Chapter 287 The Evil of Be'lak
The metal furnace shrouded in dim light began to become brighter, and large black and red flames spurted from the top of the cavity to the suspended stone bridge, melting the armor that had decayed into pieces as it approached. , is about to sweep over the death squads.
The white wolf master's face was solemn, and Yurik's cold power began to appear on his body. After the white mist emerged from his feet, he leaned towards the few people around him. Judging from his intuition from many years of fighting, these dragon breaths were difficult to block. Come on, there must be at least a few burns on your body.
Kristoff, who had used some emergency measures, turned to look at Imric, who was still staring at the twisted dragon, and found that the dragon prince was still holding the metal dragon wing in his hand, standing there without making any movement.
Although he didn't know why Imric was confident of standing there, the White Wolf Knight understood that he only needed to take care of himself. Not holding back these Caledonians might be his greatest contribution.
In the few seconds he was thinking, the black and red flames had reached the top of his head, and steam appeared when it touched Yurik's cold power. Feeling the pressure, the White Wolf Knight immediately chanted the name of the wolf god, intending to let him This cold shield is stronger and can withstand this dragon's breath attack.
White Wolf God...
Just when he recited the name of White Wolf God, he discovered that a silver-white shield like a steel wall had enveloped everyone. The powerful dragon's breath melted the steel a little, and dripped like molten iron. When the energy dew splashed onto the stone bridge, it created large and small potholes.
The blind Vaal priest Coster raised the hammer above his head, and his face with the eyes wrapped in black cloth nodded to the White Wolf Master. The original emergency plan was for Davian to use a magic shield to buy some time for the Vaal god. The technique is completed, but it is a bad thing that the White Wolf Master is willing to help. At least it lets the blind priest know that this human being still has the ability to judge the situation.
Ulric's fangs, what kind of team have I joined? Why are these people so powerful?
Seeing that the unattractive Caledor elf blocked the dragon's breath effortlessly, Kristoff couldn't help but sigh to Yurik, these people must be monsters, except for the two high-level dragon princes who are similar to the elf warriors in his impression, the others Several of them seem to have some special abilities.
A figure suddenly left the eyes of the White Wolf Master. He couldn't help but look, and found that it was Imric who was actually being held by Damian's hands and thrown towards the giant dragon that was at least 80 meters away in the air. The flames that hit it had no effect on it.
He's crazy? How could anyone throw it up from this distance?
But what happened next showed that Imrik was not crazy, because he had jumped above the twisted dragon, an arc of light appeared from mid-air, and the two heads had fallen from his neck, and the bones integrated into the metal did not block the heroic spirit. The power of the gun.
And next, is the snake head that takes control of the body.
Imric turned his body in mid-air and jumped onto the back of the twisted dragon. He immediately realized that something was wrong. The souls that were crying out for help were not among the corpses that were mixed with metal and flesh at their feet. Only one of them was obviously... The soul of the Chaos Demonic Smell occupies this place.
Standing in the middle of a pair of wings that were still flapping, the dragon lord looked at the snake head that could swallow him in one bite. He couldn't help but feel angry again. This bastard, Be'lak, put the devil's soul into the dragon's corpse. After that, he turned it into a monster, and those dragon souls that were extracted were obviously not going to be entertained by him well, and they must have been used to do malicious things. The snake head pounced on Imric, and the attack was as fast as lightning, but it was still unable to withstand the attack of the furious dragon lord. In an instant, not only was the snake head cut off, but the twisted creature was also cut into pieces of different sizes. A large number of broken metal gear devices fell from the abdomen.
"Damian's long-range attack, kill these demons occupying the dragon's body!"
After throwing the heroic spear at a twisted dragon next to him, Imric relied on a larger metal fragment as a fulcrum and jumped Returning to the stone bridge, he immediately issued an angry order to everyone. Even if he tried to increase the cooling time of the ox-hide book by several decades, he would have to kill Bilak completely.
After Imrik gave the order, Davian nodded, took out several javelins from the marching back, and then handed them to Damian. Although they were both barbarians, the Dragon Prince still knew that the man next to him was a regular Descendants of Bulcaisu, whose man-made javelins are like ship-borne ballistae.
Damian took these javelins with some resistance. It was not because he didn't know how to use them, but the tribe he came from didn't like to use these long-range weapons. However, under Imric's burning eyes, he could only pick them up. .
Damian held the javelin on his shoulder and took a deep breath. When the black and red flames disappeared from his face, he took a few steps and threw it towards the nearest twisted dragon.
The fist-thick javelin turned into lightning under the barbarian's huge force. A silvery white light appeared from his hand and immediately pierced the belly of the giant dragon. This power even made it unable to maintain the movement of flying in mid-air, and was dragged towards Then it flew away, and in an instant there was a sound of metal hitting the rock wall. The twisted dragon was stuck on the edge of the hollow like a roast chicken and was firmly fixed.
Then, another javelin struck the snake head hidden in the darkness with lightning speed. The power and accuracy were jaw-dropping.
After Damian got rid of a twisted dragon, Beelak seemed to realize that something was wrong. He imagined that the intruding team would be wiped out, or entangled, but nothing happened. After a burst of dragon breath, two were lost, and one had a big hole pierced through its abdomen by the magic gun. He just thought about letting the remaining three leave, but how could the death squads let these giant dragons leave? Mintok's Net has been cast from Davian's hands, trapping him, and what remains is a long-range hunting.
A few minutes later, the remaining dragons had turned into roast chickens stuck on the rock wall.
And Belak, who sensed the crisis, finally couldn't hide it anymore. A loud sound of gears twisting gradually appeared. The throne opposite to the stainless steel door gradually rotated backwards, opening a downward staircase passage. A large number of bodies appeared. Semi-metallic demons emerged from it, and the most powerful ones were the soul grinders with territory similar to those of metal spiders.
Imrik sneered and twisted his neck. Sure enough, Bilak's purpose in appearing in this great holy war was not simple. Even without the mobile city of Plagg, these semi-metal demons alone would cause a lot of trouble to the coalition forces.
But now, the Shadow Lord's machinations will be shattered once again, just as they were thousands of years ago.
(End of chapter)