Chapter 442 293. Mr. Qi helped me.
Looking at Urita coming over from the chrysalis, the elves couldn't help but become afraid, and they swallowed their saliva. As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless, but there is another sentence to this, knowledge leads to deep fear. They have all dealt with the giant dragon more or less. Of course they know the terror of the giant dragon, and what they see in front of them is this kind of chaos. Twisted dragon.
"It is still a creature of flesh and blood, and flesh and blood can be killed!" Darkus looked around at the elves. He found that something was wrong with the elves, but what could he do? Are you going to go back and call someone like Weiwei? He could only raise the Trident of the Sea towards Urita and roared.
Cowell, who was standing on the side, avoided Ulita's pounce. After taking a big step back, amidst the whistling wind and stench, he raised the reality blade and jumped at it. The blade was fierce. He slashed hard on Ulita's thigh, making a crunching sound as the flesh was being cut. He did not hesitate after succeeding in the blow, and jumped away again just a second before a stream of foul-smelling brown sludge spurted out from the wound, bathing him in a sticky filth-like filth.
However, just as Cowell was wiping the mucus off his helmet, the claws of the twisted reptile lifted him up and slapped him like an insect. Before he could react, he was sent flying out and fell into the mud by the lake.
Just as Urita turned its head in the direction of Darkus, the spellcasters hit it with spells covering its head and face, knocking it back directly. The poisonous liquid that continued to flow from its jaw was broken by the spell. Roaring and wailing in pain.
Darkus also used the trident to guide the magic effect on Kodi's breastplate to bombard Urita. Originally, he wanted to hit Urita's one eye, so that the next battle might go smoothly, but God did not allow him to do so. Long Duyan's protective mechanism was stronger than he thought. He could only take advantage of this time to observe Urita. He seemed to have discovered a weakness, but he was a little unsure. He did not make a prompt decision, or he immediately activated his boots and appeared on the dragon's back.
Dealing with the giant dragon is like grinding the blood bar, there is no reason to kill it as soon as it comes up. Moreover, Darkus observed that the advanced spells released by Colonia were not as powerful as expected against the dragon. This may be related to certain mechanisms. The monster in front of him was still a dragon to some extent, even though it was Twisted, but still into the realm of demonic.
Similarly, Darkus didn't think the monster in front of him had any so-called real weaknesses. What he saw before was probably an illusion. The dragon's distorted appearance was full of weaknesses, but there was no so-called one-shot kill. A real weakness, like the brain or the heart. He endured the stinging sensation in his eyes and looked at the tower in the lake again. Although he had many outstanding achievements, he never won by being reckless, but by using a little bit of wisdom. He wanted to know if the tower floating on the lake was connected to the dragon. Just like the twin creatures, there was some kind of bond between the tower and the dragon. The existence of the tower ensured the dragon's invincibility? Will attacking the tower weaken the dragon?
While Darkus was thinking, the elves launched a fearless attack on the dragon. The two brothers of the Denaris family directly picked up long-handled battle axes and chopped at the dragon, constantly tearing Uri apart. The tower's scales and skin had rotted away. They both felt that something was wrong. Although the ax blade was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, it was like there was an armor plate underneath. It seemed that the outer layer was a protective cover, and the flesh and blood inside the steel plate below was still the true core of the dragon.
At this time, not only the two brothers Gavino and Elano noticed the abnormality, but the elves present also noticed it. After all, the muffled sound of the ax blade chopping on the steel plate was too strong for them to hear.
Urita's body trembled and twisted, trying to drive away the painful parasite.
Kradin limped and rushed towards Ulita again. His legs were bleeding continuously from the dragon's friction. Fortunately, the leg armor made of Keith steel helped him block the fatal blow. He glared at the dragon, and when the dragon shook its head, he thrust the spear in his hand into the dragon's neck. It was no surprise that his spear pierced the skin of the giant dragon. The dragon's flesh and blood made a crunching sound, and blood vessels and pus burst. But it was also no surprise that the tip of his spear also touched the steel plate. thing.
