Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 554 Death of Ice Dragon
Having been knocked away once, Grossel, who was both physically and mentally prepared, finally withstood the frost dragon's blow from the sky.

He simply threw away the useless giant sword, stretched out his hands, and pressed against the shoulders around the ice dragon's neck like a strong man fighting in a bar. One hand even pressed into the injured part of the opponent, regardless of the cold blue blood freezing his arms. Stiff, he pressed his feet to the ground and used all his strength, but Yuris could not move forward even half a minute.

The angry beast roared, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down, targeting the fragile back of Grossel's neck, which was fighting it hand-to-hand.

click -

Grossel dodged the fatal blow with agility that was not commensurate with his size. He continued to stretch forward and raise his hands to lift the dragon's upper body off the ground. The latter's two thick hind legs were on the ice. Traces of different shades were dug out on it, but for a while there was nothing that could be done against this tenacious giant.

Whoosh, bang.

When one person and one dragon were in a stalemate, Xiatasi drew her bow again and shot an arrow that looked like a "gathering storm". Together with Angel's enhanced shot triggered again, it hit the dragon's right shoulder, which was no longer protected by ice armor. , allowing the newly frozen wound to go through the process of explosion, bleeding, and condensation into ice again.

"Punishing Knight" Long Zell, who was observing the battlefield with sharp eyes, focused his gaze and noticed the fragility of Yurisian's wound. He pointed the front finger of his left hand without holding the sword and said:

"die!"

This ancient Hermes language carried unparalleled power, like an invisible weight hitting the dragon's right shoulder. The repeatedly injured wound sunk in with a pop, and the blue ice blood turned into black representing death. The flesh and blood underneath withered and fell off, revealing the translucent bones inside that looked like ice.

Oops... He must always be distracted to control "Frost" to prevent everyone from being overwhelmed by the cold. As soon as this idea came to Angel's mind, he was slapped away by the claw of the dragon that came like a train again, and was shattered into pieces that dissipated. mirror.

Klein knew that all the previous attacks were not fatal to the huge dragon body of the "King of the North". Only by controlling the opponent's spiritual body thread and making it enter a sluggish state could he have the opportunity to focus on one place and pry Use the opponent's ice armor and scales to kill the dragon.

After killing two people one after another, Yurisian, whose inner violence gradually spread, turned his huge body and swept his flexible tail towards the other people.

Oops... Klein felt the spiritual threads moving away from him, and he was about to escape his control. He had no choice but to follow the opponent with legs that were extremely short compared to the dragon.

Yurisian, who has not yet reached the height of a demigod, is about to die under the siege of many Sequence 5 Beyonders...

Seeing the right opportunity, Angel took the initiative, approached the ice ring, and activated "Frost Control" again. Finally, he successfully gained control of this power. The ice ring clinging to the ground cleverly bypassed everyone and gradually spread behind him. It froze the ground into solid ice, but didn't hurt anyone.

The dragon's eyes, which were bigger than its fists, immediately flashed a trace of nervousness. Even though it was not as sane as humans, the spiritual reminder gave it a sense of crisis.

Grossel, who was swept by it first, didn't even have time to retreat, and was frozen into an ice sculpture from bottom to top. After that, there was Long Zell, who was wearing heavy armor and couldn't avoid it.

Boom, snowflakes flew across the sky, and a small sun appeared in the cold wind-swept sky. The scorching flames rushed towards Yurisian's neck from behind, melting its thick ice armor, revealing the soft neck scales. .

good chance!
Holding a revolver that was also loaded with the "Gathering Storm" made by Angel, Klein kept looking for opportunities. When he saw the perfect position of the fireball, he snapped his fingers and detonated the fragilely balanced ball inside.

The giant dragon spun around in circles again, its long tail and thick hind limbs sweeping aimlessly, smashing the newly frozen ice into pieces, sending ice shards flying around, but not causing any effective damage. .

After that, all that was left in its mind was crazy and violent emotions.

Feeling uneasy, the dragon became violent and pushed away the frozen giant Grosel. It cleared the passage to Xiatas, Angel and others, and decided to crush the biggest threats no matter what. of human beings.

