Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 922 Group Battle
"Dragon, let me conquer you!!!"

Cu Chulainn launched an attack towards the supreme and unparalleled Ancestral Dragon in the sky.

Taking a deep breath, he concentrated all the magic power in his body on the magic gun in his hand.

He felt a powerful force surge inside his body, as if it was about to tear his body apart. However, he did not back down, but strengthened his belief.

He jumped up suddenly and attacked the ancestral dragon in the sky.

His magic spear cut through the sky like a bolt of lightning, piercing straight into the dragon's heart.

The muscles in his body were tensed to the limit, and under the strengthening of magic power, he felt as if his body was about to explode. However, he did not stop, but rushed forward harder.

He knew that this was the most important moment in his life.

He wanted to unleash all his power and engage in a life-and-death contest with this unparalleled ancestral dragon.

Even if you lose, it’s still an honor to lose!

His spiritual core was destroyed at that moment and he returned directly to the Throne of Heroes. And his soul was pulled by a mysterious force into the Holy Grail.

The ancestral dragon's claw, even if it is only a small one, has already reached the size of the Einzbern family castle. The huge size and the sharp claw tips are intimidating.

Illya groaned, the strong discomfort in her body making her feel uncomfortable.

However, he didn't back down. Instead, he straightened his chest and thrust forward harder. His eyes shone with determination, as if to burn away all fear and despair.

However, the end point of this dance is cruel and desperate - Zulong's huge claws are like a majestic mountain peak, quietly waiting for his arrival.

"What a stupid disciple."

It was like a blazing flame, completely igniting itself and everything around it for the fight.

However, his roar was quickly drowned out by the roar of the ancestral dragon.

In front of the huge power of Zulong, Cu Chulainn was like an insignificant ant. His body was crushed mercilessly, shattering like a piece of fragile glass.

However, he did not give up. He held the magic gun tightly and thrust forward with all his strength. He knew that this might be his only chance.

The roar of the ancestral dragon was deafening, as if it could shake the heaven and the earth. Amidst the huge dragon roar, Cu Chulainn's figure was severely pressed under the claws of the ancestor dragon.

Cu Chulainn let out a deafening roar. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions.

Cu Chulainn clearly knew that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and this unparalleled ancestral dragon.

A biting cold air rolled up around Scathach's body, and with the two magic spears at the center, a huge vortex of magic rolled up and roared.

Scathach's red eyes were no longer filled with the usual intelligence and calmness, but instead were filled with flaming passion.

"Ah ah ah ah ah----"

His magic spear drew sparks on the scales of the ancestral dragon, but it was unable to cause any substantial damage to the ancestral dragon.

His magic spear burst into dazzling light at this moment, and the light was as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Cú Chulainn could feel the tremendous power coming from Zulong, as if his body was about to be torn apart. The power was so terrifying that he could barely breathe.

His figure cut through the sky like a shooting star, leaving a brilliant arc in the sky. His movements are smooth and graceful, like a dancer dancing in the air. Every turn and every jump is full of power and beauty.

This gap is not only a visual shock, but also a spiritual despair.

The vortex seemed to be able to swallow everything, sucking in all the surrounding air. Scathach's entire body was enveloped in the vortex, covered in a flaming coat.

Her figure loomed in the firelight, like a god of war emerging from hell.

"Although I don't know if the Holy Grail can fulfill my wish, it would be nice if I could experience the feeling of death as a servant." Scathach is not sure of victory. Even if she has the legend of killing dragons, I am afraid that this The Ancestor Dragon is not much of a threat either.

It must be at least A-level, no, it must be at least A-level or above dragon-slaying Noble Phantasm and the cooperation of powerful heroic servants with dragon-slaying legends can defeat this ancestral dragon!

"Scathach!"

Medea called to Scathach anxiously.

"Medea, I leave this master to you."

Scathach already recognized Chang Wei as his master and knew that Chang Wei was Medea's master, and then Medea summoned him. However, it was difficult for Scathach not to recognize that young master.

Although the opponent joined the Holy Grail War halfway and didn't understand anything, he was unexpectedly excellent, especially his origin. Given time, he will become a great weapon.

Even Scathach has never seen such a special origin.

It's just that if you want to end your eternity, it's still a little short of the mark.

"Scathach, do you really want to go?"

Chang Wei's voice sounded in Scathach's ears. Scathach was startled, and then suddenly realized.

"Have you mastered the runes, Master?"

Then she continued to stride forward, because Medusa had died under the torrent of magic spit out by Zulong. The torrent of magic was so terrifying that it could crush everything.

Absolute strength, invincible body, no one can be his opponent.

"Go, after all, this is my wish."

Scathach jumped high and drew runes in mid-air, inspiring more powerful power and magic.

All her ability parameters increased by more than two levels at this moment!

"Then, Medea, use the command spell..."

Scathach heard what Chang Wei said.

Medea also realized that, yes, she could use the command spell to make Scathach stop such reckless behavior.

Scathach shook his head, and was about to say that he was not afraid of this threat. She could directly cut off the connection between the Command Spell and her, and could also resist the effectiveness of the Command Spell, so it was impossible to use the Command Spell to control her to do whatever she wanted.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Medea, use the Command Seal and let Scathach win!"

As a result, Chang Wei's words once again exceeded Scathach's expectations.

Scathach and Medea were startled at the same time.

"what?"

Medea thought she heard wrongly, but she felt an inexplicable force controlling her body.

Then, Medea began to use command spells uncontrollably.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Scathach, you will surely win!"

"In the name of the Command Seal, Scathach, you will surely win!"

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(End of this chapter)