Urita noticed Cradin's attack. It turned its head and focused its single eye with six black pupils on Cradin's body, trying to see clearly what was tickling it. Just as it was about to launch an attack, the first The second wave of spells hit it again.
After completing the reloading, Kalien once again held his breath and aimed at Urita's one eye, and then fired. However, this attack was still ineffective, and the crossbow arrow was bounced off by the dragon's weird nictitating membrane like last time.
Darkus was waiting for this moment. He threw the trident when Kalien was aiming. Under his guidance, the tridents followed the crossbow arrows.
Urita noticed this fatal attack, and its eyes never opened again after closing. The sharp tip of the trident seemed to have lost its magic in the mortal world, and was bounced away like the previous crossbow arrows. . The Amber Spear that Alyssa was proud of also malfunctioned. The Amber Spear extracted from the Star Stone and gathered together by the Gulzhi Wind also lacked the defense of its eyelids and nictitating membrane, as if twisting its existence and knowing its Weaknesses and been strengthened.
Urita let out another angry roar, raised its huge claws and slapped them randomly. Gavino, who was about to attack again, was directly slapped away and hit Ko, who had just managed to get up from the mud. On Will, Cowell lay down in the mud again amid the yelling and cursing.
"There is no hope here. If we reach the palace, we have to find other ways." After seeing that the attack failed, Darkus cursed secretly and drew out the scarlet sword, but he did not attack directly, but controlled the trident. While retreating, he ran to Drusala's side and whispered anxiously.
Drusala, who was casting the spell, did not say anything, but looked at the floating tower on the lake in the distance. After seeing Darkus nodding to her in confirmation, she nodded.
After seeing Drusala understand, Darkus turned around and ran back to the battlefield. He was about to start looking for an opportunity. He saw that Colonia's advanced magic was burning the dragon's body, and there was a steady stream of energy flowing into the dragon's body. The gushing maggots were set on fire. He saw the lightning cast by Kaia and Belloda hit the dragon's face, burning the dragon's skin. He saw Tolandil still aiming with his bow and arrow, firing arrows of sparks at the dragon. He saw the elves who had succeeded in the attack retreating to avoid the dragon's attack. The elves who had avoided the dragon's attack took advantage of the gap to pounce and chop again.
Although the elves have the upper hand now, Darkus knows that this cannot continue. Their attacks have not touched the dragon's weakness, and this dragon is very...evil. When it opens its mouth and roars, it always raises its head or It's to aim at the sky and not give them a chance. He knew that there were only a few unique skills that the dragon was good at, including sweeping with its claws, flicking its tail, biting with its mouth, and its breath. He didn't think that the dragon in front of him would not attack, but the dragon in front of him had not yet. If it is delayed, perhaps the moment it is launched will be the time of their destruction.
After thinking about this, Darkus stopped running and concentrated on it. He knew that he could not solve the dragon's sweep, but he might be able to do something else. The trident kept spinning in mid-air under his control, and soon he found an opportunity when the dragon roared up to the sky again. The trident suddenly changed its direction in mid-air and swooped towards the dragon's open mouth at a swooping angle. It felt like an acrobat performing a sword-swallowing performance, except that the trident was smaller and taller than the dragon. Like swallowing a needle.
At this time, Darkus can't care about so much. Survival is more important than anything else. Marcelan will not blame him. Besides, there are two other three-piece suits. He felt an obvious sense of frustration. He knew that he had failed. He did not reenact the final battle between Malekith and Caledor I. Sulekh was stabbed in the mouth by a spear, which caused the spear to penetrate into the brain and cause Sulekh to die. The scene of Leh's violent death.