But Anderson, who was looking for opportunities behind the giant dragon Yurisian, was not so lucky. In desperation, he summoned a spear flowing with liquid flames, inserted it in front of him, and divided the weakened ice ring into two pieces. Second, he successfully avoided the same fate as Grossel, but was discovered by the vigilant ice dragon. Its long and strong tail swept over and swept away the "strongest hunter" directly, smashing into the blizzard and disappearing. .

The cold air suddenly blew out from the place where the ice dragon and the giant came into contact. The snowflakes that were originally driven out by Angel were carried back to the scene by the strong wind, almost drowning everyone's figure. With the ice blue light rising up, the ice dragon's feet A halo spread quickly.

"Ow—"

Taking this opportunity, Grossel, who was pushed away, faced the dragon again, supported its shoulders, and pressed Yurisian, who was taller than him, to the place again.

After destroying everything around him and expressing his inner violence, as soon as the madness faded from Yurisian's eyes, the hateful giant figure appeared in his eyes again.

Bang, Angel stepped forward with one foot, and a ring of frost also appeared under his feet. This ring of ice, which was not so blue and not so thick, surged forward and resisted the dragon's attack, but it remained deadlocked for less than a second. Then he merged into the other party and attacked towards the cave exit with even more ferocity.

boom--

Shaitas set up another arrow. The ascetic monk praised the gods and wanted to give blessings to the elf singer. Angel almost drove away the surrounding storm. Klein whispered the next strategy beside her. Ai Devenna took out a small mirror from somewhere, and the body of the "King of the North" was already reflected in it. After Anderson threw the fireball, he had sneaked behind the dragon, raised his black dagger, and waited for the opportunity to stab the dragon. neck……

"call--"

There are two more...

Yurisian's blue eyes squeezed out a trace of bloodshot, and the successive successes left the "King of the North" with only the joy of killing in its mind. It once again stared at the other people who were not blocked by the hateful giant and the annoying witch.

Edwina's same blue pupils have turned black, and there seems to be a viscous liquid inside that can accommodate all evil thoughts. She looks at the "King of the North", manipulating and detonating the only thought in the opponent's mind, causing it to fall into Total madness.

She drew her bow and nocked an arrow. A trace of imperceptible determination flashed in Xiatasi's eyes, where the lightning was concentrated on her body. She held the bow steadily, then shot the arrow that was ready to go, accurately hitting the rotating dragon body, and hit it right. The wound on his shoulder expanded a bit again, then he dropped the wooden bow, grabbed Mobet beside him, and threw him into the cave.

Whoa, a fireball compressed into an incandescent color flew from nowhere and flew towards the dragon's mouth as fast as lightning. Yurisian had to stop spitting and turned his head to avoid it. The incandescent fireball missed its neck by a hair. After a while, the speed suddenly slowed down, almost suspended.

But when it looked around, except for a few fewer enemies, it found no other attacks that could pose a fatal threat to it.

"God said, it doesn't work."

Mobet's black pointed hat fell somewhere, but he didn't care about it. He rolled out of the hole and crawled out of the hole. He only had time to see his lover fall heavily on the ice and roll a few times. Move again.

The extremely cold storm that was raging around and roaring in everyone's ears suddenly stopped. The brief silence made everyone feel uneasy. Angel's enhanced ice blue eyes had returned to normal, and he was the first to feel the surrounding temperature. Change, she frowned and shouted:
"Grossell, get out of the way!"

His "sacrifice" gave Klein a brief opportunity. Under Angel's caress, invisible threads appeared all over his body. They were used as casting materials, allowing the witch's invisibility to take effect on him. This newly promoted person The "Secret Puppet Master" disappeared quickly, selected Anderson's unextinguished flame spear, and jumped behind the ice dragon.

His spirituality spread, and he grabbed one of the thick black threads that shot out from Yurisian's body and spread to infinity, twisting it like plucking a string.

"Shatasi!"

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

But her tall figure was unable to escape, flying into the sky like a broken sack under the sweep of the dragon's tail.

The "King of the North" let out a scream, and his hind limbs suddenly exerted force, pushing the giant Grossel, who was originally evenly matched, back. His uninjured left arm rested on the ground, his huge mouth stretched forward, and a new wave brewed in his throat. of ice flames.

Boom, boom.

