Because of its size, once an undead creature is bred from a dragon's corpse, its soul strength will be dozens to hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary undead creatures at the same level.
Just like a big bone, as a golden skeleton, it is much stronger than an ordinary golden skeleton. If it is pulled easily, others will fall apart.
The undead dragon in front of him was born from the dragon's corpse. His soul was so strong that he even had his own name - Dragon Soul.
If the dragon soul condenses into the dragon soul heart, its strength is likely to be hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary golden skeleton. This is a terrifying existence comparable to the Lord of Mourning.
The soul of Ange's body is definitely not as strong as that of the undead dragon, unless his body is moved here, so Ange raised his black crystal finger, and after being stirred up, his mental power turned into spiritual energy and struck the undead dragon's body.
The undead has no entity. Any directional attack can dodge the attack by spreading its body or spreading out the impact point of the attack. The dragon undead did the same.
But just when it thought that the spiritual contact would pass through the hole in the body, its forward momentum stalled.
Looking down, I saw that the front end of the spirit tentacles had turned into a large net and stuck to the 'under the ribs' part of its body.
People with weak spiritual power cannot see spiritual touch, and Lechner himself, who invented spiritual touch, cannot see it. However, the undead dragon can see it, which means that it has strong spiritual power.
However, it has obviously not been exposed to attacks like mental touch. It was a little surprised when it saw that it was stuck: "Huh?"
The spiritual touch contracted, and a strong force surged in, pulling it towards Ange at high speed, grabbing it and smashing it.
The undead dragon was a little stunned when he was hit to the ground for the first time. He reacted when he was hit for the second time. When he was swinging up to hit him for the third time, he waved his body, cutting off Ange's spiritual contact, and opened his mouth. Let out a roar of soul.
When a dragon soul whose soul is several times stronger than yours roars, the soul impact is like a huge wave, overwhelming the sea. The wave in front is enough to tear ordinary souls into pieces.
But the person opposite him was no ordinary person. Undead Dragon discovered that Ange, who was opposite him, just bowed up slightly and stood firmly to withstand the overwhelming soul impact.
The undead dragon felt that there seemed to be a huge black shadow behind Ange, a black shadow that was taller than the huge waves. The impact of his soul was like ripples blown by the breeze in front of the huge black shadow.
"Dazzled? Zaobada, you stayed up too late. You haven't slept for several years. You can't stay up like this anymore." The undead dragon muttered in his heart.
But no matter how he muttered, Ange steadily resisted the soul impact, then opened his mouth and let out his own roar.
"Zobada, Soul Shock Beam? When did you learn it?" Negris shouted in his heart in shock.
Some time ago, I was investigating the situation on the Hell Island and encountered an undead driving a hearse. The other party used the soul impact beam to blast out the soul impact in one beam, making the power of the soul impact more concentrated and more destructive.
This impressed Nigris deeply, because it was the only soul impact it had ever seen that had any change, just like other people's punches were fists, and its punches were awls.
The 'awl' pierced the dragon soul of the undead dragon, piercing his soul tightly.
Ange took the opportunity to raise his finger at him again, his spirit was triggered, he grabbed him and gave him a slap.
Every time I hit it, it was like using a wet sponge to touch the floor. When the sponge was picked up, the floor was already wet.
Where it was hit, there was a faint smell of death, which meant that the undead dragon had lost part of its body.
The undead dragon waved his hand, cutting off the spiritual contact, and backed away a little at a loss. He was already stunned.
As an undead dragon, he was very confident in his dragon soul. Even the scarecrow Wuga did not dare to enter his territory.
The Temple of Knowledge was obviously built by the king, so why did Wu Ga not dare to come in and only wandered outside? Because this is his territory.
But this guy who appeared out of nowhere not only has amazing attack methods, but he is also not inferior to him in soul competition. This is really like seeing the undead.
His retreat caused Ange to press in and the soul beam impacted! The scene repeated itself again, and Ange seemed to have remembered what Nigris taught him, 'catch him and hit him with a bang', and he caught him and hit him with a bang.
The undead dragon broke free, Ange attacked, and when he caught it, he smashed it with a bang. The undead dragon broke free again, and Ange attacked again. When he caught it again, he smashed it with a bang. The ground was smashed with dense, deathly points. Those are all stuck from the dragon undead.
Gray and the others were stunned. Tiguli looked at it and suddenly whispered: "Principal, are all the fights between you strong men so...weird?"
Gray said solemnly: "It's ugly. It looks like a gangster fighting, right? No, this is just a practical strategy between showing off skills and practicality. Although it is not cool, it makes full use of its own advantages. Get up, this is the real fight.”
Speaking of this, Gray said earnestly: "This is not an easy task. Practicality sometimes means ugly. There are no complicated chants, no unnecessary waste, and even the postures are not particular."
"I have seen some battle mages lie down on the ground to fight in order to reduce the visual area. If it is a short-sighted enemy, it is not easy to even lock eyes on him. To be honest, I can't do it. Sometimes I cast magic, and I will subconsciously pursue good looks, adults are too professional."