Darkus felt that there was a steel plate in the dragon's mouth. Without the curse, he could only concentrate on controlling it again, adjusting the direction of the trident so that the trident turned sideways, like putting a stick upright in the crocodile's mouth. Unable to shut up like that, the crocodile held the trident upright in the dragon's mouth. Maybe it was because of the hard texture of the trident, maybe because the angle was just right. He could feel the trident being squeezed by the dragon's mouth and tongue, but the feedback felt strange. The dragon's mouth was like a press. The trident must be crushed, but neither the dragon's mouth nor the trident can do anything to the other, at least for now.
Darkus suddenly laughed when he felt it. He did not charge or run. Instead, he focused his attention again and guided the corsage, and he prepared the whole big one.
There was a thunder, and there was only thunder but no lightning. Darkus could clearly feel that the dragon's body was twitching and twisting. Soon there was another thunder, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the upturned dragon in its mouth. Alyssa, who also found the opportunity, kept shaking her flower hand and sent the newly appeared amber spears into the dragon's mouth one after another.
Baine and Franais, who were preparing to attack, stopped and looked at each other. They seemed to have made up their minds. If they must die today, they would die like a warrior, with scars and hearts in their hearts. Full of defiance.
The attacks of the elves responsible for melee combat fell like raindrops. Shakala's three-pronged boomerang and whip kept hitting the dragon's body, and the divine halberds of Baine and Franais kept slashing. The dragon's corrupted blood fell around them like raindrops, and they could feel the dragon's plague breath constantly washing over them.
But it was quickly blown away by the shadow-based auxiliary magic cast by Asanok. At this time, he was very busy, and other spellcasters who were good at life-based spells were attacking with all their strength. He could only follow the plan before, Acting as an auxiliary, one would put armor on the elves in the front row, and the other would blow away the strong stench.
Urita rushed to the shore in agony, attacking everything around her wildly, the flames burning its rotting skin, causing the abscesses to burst and the scabs to melt. The dragon's claws tore through the muddy shallows, its tail whipping the water. In blind rage, it turned its head and tried to spit out its dragon's breath, letting the slimy dragon's breath stick to the objects it could see like flames, making the already dirty landscape even more withered. And decayed, the rocks shattered into powder, the weeds turned yellow and withered, and the water turned into festering steam, but it found that something stuck in its mouth prevented it from breathing dragon breath, and just as it usually did the elves, it was responsible The elf making a ranged attack sent an arrow into its mouth.
Darkus nodded and smiled at Drusala who flew past him, and then he started running and rushed towards the dragon, but after running for two steps, his steps stopped abruptly. His current angle You could just see the dragon's terrifying tail raised at a weird angle, just like a scorpion's tail. He suddenly thought about something and shouted, he knew the big one was coming.
"Back! Tail! Be careful with the tail sweep!"
The elves who were about to attack stopped after hearing Darkus's cry. Of course they knew the terrifying power of the dragon's tail sweep. Once they were attacked, If you hit the target, you will either die or be injured.
Urita used all her strength, and her tail seemed to have accumulated the corruption of the entire lake and all the anger it had accumulated before. The sharp thorn blade at the tip of the tail sliced through the air, leaving an arc of cold light.
Tolandil, who was retreating, saw an unforgettable scene. He felt that the dragon fighting them was so shocking. The extraordinary dragon tail was like a long-handled battle ax in the darkness, drawing a beautiful and deadly line. The arc was filled with the aura of sharp blades in the air. This was a profound and terrifying power, as if the anger of the entire space was condensed on the dragon's tail.
Darkus, who was also at the same place, also saw a scene that he would never forget. Under the roar of the wind, the bodies of the elves were like willow branches swaying in the wind, agile and light. When the dragon's tail swept toward the elves with swift force, their feet either left the ground in an instant, or simply lay down in the mud.
Shariya bent her body and her body danced like a butterfly. She jumped up and spun gracefully, avoiding the sharp edge of her tail. At the moment of leaping up, her black braids fluttered in the wind, like wings endowed with color.
He was equally flexible when holding Elanor's axe. In critical moments, he quickly bent his body, like a swallow flying swiftly in the wind. His body formed a graceful arc in the air, successfully dodging the tail sweep.