The frost ring that almost reached his body seemed to lose a layer of color under his "notarization" and became almost transparent. The low temperature that could freeze a person from the inside out also became milder and was no longer fatal.

Snowman's face was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand, his scarred arm unwavering.

This finally brought him within five meters of his target.

Grossel shook off the ice and snowflakes on his body, and moved his legs firmly. Bright light continued to emerge from his body, forming a set of silver armor, and he faced the violent dragon without fear.

He held one hand against the swept dragon tail, reached forward with the other hand, grabbed the ice armor on the ice dragon's chest, and pulled hard, tearing off the thick piece of armor, revealing the dragon scales underneath.

Roar--

Yurisian felt an unprecedented crisis. His intact left shoulder leaned back, and his front paws swung in an arc, hitting the giant in front of him, directly digging a big hole in his armor, and removing the gray-blue inside. The abdomen was scratched until it was bloody and bloody.

Grossel's expression remained unchanged as he continued to lock the dragon's tail and chest tightly, holding it in place.

"Imprisonment!" Long Zell also joined the battle, restricting the dragon's movement, making its body slow down, and it seemed as if layers of amber had condensed around it.

"Control desire!"

Edwina once again used her simulated "Apostle of Desire" ability, causing Yurisian, whose eyes flashed with anxiety, to be controlled by the madness in his mind again. His limbs only struggled violently, but did not form a combined force sufficient to break free from the giant's grip.

Okay, that's it, another ten seconds, no, maybe fifteen seconds... Klein followed closely behind the dragon, hiding under the narrow triangle formed by the opponent's tail and hind limbs, using the nimble movements of a "clown" to dodge Following the stepping feet and the constantly swaying tail, there are only thick black lines in the eyes, and the spirituality brushes over these "strings" and gradually controls them.

He didn't notice that his figure was gradually revealed in the snowstorm.

The increasingly spiritual vigilance made the "King of the North" break away from his crazy thoughts, and his eyes unconsciously looked towards his lower abdomen, towards the source of danger, and saw the little insect gradually outlining the outline of his body.

What... is he doing?
A trace of doubt flashed through Ice Dragon's mind, but his body reacted in advance. The nearest hind limb left the ice and stepped towards Klein.

Mobet, who crawled out of the cave and was running towards Xiatas, suddenly stopped, stretched his right hand forward and twisted it outward.

The ice dragon's mind went blank, and he forgot what he was going to do in an instant, and the raised hind limbs slowly lowered themselves.

In contrast, Mobet, who had "stealed" his idea, stepped on the ice as if to crush a small insect that had scared him.

What did I just want to do...

Yurisian's blank brain gradually recovered, remembered his intention, and raised his hind limbs again.

But it's too late.

Klein spread his hands apart and bent his fingers slightly, as if he was controlling a huge puppet, with his fingertips pulling countless invisible leads.

In his spiritual vision, many of the black spiritual threads spreading out from the dragon in front of him had already wrapped around an elegant arc and connected to his fingers.

Initial control is finally complete.

Not good, my body...

The thoughts in the "King of the North"'s mind became sluggish like a rusty machine. Its hind limbs slowly stepped down and gently caressed the ice. But below, Klein had already left, changed positions, and continued to control the spirit. body line.

Yes, that, little bug...

Jurisian swung his thick tail and rolled slowly across the ice like a log. Klein easily avoided it without even running.

It would take at least five minutes to fully control such a creature. Klein did not hold the idea of ​​taking the frost dragon as a marionette. Instead, he looked at the others, hoping that they would understand his intention.

"Attack immediately and kill it!"

Edwina shouted and threw out a blazing fireball imitating Anderson.

Grossel, whose silver armor had been shattered and crumbled during the attack, stepped aside and let the fireball hit the dragon's chest, which was not protected by ice armor. The scales exploded, revealing ice-blue flesh. He stretched out his right hand, and the bright light condensed in his palm, forming a sword of dawn, and stabbed into the dragon's chest.

Oh, the sharp sword split the flesh and blood, penetrated the sternum, and opened a huge wound.

"Step aside!"

A powerful voice came. Behind Grossell, Xiatasi stood up as if she was unharmed. She grabbed the wooden bow again, attached the arrow, and with the help of the ascetic monks, she condensed the golden thunder light and struck it. Breaking through the wind and snow, it plunged into Yurisian's bloody wound.

