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Chapter 585 0579: Summoned Beast and Lone Wolf

The comment status of Dragon's Breath Beast is very strange.

It is a monster that "falls shortly" by sacrificing, similar to the legendary creature Mogor of [Ambella Ice Harbor], the body is exiled, and it will be restricted when it affects the real space.

The dimension of existence has not fallen into the "reality" level, and even if it is defeated now, it cannot be eradicated from the root.

It only needs the next sacrifice, or the fulfillment of certain conditions, to allow them to reconnect to reality and come again.

Ken was in control of the situation and couldn't help but think a lot. Ever since he came into contact with the remains of the dragon and the curse of death, he began to have the idea of ​​exploring the origin of power.

An exiled legendary creature...

Summoned beasts sacrificed by magic...

That being the case, is the old god who has long been silenced also isolated in a dimension that is difficult for the world to perceive?
Ken looked at the palm, the battle banner insignia under the leather.

He recalled every communication he had with Winter Mother Qiwen—the insurmountable gap between the mighty power of the old gods, the bridge that could only be built by calling for a response, and the dead silence that was countless times colder than ice and snow.

What happened to cause the gods who supported the belief in the North to fall here, and what is the meaning of "Gamble of the Gods", and where did Frengundo learn about those secrets?

"Qiwen, how do you want me to save the northern border?"

Ken had too many doubts in his heart.

He knew that the truth of history might be hidden in the [Old Divine Calendar] and [Wilderland Tomb], and he needed to uncover the mystery step by step.

The huge monster is brewing to breathe.

Terrible heat brewed in the orange-red chest.

Ken frowned, dissatisfied with the dragon's breath beast's noise, and perhaps the confusion in his heart exacerbated this disgust.

The gigantic figure of the giant beast is still releasing a sense of oppression.

But the coercion that makes the legs weak can't affect the human in front of it. In its eyes, Ken is like a cold cliff in a frosty ice port, calmly facing the waves.

The horns began to shift, the temperature rose, and the air twisted.

Ken's battle ax whirled into the air, staying in the center of the condensed magical breath, and then black flames exploded around the weapon, and his figure flashed here.

[Dawn and Twilight] Flipping and whistling, he swung down the heavy chop, and his eyes became blue under the blessing of the mighty power of the old god, and while his figure moved, he left two shallow, arc-shaped tails in the air.

With his beheading...

The flames attached to the wolf spirit were like substance, and the soldiers present were affected to varying degrees - the animal clan heard the terrifying howling of wolves, the resolute warriors felt their livers tremble, and some people with keen senses could even glimpse the wasteland The phantom of the tomb beast spirit.

[Enchanting: Wolf Spirit Breath]

boom!
A circle of white air waves swayed for more than ten steps.

At the very center of the air wave, the place where the battle ax and the horns touched exploded outward, exposing the black mottled cuticle and the blood vessel-like crimson molten lava.

Splashes of magical slime corrode the ground, emitting acrid and dangerous fumes.

Roar--

The Dragon's Breath Beast made a loud noise, and the killing impact not only broke two horns, but the aftermath of the inertia even caused its body to fall hard to the ground.

The growl dies in the chest.

The remaining part of the magma sprayed out from the dragon's breath beast's huge mouth, like a beast that was punched to death, the cavity was in a mess, and the magic breath caused an explosion, blowing its fangs to pieces.

But this time, it didn't struggle right away.

The sand fell back, the dust scattered all over the sky, and the location where the battle ax hit was exposed.

A huge block of ice condensed there, freezing the broken horn and the ground together, and expanding a frost-white territory towards the surroundings.

There was a strange loud noise from the abdomen of the dragon's breath beast.

No one knew whether the summoned objects of this magic sacrifice could groan like wild beasts, but almost everyone, including the magician and Nansen, underestimated Ken's combat effectiveness.

He once faced the old dragon carcass with Hawser and Frengundur.

Compared with the giant dragon roaring with the will to die, the monster named [Dragon's Breath] in front of him is just some kind of inferior monster exiled in a different space.

Ken is also very clear that the summoning of sacrifices is bound. The huge monster struggling to get up in the ice slag in front of him is not the original appearance of the abyssal dragon's breath. In the distant Pistonk Empire, perhaps it can summon more The real giant body...

The sound of the collapse was loud.

Ken reached out his hand to retract his weapon from the ice pick, waved it lightly, cut through the mist, and walked towards it calmly.

The balance of the battle has been tipped.

Fighting, corpses everywhere, flame magic burned through the sky above the battlefield, and steel arrows shuttled over the heads of tens of thousands of people like a fine rain curtain.

The hoarse roar frightened the ancient frozen ground.

Under the dim light and shadow, there are staggered armies, steel armor and battle axes colliding, and fine ice slag shines in the dense crowd, like sparkling waves on a churning Dead Sea.

Everyone is extremely small in this battlefield full of killings. Every short encounter of weapons and every magic spell chanted will represent the collision and passing of life.

The wolf king Fei stepped on the pile of corpses, surrounded by the clan members, raised his head and howled.

Meng stroked the wolf's hair, stopped fighting and collected his thoughts.

This alienated giant wolf is barking lowly, with thin saliva dripping from between its fangs. It shares emotions with its fettered host, so the flood of anger is like dry firewood, allowing the killing beast to keep burning.

Featherblade drank the blood of the invaders.

Meng was looking for something carefully in the cold wind. The hunter's talent had already been awakened, but because of his responsibility, he was constantly suppressed.

The battle flag returns, no more worries.

Meng seemed to have grasped the target and let out a soft breath.

The wolf also began to growl more aggressively, so he reached out and stroked its fur.

"It's clear this time, man," Mon said. "I must kill him."

A black mist of them passed through the battle line, and the melting snow splashed mud and water, and pierced a light cavalry formation from the flank.

The city-state allied forces showed horrified eyes, and a group of strange beast cavalry surrounded Meng, but they didn't dare to approach, so they just watched him leave.

"Boss."

Collins reined in the reins, raised his chin towards the Snow Peak trail and said, "Your commander seems to be in a hurry."

"Ah."

Ken trusted Meng very much, so he didn't think much about it. The note appeared, and the task entry vibrated violently.

【Advanced Title: Meng】

[Mission: Blade Sheath]

[Description: The sharp edge of the sheath is sharpened. The real strength is restraint. Only by understanding the importance of life can you hold the knife in your hand. 】

[Progress: Killing Bituro 0/1]

Ken looked stunned, and looked sideways in the direction Meng left.

Collins officially took over the battlefield. Although the Thornton Kaya garrison was slightly resistant to his mercenary face, with the cooperation of various guild elites, he still firmly controlled the situation in his own hands.

Nansen dodged in embarrassment, the steel sword was humming, and Kuima's multi-section spears flashed so fast that he couldn't be distracted to command.

The Pistonke position was captured extremely quickly.

The mercenaries scattered and defeated the Heili cavalry, but Nansen could do nothing but stare at Collins through gritted teeth.

The latter, on the other hand, calmly launched the offensive on horseback.

Obviously, compared with Meng, he is a more professional commander.

(End of this chapter)