Black Dragon, starting from the feast

Chapter 74 I am the incarnation of death!

The system's voice sounded beside my ears.

"That's exactly what I meant." Simon looked at the soldiers attacking him from all around. He didn't feel any tension in his heart, but instead felt a little excited.

These are all clear experiences.

"Hahaha, the army of my Linn City is here, evil dragon, you are dead!" In front of Simon, the soldier in silver-white armor raised his head and howled.

Simon's expression turned cold: "Noisy."

Without saying a word, he slapped the silver-helmeted soldier into a pulp.

"Black Dragon, you don't keep your word!" The soldiers of the War Dragon Army were furious when they saw their soldiers being killed.

They pointed at Simon and cursed.

After hearing this, Simon just picked his ears with his fingers.

"I never said I would let him go as long as you collect the healing potion for me."

"Well, since you miss him so much, I'll take you to see him."

As he spoke, Simon took a step forward and rushed into the crowd.

It was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

Every time Simon swings his claws, someone will be torn into pieces of flesh; every time he swings his tail, someone will have broken bones and shattered internal organs and die on the spot!

The general strength of these soldiers is around the third level of extraordinary.

He is considered an elite among humans, but he is nothing in front of Simon.

Their attacks were so weak that they couldn't even break Simon's regrown scales.

The massacre began.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the earth was dyed red.

"stop!"

There was a shout from the distance.

Simon paused and looked away.

There came hundreds of magicians wearing robes and holding staffs.

They moved in unison and it was obvious that they were professionally trained soldiers.

The surviving soldiers of the War Dragon Army were overjoyed when they saw the newcomers.

"Great, it's someone from the Magic Group."

"The Magic Team, the Magic Team is here, we are saved!"

"The leader of the magic group is a sixth-level extraordinary magician. He is very powerful. With the assistance of those powerful magicians, even an eighth-level extraordinary warrior can fight against him. This evil dragon is doomed!"

The soldiers of the War Dragon Army laughed wildly.

Simon was speechless.

"No matter how powerful they are, they can't save you." Simon said, and killed several people.

"Evil dragon, how dare you!" The leader of the magic group was furious.

Simon sneered: "I will kill him, what can you do to me?"

As he spoke, Simon killed several more people.

This scene made the leader of the Magic Group's eyes bloodshot.

"Everyone, release your magic!" The magic leader raised the staff in his hand.

The magicians behind him also raised their staffs.

The scene of hundreds of magicians performing magic together was extremely spectacular.

Moreover, these magicians are different from those in the Magicians Association.

They are soldiers, and they require great coordination when performing magic.

Just like the War Dragon Army before, they used combat skills to enhance the leader's own strength.

After all, a seventh-level extraordinary expert is definitely stronger than a fifth-level extraordinary expert plus nearly a hundred second-level extraordinary experts.

The Magic Group's approach is somewhat similar to that of the War Dragon Army, but instead of strengthening the leader's strength, they cast magic together.

A powerful magic may not be cast by one person alone, but if it is dispersed and everyone uses a small part, they can eventually combine to form high-level magic.

"Eighth-level magic, Sky Sun Flame!"

The leader of the magic group shouted, and hundreds of magicians began to chant spells with the leader as the center.

The magic power turned into flames and rushed towards the leader.

As the team leader and a sixth-level extraordinary magician, he is naturally the leader of this magic.

This magic is the result of the hard work of the Magic Group.

With the strength of the sixth level, he was able to use magic as high as the eighth level. This was something that ordinary people could not do.

Magic power surged, and the flames quickly condensed into a fireball under the control of the leader, dazzling like the sun in the sky.

The scorching flames distorted the surrounding air.

Residents nearby who had not yet evacuated felt dry mouth and tongue, and the water in their bodies disappeared quickly.

This time, even Simon couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis: "It's actually eighth-level magic!"

Simon did not dare to be careless and immediately fought back: "Ancient Dragon Thunder Spear!"

Simon stood on his feet, raised his right hand high, with thunder wrapped around his wrist, and condensed into a spear in an instant.

As Simon's body grew, the Ancient Dragon Thunder Spear he used became even larger, more than fifty meters long.

It's like a pillar supporting the heaven and earth.

The lightning flashed from the spear, dazzling and intimidating, even more dazzling than the little sun of eighth-level magic in front of it.

At this time, the magic of the magic group was also condensed.

"Go to hell!" The leader of the magic group waved his staff, and the magic power pushed the fireball towards Simon.

Simon was not willing to be outdone and stabbed down with the huge spear in his hand.

The sharp tip of the thunder spear touched the fireball, the energy collided, and set off a terrifying storm.

The magicians of the magic group were weak to begin with, so how could they withstand the impact? They were blown away in an instant. Only the leader was still gritting his teeth and pushing the fireball.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Seeing this scene, Simon shook his head silently: "Sure enough, because the injury has not been fully recovered, the strength has been affected."

Simon is a seventh-level transcendent, and his strength is comparable to that of a ninth-level transcendent, but this is thanks to the combined effects of [Oppression] and [Feast], which allows him to not fear ninth-level strongmen.

The power of the [Ancient Dragon Thunder Spear] alone cannot be compared with the attack of the ninth level of transcendence, but even so, it will definitely not be weaker than the eighth level of magic.

Now, Simon can only draw, and the root cause is that Simon's injury has not fully recovered.

but……

Killing a sixth-level extraordinary magician, even with an injured body, is enough!

Simon's eyes focused, and he exerted all his strength, and the arm holding the Ancient Dragon Thunder Spear expanded twice.

The force increased and the fireball was punctured instantly.

The flames engulfed everything around them.

A huge lightning gun was inserted into the ground.

"boom!!!"

Thunder burst out and flames burned.

The huge noise shook the entire city of Lynn.

When the lightning gradually dissipated, the surroundings had already turned into ruins.

The flames continued to burn, leaving only corpses on the ground.

Only one black dragon still stands here, unshakable.

With the blood of the red dragon in his body, Simon is not afraid of fire. He just stands in the ruins and lets the flames burn him.

He brings fear.

Tyranny is his byword.

Wherever you go, not a blade of grass grows!

I am the embodiment of death!
The existence that was quietly watching all this in the dark was shocked.

"This black dragon is so powerful. It is still injured, but even the eighth-level magic is helpless against it."

"The lightning magic used by the black dragon looks so familiar..."

At this moment, a figure rushed into the air and shouted at Simon: "Evil dragon, return my daughter's life to me!"

(End of this chapter)