I just covet their strength

Chapter 81 Extremely crazy and extremely domineering
"Shoot-"

Accompanied by a hearty tearing feeling, the [Spear of Sunshine] held by Lesia in both hands cut open the large scales on Scorch Wing's chest, and the scorching dragon's blood spread into the sky.

The sword and gun broke directly wherever they passed, and the strong shock wave hit the body of Scorched Wings like a giant hammer of wind before the gun tip actually arrived.

The sword and spear filled with thunder and light vibrated rapidly, emitting a scream that was louder than the thunder. The harsh sound waves even caused the space to vibrate violently.

Lines of shining gold and azure spread in all directions. These fluctuations composed of cold magic power were like solid gun winds, driving an endless storm and counterattacking towards the Scorched Wings.

The huge size of the dragons, which are tens to hundreds of meters long, gives them strong physical strength and magic power accumulation, but it also makes the dragons unable to dodge this overwhelming air blade attack.

The dragon wings that covered the sky and sun were also broken under the load. For the dragon clan, the wings were their pride, and having their wings broken was a humiliation that life could not bear.

"boom--"

The huge body of Scorched Wings began to fall freely, roaring and making angry howls. The dragon language spells chanted in his mouth were also chaotic, and all kinds of spells were scattered everywhere.

Under such turbulence, even Westhead, who inserted the silver sword into the dragon's back and held the hilt tightly, could no longer hold on, and was knocked away by the turbulence.

Westhead hit the ground first, and without even taking a breath, he ran away immediately, because just a moment later, the huge body of the legendary dragon also crashed down.

"Boom-"

With the sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the remains of Scorched Wings crashed into the giant pit he had made with his own hands.

The extremely large and heavy body fell freely to the ground, and the damage caused by gravity undoubtedly shattered the dragon's internal organs, but this was not enough to make the Scorched Wings lose its fighting ability.

The legendary dragon quickly got up. He was more concerned about his broken dragon wings than the damage caused by the fall.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Just by glancing at it with the corner of his scarlet vertical pupils, Scorched Wings was on the verge of collapse and let out a roar that shook the atmosphere.

After mourning, the Scorched Wings stared at Lesia who also dispersed the light wings and landed on the ground:

"You... you are not a pure-blood dragon?! If you were a pure-blood, you would not be able to maintain your dragon form. So that's how it is, bastard, you actually broke my wings! Bastard! How can you use the power of the God Ancestor?"

Hearing the familiar words from the anxious wing, the silver-haired dragon girl actually smiled:

"Ah, yes, I am a bastard, I am a bastard!"

Lesia stretched out her hand again and held the golden [Sunshine Spear] in her hand:
"And you will be killed by the bastards."

The Scorched Wings smiled back in anger, clasped their claws on the rock wall of the giant pit, raised their heads and said:
"Hahahaha, let's try it. Whoever kills whom!"

Even if his condition is extremely bad and he has never suffered such a serious injury in thousands of years, the most rational thing to do is to turn around and run away. As long as Lesia's prime period is exhausted, victory is still in his hands.

But the pride of the Dragon Clan does not allow him to do this! Scorched Wings would rather die in battle than endure the humiliation of running away in front of a weakling!
"Boom bang bang-"

Lesia and Scorched Wings acted almost at the same time. Both sides gave up aerial combat and engaged in the purest hand-to-hand combat on the ground.

The legendary dragon no longer chants fancy dragon language spells, and his remaining reason does not allow him to think about any tactics.

It's so hard to punch!

Before, Scorched Wings wanted to pull Lecia away and try to avoid losing his own money to defeat the opponent, but now he became angry and learned that Lesia was not a true dragon. The legendary true dragon no longer cared about anything.

Use the difference in size to crush the dragonborn bastard! It doesn't matter even if you torture yourself half to death!
Every collision and confrontation between the two sides would create extremely exaggerated air waves. Even Westhead on the side could not stabilize his body and was thrown away.

The compression shock visible to the naked eye spreads in circles, and the posture of the Scorched Wings opens and closes, as fast as lightning, and moves like a mountain collapse!

Sweep with the dragon's tail, slap with the sharp claws, and pierce with the giant jaws!
And Lesia, who seemed to be acting like a chariot, was able to squeeze out the last bit of physical energy and use Long Lei's restraint to deal with it.

But in an instant, with the dull sound of blows, the surrounding environment began to be crazily destroyed.

The earth is gravel at their mercy! Shape and destroy at will.

Extremely crazy! Extremely domineering!

What the hell! What else can stop these two demon gods?
There's nothing else that can stop you! !

Even though he had lost the qualification to participate in the battle, and the effect of Mivana's essence and blood was gradually fading, Westhead still stayed as close to the edge of the battlefield as possible, looking at the battle that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and laughed:

"Good, good, good! This is the battle of the legendary dragon. Such a hearty fight can only be seen in the secret realm trial. This is what I want to see!"