Selire, who was dual-wielding the Clive Broadblade, nimbly shuttled through the dragon's tail as he passed through the shadows of trees. He disappeared and appeared, moving quickly like a shadow in the forest, successfully dodging the attack.
If he hadn't been able to avoid it, Franes raised the walking barrier to resist and flew backwards. This is really a wonderful performance, with gorgeous pictures, and every movement shows the elves' superb agility and coordination. Their confrontation with the twisted dragon is like a beautiful symphony.
Although the elves cleverly avoided a round of tail swipes, Urita did not give up. The giant dragon instantly contracted its body, its muscles like tight bowstrings, and then quickly spun again, like a spinning top, its tail sweeping out to the other side.
This time the attack was faster and more powerful. The moment the tail passed through the air, it brought up a storm-like airflow, sucking in the surrounding trees and rocks, causing people to either stand, stay in the air, or The running elf was blown away. The air was filled with the sharp sound of the tail cutting through the air, making the elf feel as if the whole world was trembling for another attack from the dragon.
Darkus saw that this was not going to work. If the giant dragon was allowed to keep spinning like a top, his companions would have to leave it alone. He glanced at Drusala, who was still flying towards Drusala, and then took a deep breath. After taking a breath, he coughed violently again. There was no wind now, and it was all the stench emitted by the dragon. He was still coughing violently and could no longer care about it. He picked up the scarlet sword and the recurve dagger. Due to the vampire's Characteristics, he rejects Genevieve, but is brought to him as a recurved dagger of Genevieve's will. He rushed towards the dragon, he wanted to interrupt the dragon's continuous casting.
Darkus, who had found the right opportunity, appeared on the dragon's head, but before he could stab the recurved dagger, he was violently shaken by the dragon and flew away, falling to the ground. He kept rolling and almost fell into the dragon's stomping feet. Gavino, who had climbed up at this time, kept praying and repenting silently. Blood was spitting out of his mouth, and his hands holding the long-handled battle ax were trembling. He had experienced too much this day. He saw Darkus rolling on the ground. He could no longer see the scene of his own death, so he decided to do something. Although all kinds of emotions filled his heart now, there was nothing in his creed like a whipped wild dog. His body and mind were fighting the idea of running away from the fight. Having found the opportunity, he roared and rushed forward again. He wanted to ignite his life and repent for his previous actions. He wanted to create that glimmer of opportunity for his companions, even if this opportunity was very slim.
At the same time, the elves who had already separated themselves from the giant dragon quickly launched a new round of offensive. Kaia and Belloda once again gathered the wind of Aegir and cast heavenly spells. The terrifying arc exploded in the air and struck rapidly towards the dragon.
Having found the opportunity, Darkus stopped rolling and appeared on the dragon's head again. He directly stabbed the recurved dagger into the dragon's rugged scales. He stood staggeringly and successfully attracted the dragon's head. Concentration interrupted the dragon's spellcasting.
The elves responsible for melee combat took this opportunity to wave their weapons and rush towards the dragon. Their weapons left flickering lights and shadows in the air, and their sword blades and spears were like their dance. Under their attacks, cracks appeared on the dragon's skin.
At this moment, Urita seemed to regain consciousness instead of the blind anger before. It ignored the elves' attacks and turned to look at the lake.
Darkus, who was being thrown around, also took this opportunity to look at the lake. In his peripheral vision, he could see Drusala floating in the sky attacking the floating tower with all his strength. He could feel the dragon's malice, and then the dragon's body leaned forward, and the ground shook violently under the dragon's movement. The air hissed into the giant body as the dragon sucked it into its twisted body. Then the dragon's sickly breath sprayed over his body, causing his eyes to burn and his lungs to ache. Being close enough to the dragon, he could see a steady stream of maggots crawling in the gaps between the dragon's scales, and he could smell the stench of burnt maggots.