On her chest, the "Rose Necklace" was emitting dark red light, repairing the elf's fragile body.

Anderson slowly crawled back from a distance, his body shrouded in flames to resist the cold. Anderson's eyes lit up, and the black dagger "Death Fang" glowed with incandescent light from the blade. The human sword merged into one and flew up like a flaming spear. , got into the chest of the giant dragon that was opened by continuous attacks.

Black scorch marks quickly formed on the dragon's chest, like a paintbrush scribbling on a drawing board, and then they were all ignited by the flames inside.

boom--

Fire and ice flames spurted out at the same time, and the "Strongest Hunter" was thrown away. The flames on his body were extinguished by ice-blue blood, and he was shaking all over. There were ice edges on his blond hair, but his attack also hit the dragon's chest. The whole thing was cut open, and from the depths of the blackened dragon scales, blue blood and internal organs spurted out, almost emptying the dragon's chest and abdominal cavity.

But the tenacious dragon is still not dead!

"Roar--"

The continuous attacks made Yurisian's thinking slow and his movements slow, and he regained some autonomy. His intact left arm suddenly flew up, knocking Grossel away, and his huge body smashed into Shatas in the distance.

Klein, who was hiding under him, was busy manipulating the threads of the spirit body when he suddenly felt his eyes darken and his body turned into a thin paper man.

The "King of the North" sat down and slammed the paper man into the ground.

Five meters away, Klein appeared in embarrassment. He grabbed forward with both hands in vain, but he was unable to grasp the threads of the spiritual bodies that were out of range.

Seeing the lines floating up again and spreading to infinity, he was about to run forward when he suddenly noticed a jet-black flame rising beside the dragon.

Although the black flame had no temperature, it was also unaffected by frost. In Klein's eyes, it was like a bright light in the dark night. He locked the flame instantly, jumped to Yurisian's side, grasped it with both hands, and used his spirituality to control the spirits again. body line.

The dragon's head, which had just regained its freedom, buzzed, and fell into a dull and sluggish state again.

From the flames that had not yet been extinguished, Angel's figure stepped out immediately after Klein. Her rose necklace had been handed over to the seriously injured Xiatas. The long sword turned into a "knight bracelet" was like a toothpick compared to the dragon's body. Therefore, he did not use these common attack methods, but climbed directly onto the back of the dragon that was constantly shaking and trying to avoid it. He casually scratched his palm on its hard ice armor and pressed it on the scales on the back of his neck.

She was going to paint with blood, drawing spells directly on the "King of the North"!
Since "Grossell's Travels" is unwilling to let those spells enter, it must mean that the spells can cause fatal damage to the frost dragon.

Rough blood lines quickly formed on the dragon's neck. Feeling the endless crisis, Yurisian moved his body with difficulty and leaned back, trying to shake off the small bug on his back, but Edwina used precise The time spent once again ignited its emotions, making its eyes wide open and bloodshot eyes, and it no longer had any thoughts of resistance in its mind.

After finishing the last stroke, Angel poured in the few spiritual energy until her eyes were dazzled and her head was throbbing with pain. Only then did she feel that the talisman on the dragon had been fully activated and was waiting for her "order".

"betray."

Angel whispered the thoughts that came to him.

The bright red talisman instantly darkened, like coagulated blood, blending into the silver-white dragon scales.

In Klein's eyes, the thick black spiritual threads seemed to have been cut by a pair of huge scissors, and were instantly retracted into Yurisian's body.

Since there was no need to continue to control the spiritual thread, he immediately relaxed his mind and left the dragon's body. He caught Angel who had exhausted his spiritual power and rolled off the dragon's back. He moved his legs and ran forward.

Behind the two of them, "King of the North" Yurisian was frozen in place like a sculpture. Its pieces of ice armor rushed to leave the dragon's body, and its scales fled from the flesh and blood.

Its head and spine betrayed its body, carrying countless ice-blue flesh and blood, and it was suddenly pulled out.

The freed dragon head opened its jaws and aimed at the wound on the chest. A stream of ice flames spurted out, filling the inside of the chest.

Then, ice flames poured out from all parts of Yurisian's body, freezing the frost dragon into a lifeless ice sculpture.

(End of this chapter)