Othua's War Banner

Chapter 509 0507: Monster
"It's quiet now."

Huossou re-activated his muscles, and long-term use of the Frost Greatsword would cause considerable damage to his body. With a white hair ring, he looked as burly as a warrior, but he was a hale and hearty battle mage.

The violent wind has been summoned by Aaron, and the momentum around the dragon has weakened a lot in an instant.

Frengundo's armor made a heavy friction sound, and an indescribable sense of oppression swept over him, and a terrifying black battle spirit was attached to the huge sword called Beast Blood.

The two strong men each occupy one side.

Ken was the shortest of them all, and the most peculiarly temperamental.

Frengundor's scorching orc fighting spirit and Hawser's icy ancient magic left different marks on the ground, and Ken walked on this distinct road.

The giant dragon stared at the ground angrily, its wings covering the sky and the sun beat the wind with the curse of death.

Its head greedily absorbed the magic around it, spit out a deadly orange roar on the scorched ground, and the scalding heat wave whizzed towards it with a strong light that could not be seen.

Hawser had already recovered, a few bottles of the most precious potion were poured down, and his magic power was almost recovered.

Ken and Frengundor advanced side by side, and the wolf was slightly ahead of the orc battle banner by two positions. The dragon's breath swayed slightly, and the scorching edge of the breath made every breath of them extremely hot.

Flengundo was relatively relaxed.

It seems that any attack has no effect on him, no matter how hot the flames are, there is no way to compare with his rising flames of war, sometimes I can't help but think...

How did Palotusbi, covered in ice and snow, give birth to such a warrior who is so compatible with the lava?
Ken didn't have an answer in mind.

When he turned his head again, he found a white line similar to the horizon appeared in front of him. It took him a while to realize that this was the visual residue caused before the magic detonated.

Then the soil under his feet began to become soft, and in the blink of an eye, countless huge icicles stood up on the plain in front of him.

They are sharp-edged and dull in color, just like natural ore growing in the abyss, but they are more indestructible than that kind of thing, and they also contain more powerful magic.

The dragon's breath was blocked by thick ice crystals.

Through the billowing white mist, one could see shadows stirring the air, and many hunters gathered at the location of the giant dragon, vicious alienated soul crows, rotten crystal angels, reverse-scaled hydra...

After the storm passed, only thin clouds were left, and the twilight twilight left wine red and orange beams of light from the gaps in the cloud peaks, shining slantingly on the devastated ground.

Frengundo began to swing his sword.

That weapon was like a real beast, and with a roar, it actually withstood the dragon's claw strike.

A circle of cracks appeared on the soles of his feet.

The sand and dust burst out from the gap as high as half a person, and then the scarlet power remnants flowed outward from the depths of the ground, just like the blood flowing out of a wounded beast.

The hovering flying monster was crushed by the terrifying shock.

Sarah's newly grown sharp claws were powerful, and the devastating impact was unexpectedly caught by Frengundo. As the ripples agitated, terrifying wrinkles appeared on the surface of the dragon scales.

A crack appeared in the middle of the rotting flesh, and a black wolf spirit hovered over it.

The giant dragon vibrated its two wings, trying to free its claws.

Frengundo had already turned the saber, inserted the high-temperature sharp edge into the gap between the dragon's claws, and erupted with a force as huge as a mountain, dragging it down continuously.

The shadow transformed by the wolf spirit expanded the wound along the dragon scale, and the carapace flew, bringing out sticky flesh and blood.

The Sarah dragon roared and raised its head backwards.

Flengundo twitched his brows, bared his teeth, and was pulled slightly off the ground.

But the black shadow continued to hover upwards along the wound, scarier than a ghost. When the giant dragon was about to break free, the wolf-head mask emerged from the black mist, and the eyes revealed by the pupils were so fierce.

Ken turned into a vengeful ghost, jumped out of the flames of the wolf spirit, and swung [Dawn and Dusk] to send out a deadly slash.

Before the dragon swung its other arm to block, Ken disappeared into the air, but the wound caused by the ax continued to extend along the muscle texture to the junction.

The leather armor was broken, deep cracks appeared on the scales, and a blast-like gap appeared at the end.

Roar--

The roar of the giant dragon was deafening, and the curse of hunting and falling had infected it thoroughly, and the mist that symbolized death was constantly surrounding.

Although there was no pain to speak of, but he could feel the outrageous anger, especially since Gema's soul was mixed in the monster's body, the similar mood swings were even more obvious.

With a flick of her tail, Sarah smoothed out the bulge on the edge of the lava.

Ken's [Shadow Gap] became even more powerful after the Wolf Spirit Resonance. As long as Frengundo opened the dragon's shell, he would use his skills to sever the wound and disappear before the next capture. Continue to lurk in the shadows.

The soldiers at the end of the wilderness heard the roar resounding through the sky.

Every time Sarah wanted to retreat and regroup, she would be tightly entangled by Frengundor. The orc's fighting skills and surging wild blood were shocking.

The mist became thicker as the frost melted.

Frengundo finally climbed up to the bloody claws, leaped into the sky, and stabbed the war knife named "Beast Blood" into Sarah Elish's snake-like chest.

The eyes of the giant dragon were facing him, and the fangs were thick: "How dare you offend... the great power of Orodher..."

Frengundo's animal pupils trembled slightly, and his fangs rubbed against each other.

A strange gray object gushed out from the dragon's wound, and it swelled in the wind. It felt like the gray haze floating after decay, but it could firmly absorb the sword, and even affected the enchantment of the weapon.

With a strange force, Frengundo pulled out the saber, and the blast-like wound quickly shriveled and recovered.

Ken hid in the shadows and followed the shadows to attack and kill.

He ran towards the monster's head on the dragon's back, and the steel-like dragon's back was like a cold blade gliding past him.

[Skill: Necrotic Haze]

A note popped up in front of Ken's eyes, and the touch under his feet changed.

The surface of Sarah Eilish's body began to show signs of decay. Not only did its power not weaken, it was even rising steadily. It absorbed too much power from the source of hunting and corruption, and merged with death.

Dust was protecting the dragon from Frengundor's stripping and wolf's tearing.

Before Ken could react, Sarah's wings vibrated again, but completely different from before, with the blessing of the haze, she easily swung the air away, and then pressed down hard...

That huge mountain-like body really left the ground!
It shallowly crossed the towering ice cone, smashed through the billowing white smoke and glided to the high slope, smashing holes with its sharp claws, and the resurrected body could not really enjoy flying.

Sarah is now a monster, a filth polluted by the curse of hunting and falling, no longer worthy of the noble sky of the dragon family.

(End of this chapter)