Although Darkus couldn't see the dragon's one eye from his position, he could feel the dragon's ridicule, which seemed to be mocking the bravery of him and his companions. He did not waver in his determination, nor let the fragile hope in his heart be dashed. He knew that this dragon must be dealt with. What he was most worried about was not the double health or linkage between the dragon and the floating tower, but what other things the floating tower had to the dragon. Unique mechanism, and this dragon made them waste too much time.
Just when Darkus raised the scarlet sword and stabbed the giant dragon's head, the ground was roaring, as if the whole space was roaring. The giant dragon leaned back and let out an indescribable roar in pain, a huge The head was flailing, the huge claws flailing feebly, trying to touch the dragon's massive, swollen, rotting flesh, trying to throw him off.
Foul-smelling green steam hissed from the dragon's jaws and spilled over the land. The elves who were still attacking jerked back, knowing they couldn't come into contact with the steam, which would cause their skin to wither and rot.
The dragon succeeded, knocking Darkus off his head. Ignoring the attacks from the elves, it passed towards the crickets in the lake just like the crickets coming to the shore.
Lying on the muddy ground, Darkus' body was trembling, and violent coughing once again ravaged his withered body. She spat blood and phlegm into the mire and watched in horror as the dragon left. His sea trident and recurve dagger were still on the dragon's body. This idea quickly disappeared from his mind, and he knew that the dragon was heading for Drusala, who was attacking the pagoda.
Darkus coughed again, bile flowing down his chin, and he seemed to feel the sick essence seeping into his body and contaminating his body. It seemed as if the weeds were trembling with evil laughter. But now he couldn't care about that. He looked at Drusala with concern. He didn't want anything to happen to Drusala.
Drusala, who was casting the spell, froze, every sense of her being filled with alertness. She put her free left hand into her satchel and took out a pinch of silver powder from the bag inside. The spell slipped from her lips as she tossed the powder into the sky. Then she turned her head to look at the giant dragon that was rushing toward her. Her beautiful face became angry and distorted. Through close observation, she could feel that the pagoda and the giant dragon were indeed connected, but this The floating tower is a bit inexplicable, as if it is clearly standing here, but this floating tower is not here. All her previous spell attacks were ineffective, and instead attracted the dragon's reinforcements.
Looking at the approaching dragon, Drusala took a deep breath. The moment the dragon pounced on her, she disappeared, then appeared behind the dragon, then disappeared again, and appeared again. Like a continuous flash teleportation, it gradually returned to the lake shore. She had arranged everything when she arrived, and the continuous bridge of shadows allowed her to travel unimpeded on the lake.
Darkus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then hurriedly gave instructions to rest when it was time to rest and to recover when it was time to recover. Then he squatted on the ground and gasped. He found that the dragon disappeared from the lake and returned to the lake. He really had no spells now. This place was too difficult and he didn't know what to do next. What, go to the lake and fight the dragon? So why don't you give someone a head? Maybe he could use his trident to pump the water out of the lake? The problem is that the trident and the recurved dagger are still on the dragon's body. He can't swim into the lake and say to the dragon with a smile, "Let me get the things back first, and then we can fight." He thought that the dragon would definitely agree with a smile. .
"I'm only curious about one thing now, just one thing." The panting Cowell said in a puzzled tone while supporting Franais, "How did those Bretonnian monkeys slay the dragon?" "
This It's not a red dragon. I think... this is... this is an existence that is no less powerful than Indragnir and Garrauch. After being twisted and transformed, its strength... is even stronger." Transition casting Belloda put his hands on his knees and said while bending and panting.
All the elves present knew who Indragnir was. He was the mount and close comrade-in-arms of the first-generation Phoenix Aenarion. The "Golden Dragon" Garrauch was Indragnir's brother. The strongest dragon.
"I'm so glad that we are all alive."
"Next?"
