword that you can kill the undead army. Those bone dragons are so fragile under this sword. If I get this sword, I can do the same." Dragon Greed
The thoughts are clearly revealed at this moment.
"It's just for temporary use." The Bronze Dragon thought secretly in his heart, "His Royal Highness Muria has already thrown the sword over, so he meant to lend it to me!"
Although it has already felt the preciousness of this sword, the bronze dragon only wants to borrow it temporarily and does not dare to be greedy. Muria's newly revealed strength and his identity background make it very afraid.
However, just when its claws were approaching the Demon Sword whose blade had grown to ten meters in the process of being shot, golden thunder and flames, invisible hurricanes, and the mysterious ancient ancient inscriptions were engraved on the spine of this sword.
Divine writings burst out from the divine sword that exuded a vast, distant, and ancient aura.
The thunder split the dragon scales on the bronze dragon's claws into charred black. The invisible wind blew up the cracked charred black dragon scales, and the flesh and blood rolled. Then, the golden dragon flames wrapped the bronze dragon's claws... The painful dragon
A roar came from the mouth of the bronze dragon, which did not expect that the Demon Sword would attack it.
"Yan!" The Demon Sword made a crisp sound, as if it was mocking the bronze dragon for not overestimating its capabilities.
"Roar!" The bronze dragon let out an angry roar as he watched his claws turn into black dragon claws that were as black as coke, and then heard the sound of the sword roaring as if mocking his incompetence.
Just when it was about to reach out its claws to grab the Demon Sword again, a soul-level bone dragon took advantage of the bronze dragon's distraction and pounced on his back, carrying a vicious curse and dragon teeth condensed with rich death energy.
It penetrated the dragon scales and pierced into the flesh and blood of the bronze dragon's slender neck.
"Pfft!" Filthy blood with a putrid smell sprayed out from the wound on the bronze dragon's neck. Under the curse of the undead, the flesh and scales at the two rows of dragon tooth-shaped wounds began to turn black, and began to show signs visible to the naked eye.
Speed diffusion.
"Ouch!" The vicious undead curse invaded the dragon's body, causing the bronze dragon with a broken claw to let out a miserable howl. This curse hurt its dragon soul.
"Whoa!" The sword of the Demon Sword deflected, turning the last part of the power Muria had blessed it with into a dazzling sword light, aiming directly at the bone dragon on the bronze dragon's back.
Then the Demon Sword turned into a dim sword rainbow and flew towards Muria, never regaining the majestic momentum it had when it came.
"Bang!" The sword light struck at the end of the Demon Sword happened to hit the neck of the bone dragon on the bronze dragon's back. Without any suspense, the sharp sword light shattered the dragon bone it touched into pieces.
A bunch of powder.
The more than 60-meter-long headless keel slid down and hit the barren land covered with crystals below...
"What shape is this?" A gold-level amethyst dragon slapped away a bone dragon with one claw, swept the slender dragon tail, and drew a gold-level bone dragon to the ground. After smashing a dragon-shaped pit, he suddenly noticed
A bronze dragon exuding a soul-level powerful aura, but with a look of panic and anger, flew past her in a hurry.
This bronze dragon looks very miserable. Not to mention the large and small scars on the dragon's body that are obviously bitten by the bone dragon. What really makes the dragon sympathetic is that one of its front paws is pitch black and looks like
It seems that a layer of flesh and scales is missing, and it has been burned by flames.
Moreover, a terrifying and ferocious bone dragon's head was bitten tightly on its neck, and the soul fire was still burning in it. The area under the bone dragon's teeth was completely black, and a foul smell was faintly wafting away.
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After throwing the Demonic Sword at the bronze dragon that was in the most critical situation, Muria threw the Seven Sins Sword in his hand at a sapphire dragon that was also besieged by more than a dozen ancient dragons.
Then, he took out the Broken Army Ax Spear and the Shocking God War Axe, and threw them at the other two dragons who had the rashness to imitate him in defeating the undead army, turning them into two indestructible rainbows, cutting a way out for them.
...The four exclusive weapons thrown by Muria one after another, after rescuing the giant dragons, all turned into a rainbow and flew back to Muria, suspended behind him, and did not return to his body.
But, next, Muria was speechless and found that she seemed to be reduced to a nanny. When she saw which dragon was being beaten by the undead dragon and couldn't hold it up, she took off one of the exclusive weapons from behind and threw it out.
Rescue those dragons who are in distress.
As a result, in the battlefield of the undead below, a scene like this appeared. Golden dragons, silver dragons, copper dragons...crystal dragons, amethyst dragons...many giant dragons revealed their true forms and fought fiercely with a huge army of undead——
Because of the turbulent flow of elements, even the mage dragon who likes to cast spells and attacks can only use the staff as a war hammer like Kaslana at this time and start fighting in close combat where dragons naturally have the upper hand.
And in this battlefield between dragons and undead, a young man with black hair and golden eyes is quite eye-catching. Compared with the undead dragons and giant dragons that are tens to hundreds of meters long around him, his figure looks very small.
Pitiful.
But such a small being was the most dazzling presence on this vast battlefield. He held a halberd in his hand, and four weapons were floating around behind him. Wherever he went, many undead souls died one after another.
High-level undead have no less intelligence than normal humans. They are afraid of the annihilation of soul fire, because for them, that is real death. Many undead are unwilling to die and are unwilling to fight.
In fact, if they had a choice, basically all the undead would not be willing to fight these dragons, but this was Bertrand's order. They were imprinted in the soul fire and had no right to choose at all.
Therefore, despite fear, with no way out, groups of undead still rushed towards Muria and besieged him together, but unfortunately they were just struggling to the death.
The black-haired boy held the prison-suppressing halberd in his hand. Every time he swung it and chopped it down, the undead that besieged him fell in pieces like wheat cut by a sickle.
When there were too many undead besieging Muria, the four exclusive weapons suspended behind him seemed to be held by four invisible arms, cutting out sharp edges...
"Whoa!" When Muria, who was slaughtering the undead, received a message for help from a young golden dragon, he did not hesitate at all. He mentally locked onto the dragon's location and threw the prison-suppressing halberd in his hand.
Then, Muria held the broken ax gun behind his back in his hand. Just when he was about to swing the ax gun in his hand, his eyes condensed and he looked in one direction.
There, there is an overwhelming wave of resentful spirits rushing towards the battlefield...