I just covet their strength

Chapter 74 I Probably Will Never Forget You in My Life

"Boom-"

The deafening sound and the tremor of shattering scorched earth sounded at the same time.

Countless red sparks were flying in the sky, and everyone who was still on the ground battlefield immediately turned their attention to this change.

There was no way to ignore that the mere presence of Scorch Wing's body had spread out the invisible power of the dragon. Everyone's chests seemed to be weighed down by a huge weight, making it difficult to breathe.

Some soldiers who were exhausted even fainted.

Things are different now, and Westhead is not unable to withstand the power of the Scorched Wings. He looked solemnly at the legendary dragon that landed in the center.

"Since the Scorching Wings have already arrived, this means that the Sword Master has..."

Without leaving Westhead to guess for a second, Scorched Wings raised its dragon head and lifted one of its forelimbs that was on the ground. What emerged from under the claws was only the upper body of Sauerlan.

The arms were broken, the chest was cut open, and the neck and head were disconnected. If it were not for the legendary rank, this state could be declared dead, but Saueren was still alive and breathing.

What the Sword Master achieved was to poke several large holes in the wings of Scorched Wings and cut off half of the steel dragon tail.

Although for the legendary true dragon, this seemingly terrible injury can be healed quickly, and it is considered a minor injury at most, but to be able to achieve this level, Saueren has far exceeded his own limit.

"As a human hero, you are a little too good."

Scorched Wing spoke calmly, causing the stagnant battlefield to listen to his voice.

"I actually enjoyed this battle. I will probably never forget you in my life."

It's a pity that the Scorch Wing's appreciation failed to satisfy Sauerran. The half-dead Juggernaut spit out dirty blood mixed with internal organs fragments and laughed angrily:
"Hahahahaha, but you still didn't use your full strength, did you?"

"It's not worth using all our strength to deal with humans."

Scorched Wings looked around and saw the corpses of his subordinates strewn across the field, as well as the resistance troops looking at him with horrified eyes.

After this battle, his clan's thousand-year savings were almost wiped out. It was an extremely tragic loss, but the Scorched Wings were surprisingly not angry.

Having suffered so many losses, I feel a little numb, but it doesn't matter.

The legendary true dragon stretched out a fingertip, gently touched Sauron's head, and said lightly:

"But for the abomination of yours that has hurt my clan so deeply, tell me your name, and then, die."

Sauerran used his last strength to spit out a mouthful of blood at the Scorched Wings, and roared at the top of his lungs:
"Shit, my name will only be spoken to my fellow countrymen, and to the tyrant, my name is slave! Remember, it was the lowly slaves who made you bleed! It was the ants in the mud pit who tore off your flesh and blood!!"

The murderous look in the legendary dragon's scarlet eyes suddenly increased, and he said angrily:

"The rude and unwise lower beings regard our rule as cruelty? Who knows what the dragon that came from the star sea to the mortal world has brought to you?! Do you think this can make you look noble! Do you want to pass it on to future generations?!"

The scorched wings gradually grew louder, and the dragon's angry voice echoed above the scorched ruins:

"I will kill all the compatriots you love! No one can remember your name! Your human existence is just a drop in the ocean and will surely perish over time! And only the great blood descendant of Xingyuan - our hon. The Dragon Clan is eternal! Even if time and space wash away and the world is overturned! There is no disobedience to this truth!"

"Those who are remembered by the true dragon are the ones who are truly imprinted in history. Since you idiot has rejected this honor, as you wish!"

"Erase all existence together!"

Enraged, Angry Wings chanted obscure dragon language at high speed.

The original dragon language was a voice from the other side of the starry sky. Even if the chanter was shaking with anger, it did not affect the ethereal and vast feeling of the chanting. But Westhead was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful connotation of the dragon language. He pricked up his ears desperately to catch the syllables of the chanting of Scorched Wings.

Then his whole body became bad.

"【Gather】【Pain】【Extinguish】【Bull】. Bull Demon Reward! Mixing so many real nouns! Is it that necessary?"

The power of the dragon clan is all-round and without blind spots, and in terms of spells, the advantage of the true dragon lies in [Dragon Singing], which can amplify, reconstruct and weave already powerful spells by extracting keywords. .

It's equivalent to using a modifier, that is, if you don't care about balance in stand-alone games, otherwise it will be ruined.

The Scorched Wings were obviously really angry, and they actually added so many true terms into it. This kind of consumption was unbearable even for the legendary dragon.

Yolda looked at Westhead's expression and couldn't help but ask:

"Brother, do you know what the spell is?"

"Stop asking! This is [Dragon Break]! Run!"

Westhead gave no explanation at all and gave the order directly. He did not even dare to think about how heaven-defying the spell chanted by Scorched Wings was.

Urda didn't hesitate at all. She just glanced at Lesia who was rushing here, gave the silver-haired dragon girl a look, and signaled her to leave together, then picked up Westhead and ran towards the outer circle.

The white-blond girl had swept a thousand meters away in a matter of seconds, and was already out of the scorched earth area.

But it was still a step too slow.

"Om-"

The sound of tinnitus shook the body, and the ears were filled with a sudden roar.

Then, all the sounds seemed to be taken away, and a strange dead silence filled the world.

Immediately afterwards, the light was taken away, as if the night suddenly enveloped it.

But this does not mean that Scorched Wings has really changed.

Rather, the light released by the legendary dragon from his fingertips was so bright that everything around him paled in comparison.

This terrifying prelude only lasted for a moment, but it gave people the illusion that time and space were frozen.

On a time scale that is almost imperceptible to humans, the entire ruins of the Resistance Army fortress were instantly enveloped in light.

"Boom——"

The sound was returned, and low crackling and tearing sounds swept across the earth with a vengeance like a violent wind.

Using Sauron's remains as the starting point, black and white magic waves spread out rapidly, crushing, annihilating, and shattering almost all matter!

This is not over yet. After the fluctuation of magic power, there are surging waves of fire. The crazy flames bite the remaining residue until the earth is turned into a boiling sea of ​​​​fire in the blink of an eye.

All those who were still on the scorched earth of the ruins, whether they were resistance fighters, Yonglan Knights, or a few other trialists, their movements were evaporated the moment the Scorch Wings spell was released.

Even Westhead and Urda, who were the first to run away, could not escape the devastating impact. The white-blond girl used all her strength to throw Westhead out at the last moment.

Westhead, who had suffered a little bit of the aftermath, plowed several hundred meters of ravines on the ground before he could stop.

(End of this chapter)