I just covet their strength

Chapter 56 This is the beauty of numbers

The moment the scroll was torn open, gleaming golden threads bloomed, and complex shadows were weaved within a few breaths.

As a very important strategic armament, one of the advantages of the alchemy bomb is its extremely reliable controllability. Each alchemy bomb can be linked to the control scroll. Only after it is unsealed on the scroll and the spell is activated, the alchemy bomb will Only then will it enter the active state, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to detonate.

Each of the dense "threads" produced by Westhead's grasp of the scroll represents a set of switches for the alchemy bomb.

He ripped it all off.

"Alchemy bomb, activate!"

Along with Westhead's cadence of shouting, all the golden threads broke simultaneously.

Time seemed to have stopped here for a moment, and the next moment, the shaking of the earth and mountains sounded from a distance.

"boom--"

The golden flame waves soaring into the sky came from the horizon, like huge waves rolling on the ocean, advancing layer by layer, constantly surging into the sky, throwing countless mottled fragments.

Sauron looked into the distance.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be a stronghold just built by the Dragon Clan.

"Rumble--"

Wave after wave of heat waves swept in accompanied by strong winds after a short delay. The exploding sparks hit the group of dragons and even captured the wingspan of the dragon executive.

The explosion was so violent that the light and heat it brought even dimmed the surrounding light.

Tudor turned his head numbly, with a swampy expression on the dragon's head:

"What did you do?"

Both the dragon and the resistance army were silent and their brains shut down because of this sudden change.

"I just detonated the alchemy bombs stored in various places. There must be more than 100,000 in total."

Westhead explained in the silent atmosphere:

"Five dragon towers, twelve hatching pools, twenty-one war workshops, thirty-eight magic nodes, and hundreds of strongholds of all sizes were reduced to ashes in the explosion just now. So the defensive barrier can only defend against the outside, not the inside."

"Why did you, a damn ant, betray the dragon clan?! Human slaves cannot be trusted, you deserve to die!!"

Tudor was so angry that he was trembling all over, roaring with anger, vibrating his wings, and was about to swoop down and burn Westhead to death with his hot dragon's breath.

But just as he was brewing the dragon's breath, he heard the crisp sound of thunder.

"Pfft-"

The blue dragon thunder condensed into a spear and stabbed into Tudor's defenseless back.

The ultimate destructive power was released in an instant, frantically destroying the dragon's steel body. After breaking through the strongest dragon scales, the dragon's body was much more fragile in comparison.

The dragon thunder exploded instantly, tearing flesh and blood, shattering bones, and greedily swallowing up all the rich energy.

"Uhhhhhh-"

Tudor opened his mouth and closed his eyes, twisting and wailing in pain in the air, falling rapidly while looking back in horror:

"Your Highness?! Why? Why?!"

Lesia, who was standing on the head of the dragon beast, raised her hand to retract the dragon thunder spear. She looked down at the falling dragon with a magnificent and cold eye, and said lightly:
"Quite simply, we were enemies from the beginning."

The silver-haired dragon girl grabbed the reins with one hand and controlled the dragon beast to dive downwards, breaking away from the center of the dragon group. The same was true for Urda who followed her closely.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding dragon executives were all stunned. Even with the wisdom of a real dragon, they could not handle the current changes at this time, let alone react.

"Lord Thorlon, Scorched Wing is not here, what are you waiting for?" Westhead immediately said to the Sword Saint beside him, "Nearly one-third of the dragon executive officers on the Kaipal Plains, if we don't get rid of them now, do we want them to organize a legion for revenge?"

Although Saueren himself was stunned, as a bystander, the shock he received was not that strong. When he heard Westhead's words, he immediately realized that these words were true.

There can be no hesitation for a moment, this is an excellent opportunity!

Sauron chose to believe Westhead, his knees sank slightly and he held the hilt of his sword.

"call"

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, the sword master raised his eyelids.

"Although there are many enemies, I will kill them all with one strike."

"call out--"

Saueren's figure disappeared.

As the person closest to the Sword Master, Westhead did not sense how the opponent moved at all, even though he was already staring at Sauerlan intently, wanting to see what a legendary strongman would do like.

But the only thing he could feel was that time seemed to have been taken away by a frame.

After this frame of lag, the sky full of sword light enveloped the dragons in the sky.

"Zhengzhengzhengzheng——"

Like an endless rainstorm pouring down, hundreds of dragon beasts were killed by the cold sword light in an instant.

The iron-like scales were like butter being cut by a hot knife. They couldn't even stop for a moment. They were beheaded, pierced, cut, and then all burst into blood and fell into the sky.

Although the giant dragon executives did not die as cleanly as the dragon beasts, they were definitely not uncomfortable. As soon as they were attacked, the dragons would activate their spells and remove the inscriptions engraved on their dragon scales. The technique starts.

[Deflection Field][Solid as a Rock][Protective Shield].
Circle after circle of magical halo wrapped around the dragon's body, resisting the sword light coming from all directions like a storm.

But even though they were armed to the teeth, the dragon executives still complained endlessly under the countless slashes.

The shields and armors were torn apart layer by layer, and the continuous sword light penetrated their bodies. Several dragons that were too late to fully defend themselves were given special attention, and they were pierced by thousands of swords alive and fell on the spot.

The giant dragon that was not killed on the spot was also scarred. It waved its wings and accelerated explosively, trying desperately to escape from the Shura field where the swords were intertwined.

But even though he ran away in embarrassment, he was still scarred and bleeding profusely. He could no longer use magic to jump, so he had to make an emergency landing in the open space.

However, even above the ground, the sound of swords plowing through the earth still resounded, as the dragons pursued them relentlessly.

The light of the sword enveloped the sky, and the shadow of the sword swept across the earth. The offensive launched by Sauerlan was as fast and deadly as a hurricane formed in an instant.

[The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword]

Westhead recognized the skill that Sauron was exerting with all his strength. This was not a strange skill, but a combat skill that could be mastered with diligent training.

The principle is to move quickly and slash quickly.

Even Sauerlan's title of [Sword Master] is not a special inheritance. On the contrary, [Sword Master] is a very ordinary legendary profession, with neither the talent to cheat supermodels nor the expertise to shock the past and the present.

It’s the epitome of a blank slate legend.

If he were still in the game "Poetry of Destiny", a legend like Sauron would not be qualified to be ranked on the strength list and could only be used as a unit of measurement for combat power.

But such an ordinary combat skill, such a blank slate of legend, can explode with such power as a natural disaster.

Westhead couldn't help but be fascinated and murmured:

"It's really beautiful."

Pure level suppression, simple numerical beauty.

If I enter the Legend with many T0 talents, how strong will I be? How energetic are you?
(End of this chapter)