Westhead was not simply filled with emotion and admiration, but also stared at the details of the battle with bloodshot eyes.

This is valuable combat experience. Lesia is really a born strong person. Even if she masters the power for the first time, she can use it as skillfully as if she has been immersed in it for decades. She is no match for a thousand-year-old dragon. up and down!

Westhead does not have this talent, so he can only make up for his shortcomings with hard work. Now he should gain more experience and wait for the future.
I won't sit idly by and let Glory get away!

Pure hand-to-hand combat and killing have no skills at all, and they only rely on bravery and perseverance.

Both Lesia and Scorched Wings were exhausted after the continuous battle, but even so, their confrontation was still terrifying and terrifying.

The shocks aroused every time were enough to deter any clown who wanted to join the battle without knowing his own strength. Time passed by little by little, and everyone, whether inside or outside the secret realm, was watching the rare bloody battle between dragons intently.

The battle situation also became clear amidst the roars of the giant dragon.

With the Scorch Wing's hot blood that could melt steel spurting out, the legendary dragon's hind limbs were penetrated, its front claws were cut off, its flanks were torn apart, and even half of its head was blown away.

True red embers mixed with blood flowed down, like a volcano erupting.

Lesia's condition is not much better than that of Scorched Wings, although from the outside, she does not seem to be injured, but she is silently bombarding the legendary dragon with her fists, swords and guns.

With every attack, the silver-haired dragon girl's seemingly fragile arms would be shattered and then fly backwards.

But in the blink of an eye, her injuries recovered and she continued to sprint towards the dragon.

It goes round and round, endlessly.

In the girl's remaining eye, there was no feeling of the heart-wrenching pain, but only unwavering faith.

The Scorchwing's cruelty must be killed.

This made the legendary true dragon feel collapsed and frightened. Scorched Wings shook his head and shouted:

"Why. Why can a mere bastard do this?!"

"Why don't you fall down!! Why can you still stand up!!"

"Boom-"

Finally, they collided again. The scarred Scorched Wings staggered back a few steps. The dragon, which was like a mountain of obsidian, let out a suffocating cry and fell to the ground.

Without any hesitation, Lesia picked up the [Spear of Sunshine] and jumped onto the giant dragon. She stepped on the Scorched Wing's separated head and raised the pure dragon thunder, accumulating energy with unprecedented intensity.

will die!

He will definitely die!

Just feeling the dragon thunder condensed to the extreme in Lesia's palm made Anxious Wing feel despair.

No way to counter, no way to escape.

The legendary dragon who has lived for thousands of years is clearly aware that his life is about to end. The anxious wing is not afraid of death. He has the consciousness to fight and die for the dragon clan and the ancestor of the gods at any time.

What confused him was
"What the hell did I do, bastard?"

"What makes you hate me so much?!"

He used his last strength to utter a hoarse question, and the scarlet dragon eyes of the Scorched Wings stared at Lesia.

At this moment, looking at the dragon's eyes with extreme reluctance and disbelief, the silver-haired dragon girl finally spoke.

"I don't hate you, not at all."

"I only hate the unfair fate towards me and my powerlessness. All I do is to protect my treasure and take back my future."

The accumulation of pure dragon thunder reached its limit at this moment, and the dazzling brilliance was restrained in the palm of his hand after raging wildly.

Lesia stabbed it into Scorched Wing's head.

"Pfft-"

It went more smoothly than expected, with no obstacles or counterattacks. The already exhausted Anxious Wings could only watch as Lesia made a fatal blow.

As for the incredible vitality of the legendary level?
Sorry, it is something that can be ignored under the true damage critical hit of Pure Dragon Thunder.

The [Sunshine Spear] penetrated the Scorched Wings, and the latter's body showed a final instinctive twitch, and the dragon beast raised its head high and let out a final neigh.

"Buzz-"

The indescribable sound of sorrow instigated the eardrums and pierced the scalp. After continuing for a few breaths, the sound of sorrow stopped, and even the dragon's power when the legendary dragon entered the battle state also stopped.

The world became silent.

There were no spells that could destroy heaven and earth at every turn, there were no battles that shook mountains and rocks, and except for the hot dragon's blood that was still flowing after Scorched Wings fell to the ground, everything became extremely silent.

"Haha. Hahaha! We win! We win!"

Westhead looked at the silver-haired figure standing on the dragon corpse. He was stunned for a moment, and then clapped his hands ecstatically.

Even though he personally made the dragon-slaying plan and was sure that it was possible to implement it, the moment he actually did it, it still felt like a dream.

Although the process has some twists and turns, the final outcome is still perfect!

(End of this chapter)