Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 35 Rolling
In the palace, one-sided ravages are emerging.

Itarek, who was holding the Blood Slaughter Blade, was like a brutal killing machine. He held Augustus's head tightly with one hand, and the next moment, the fierce and angry beheading ax slammed down, directly smashing his entire body like a firewood. cut off!

The disgraced Poison Swamp King pointed without saying a word.

Accompanied by another voodoo priest screaming in the distance, a beam of emerald green light sank into Augustus' remnant body, making the unwilling heart beat again in the claws of the god of death.

Swah——

Suddenly opened his eyes.

Augustus seemed to be used to this sudden sudden death, he activated his fury while roaring, and the iron spear, which was sure to penetrate the bones, pierced Itarek's chest in an instant.

There was a clanging sound of gold and iron, and Italek swiped the Blood Slaughter Blade, cutting off the piercing iron spear with ease.

Undiminished.

This dangerous weapon slashed towards Augustus' head with deadly force, and the murderous anger made him unconsciously hold his breath!

The emerald green grass spread to the entire battlefield at some point, and fragrant flowers bloomed, spreading hundreds of poisonous powders into the air.

But before he could get close to Itarek, all the flowers and plants were completely destroyed by the aftermath of this random blow.

Even the poisonous powder was crushed by the anger, and none of it could touch the body.

boom!
Augustus couldn't avoid it, so he could only bear the bombardment head-on.

Augustus, who was gritted his teeth, fell half kneeling on the ground in one blow, and as another ax fell, the Bloody Death Blade, who seemed to be laughing wildly, drank the blood, and chopped off this big good head heartily!
"Trash, what a fucking trash! Can't you die slower?!"

The Poison Swamp King was so angry that he cursed.

I had to bear the pain and sacrifice the life of an apprentice who had been cultivated for many years, activate the cicada slough seeds hidden in their bodies, and return a large amount of life force into Augustus' body at the cost of one life for another!

It's just the nature of the spell.

Every resurrection from the dead will require a life span of more than ten years as the price, and even this amount will become more and more exaggerated as the number of times increases.

But despite the cost.

This is still the most proud self-created incantation of Poison Swamp King, and it is also the pinnacle work of Zangula in the incantation industry today!
But soon, the poisonous marsh king was no longer the only one who mastered this spell.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it should be like this."

Italek watched as the extremely fast green light beam was about to crash into Augustus' body.

After watching so many times, the Mark of the Erudite has already mobilized all the knowledge of spells to analyze and try continuously in the thinking hall.

"It's not so much a curse, it's better to say it's a different kind of curse. It's so clear and unique that it's worth collecting."

Under the unbelievable gaze of the Poison Swamp King.

Italek swung the beheading axe, hitting the magic node on the green light beam with an unbelievably familiar precision.

It seems that a crucial building block was overthrown, and all the hard-won vitality in it collapsed on the spot, without producing any value!
"This is a brand new spell that I worked so hard to create, how can you understand it so clearly?!"

The Poison Swamp King lost his voice in shock, his face contorted in horror and jealousy.

Itarek smiled shyly at the other party, but raised the blood slaughter blade in his hand, and slashed at the remnant of Augustus again!

Don't care about the turbulent waves in your heart.

The Poison Swamp King became ruthless, and the lives of the three voodoo priests dissipated on the spot, replaced by the same three green light beams bursting out from his palms, and he was extremely unwilling to try again.

His brows raised slightly.

Itarek naturally wouldn't be polite.

The heavy Blood Massacre Death Blade drew out an arc lightly and flexibly, smashing two green light beams one after another.

Only the last one turned sharply before the ax blade was about to touch it, and merged into Augustus' body at an extremely tricky angle, and was reborn with the help of the troll's unimaginably strong vitality!
"I have bad news for you. The little means of spells have come to an end. If you die next, you will really die."

August's heart sank suddenly.

Looking at Italyk, who hadn't been injured at all since the start of the war, Augustus was almost out of breath under a terrible pressure like the sea.

But the next moment, the ruthless ax blade fell down again!
"We can't go on like this anymore, we have no chance of winning."

Castal covered his eyes with one hand in pain, staring unblinkingly at the tragic scene unfolding in the palace.

He was doing his best to rescue the seriously injured Sharupa, but Castar found desperately that even if he managed to rescue Sharupa, the Molten King would have finished the battle by the time he came on the field.

"I'm going up now, you go and assassinate Tolisso!"

Sharupa struggled to get up, but his body, which was on the verge of collapse, was still unable to stand up.

Even if it's just a brief confrontation with Italek.

The domineering shattering power contained in every attack from the Xuetu Death Blade still caused deep fractures in every bone in Sharupa's body.

Not to mention fighting, being able to stand up is an impossible miracle!
"It seems that you need help. Coincidentally, I just have what you need urgently."

The sudden sound attracted the attention of the desperate two. Navarro had a gloomy face, and his subconscious pacing showed the uncontrollable anxiety deep in his heart.

"Damikron's Curse, it is the only way to greatly strengthen someone's strength in a short period of time at the cost of several lives!"

"...I don't know this advanced spell yet."

"I will do it! Don't talk nonsense, if you wait any longer, everyone will die!"

Looking at the precarious scene not far away, Navarro was already fidgeting to the limit.

He knew the temperament of the Poison Swamp King well.

If it came to the moment of desperation that had to turn the tide, the other party would definitely sacrifice the lives of all the apprentices without hesitation, and use the number of green beams to bet on whether Italek could smash them all at once.

But at that time, Navarro, who is still alive and kicking, will never escape the fate of death!

Damn old thing!
I'm afraid I have cast a curse on everyone since I first became an apprentice. Every apprentice is a consumable that she prepared in advance to deal with this battle——!
Navarro gritted his teeth with hatred, but had to give up the idea of ​​sneaking out for his own life.

I don't know if I should be lucky or not, but this costly proposal was quickly responded to.

"Let me do it, that's the only contribution I can make now."

Sharupa, whose whole body was nearly comminuted, showed a free and easy smile that was so faint that it was almost invisible.

Castel was stunned.

Since that day, he hadn't seen a smile from the heart on the face of his comrade-in-arms for an unknown amount of time.

After a moment of silence, Castal firmly grasped Sharupa's palm, not allowing him to refuse.

"In this case, then bring our strength, you are not the only one who is willing to sacrifice."

"Yes, boss, how can we leave out such things?"

"Hey, the frontal battlefield is full of monsters. We are not strong enough. The only way to kill that tyrant with our own hands is this."

"Collecting the strength of all people, we will definitely be able to accomplish the great cause of revenge!"

Looking at a group of laughing companions, Xia Lupa's throat was inexplicably congested.

In the end, he solemnly promised.

"Don't worry, give me everything you have, I will definitely not let Toliso see the sun tomorrow!"

The darkness as thick as black mud poured out from Navarro's hand, devouring all the people who were slaughtered, and finally formed a huge cocoon.

It beats powerfully on the ground like a heart, gestating a monster that exists for killing and revenge!

tear-

Tearing open the giant cocoon with sharp claws, when Sharupa stood up again, everything around him, including himself, seemed to have undergone completely different changes.

Only this rolling and eager killing intent remained unwavering from beginning to end!
So he jumped up, and Sharupa's fury was like a thunderous explosion.

"Go to hell, tyrant!!"

(End of this chapter)