Darkus did not participate in the discussion. With Drusala caressing his back, he stared at the lake that had calmed down again, his expression uncertain. Maybe everything he did before was a little too smooth? The phrase "success to failure" that usually accompanies his life is like a joke to him. Now he really doesn't know what to do next. The cold reality hits Tianling Gai like a big stick. It's worse here than he imagined. It's disgusting, the giant dragon lying in front of him is too supermodel.
"That giant dragon is indeed connected to the floating tower. I think... the dragon's radiation radius in the floating tower is invincible and cannot be truly killed. If you want to break all this, you have to let the dragon leave here. , but..." Drusala squatted beside Darkus and whispered.
Darkus nodded in response to Drusala.
"Dear..." Drusala wiped the mucus from Darkus' helmet. She put her face against Darkus' helmet and whispered, "The floating tower is not here, it is just a reflection. , but it is strange that it can be connected with the dragon. I suspect... the pagoda is..." "
In the palace, I have to say that it is really smart and full of ideas. Everything here breaks my previous understanding. You know, otaku... stagnation does not mean stupidity, as Lauren Loren has proved." After Darkus finished speaking and sighed, he was originally going to pat Drusala's hand with his glove, but when he saw the Stopping for a moment, he sighed again and said, "Let's find another way."
It is absolutely impossible to go to the lake to fight the dragon. This is completely a meal.
"Can a continuous bridge of shadows or a levitation spell send us there?" Darkus, who stood up and was about to say something, remembered something again and looked at Drusala and asked.
Drusala, who also stood up and was about to say something, stopped what was about to come out of her mouth and looked towards the swamp behind her with surprise and horror. At this time, other casters also noticed the abnormality and looked back. Under the guidance of the casters, the elves stopped their actions and looked in the direction.
"This?" A black fear spread throughout Darkos' body. He had a premonition of doom. What he was most worried about now was the arrival of Slaanesh demons.
The air is getting colder and colder, and the remaining weeds by the lake are no longer just plants, but have turned into terrifying existences. It grew again, but its appearance made the elves stand on end. The new vegetation takes on ever-changing forms, with an unusual violet and sky-blue glow revealed among the branches and leaves.
A wail echoed through the air, and the leper's tapestry of the sky was torn apart by pulsating light of violet and azure, creating a deep and mysterious rift. As lightning flashed behind the crack, lavender clouds flowed from it and filled the entire field.
The earth trembled, like undulating earthquakes shaking the festering realm. Under the influence of this invisible force, the earth made a low roar, as if the heart of the earth was beating fiercely. A violent and silent wind swept across the entire land, breaking trees and uprooting weeds. The stagnant air swirled crazily on the earth, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.
"It doesn't seem to be the case? Has He gone back on his word? Has he made new changes?"
The trembling of the ground caused the elves sitting on the ground to stand up one after another, and terrible magic pulses suddenly appeared around them. When a tree hit the clearing, its withered bark cracked open, and from the cracks in the bark, organ-like, shimmering fungi spurted out, like magical muscles stretching in the air.
These fungi grew extremely fast, and soon the surrounding open space was densely covered, emitting a strange light. They have different shapes, some are like miniature mushrooms, others are like ancient rune carvings, and each one has an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The colors are also gorgeous and different, colorful and colorful, but there is no color like before. This made the originally calm ground become full of magical fluctuations, as if there was some unknown power hidden.
The cracks in the sky continue to collapse in on themselves as the peaceful wind recedes. The ground continued to tremble, too, but not with the rise and fall of an earthquake, but with the surge of a pulsating earth, bubbling like a pot of boiling soup.
The earth cracked open and closed around the elves as the ground cracked with explosions, swallowing trees and rocks into the dark abyss beneath the realm. The changes in this area are extremely drastic, as if an unspeakable force is surging.
Things of nightmare and madness appear from the cracks in the sky, and at first they look like twinkling lights, falling stars, and change color with every breath.
"What's going on? Mr. Qi, help me?" After Darkus saw clearly what the thing was, his expression became strange.
(End of chapter)