Anthony next to him blushed when he heard this. This was not a choice to show off his skills or practicality, but because the adults had no concept of whether it looked good or not. If it was effective, let alone lying down, Ange could remove his pelvis and fight again.
Faced with this gangster style of play, the undead dragon felt very uncomfortable, as if it was stuck to brown sugar and couldn't get rid of it.
He tried to distance himself and regroup, but with a Soul Shock Beam, the tentacles swung over and he couldn't close the distance at all.
And the impact of his soul was resisted by the other party with a slight bow. It was so damned, Ange's soul was obviously not as strong as his.
Even his ten souls couldn't figure it out. Ange's current consciousness was a projection, and with the body protecting him behind it, it was impossible to impact Ange's soul.
Unless he can instantly wipe out the soul of Ange's current body.
But if he knew about it, I'm afraid he would kneel down on the spot. The projection of the other world can withstand the impact of his soul. The other party is the immortal god!
After several rounds of repetition, the undead dragon became determined, and its body exploded into a cloud of smoke, which quickly rushed back.
Ange threw out two spiritual touches at the same time, and kept sticking a piece from the smoke. The undead has no entity, and no matter which piece is lost, it is part of his soul.
In this state of smoke, he had no way to deal with it, so he could only fly away cruelly.
Finally, after losing a large part of its body, the undead dragon exited the range of spiritual contact.
"Damn it, you all have to-" The smoke coalesced into a humanoid creature with wings on its back. Just as he was about to make some declaration angrily, a beam of light shot out, engulfing his body and knocking out the rest of his words. broken.
"Ouch!" The little angel waved her little hand and let out an excited cry. She finally got a chance. Just now, the undead dragon had been entangled by Ange and had no chance to take action.
The undead dragon screamed, and the holy light made him smoke. This kind of holy light that has collateral damage to undead creatures is one of the few attacks that can make a dead person feel pain. It is much more painful than cutting him into seventeen or eight sections.
The undead dragon was so angry that he opened his mouth and yelled at the little angel.
The little angel raised his hands in front of him, and a holy seal appeared in front of him, blocking the impact of the soul, boom! The holy seal was blasted into the little angel's body.
"Seal of Firmness!" Nigris shouted: "Quickly, pull her aside, don't let her fight with the undead dragon."
Ange tilted his head with a strange expression and stood still.
Soon Nigris knew why Ange didn't move. He saw the little angel suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils in his eyes turned into gold - the pupils of the Holy Spirit.
At this moment, there was no expression on her face, as if she had turned into a sculpture without any emotion - the fighting state of a battle angel.
The wings behind him also opened suddenly, and a pair of wings of light - the four-winged archangel - were sprayed out.
At the same time, the little angel held his hands empty, pulled up and down, and pulled out the archangel's staff.
Ange was projected here, and her strength is limited by the current body, but the little angel came from the original body. She is as strong as she is in the main plane here, and all Ange needs to do is to keep flowing. Just project strength to her.
The holy flame ignited on Ange's body, and a steady stream of holy power was projected to the little angel's body, brush! The third pair of wings also sprayed out - the six-winged archangel.
The Supreme Holy Spirit, loading completed.
The little angel pressed the archangel's staff with an expressionless expression and pushed it forward.
The holy light pierced the darkness and illuminated the dark cave.
The expression of the undead dragon changed dramatically, and he almost rolled to the side, but was still rubbed aside by the light beam, and half of its body was wiped away.
The light wings spurted out light, pushed the little angel and shot out, pressing down on the archangel's staff to strike at the undead dragon.
The Supreme Holy Spirit, the six-winged archangel, is a being who can stand up to Locke, the Lord of Mourning. Although the little angel has not yet reached that level, there is Ange.
The power projection could no longer keep up. Ange moved forward and a row of holy light missiles came out and shot after the little angel. However, they did not explode and instead merged into the little angel's body.
The little angel, whose strength had been replenished, used the Archangel's staff to chop out a sacred moon bud, even though he had just fired a big one.
The head of the Archangel's Staff is in the shape of two wings coming together, which is very fancy. Most people are reluctant to use it to chop things, but if they are willing, then it is a very handy axe.
The little angel only broke it once last time, but fortunately it was repaired by Duroken. This time, she poured the holy power into it in advance.
The Archangel's 'axe' split the undead dragon in half, and the place where they were separated was smoking.
After suffering heavy losses, the undead dragon no longer expanded as it had when it first rushed out, and its contracted form punched out.
There was a loud noise, and the little angel blocked his attack, but was still knocked back a few steps by him.
Just when the undead dragon was about to stop using those fancy tricks and seriously shrink his body to fight, something threw him again.
Looking down, I saw a spiritual touch.
"I'm carrying a baby——" Before the undead dragon could finish his words, he was grabbed by Ange and hit with a bang.
The undead dragon is going crazy. When it spreads out, it is defeated by the little angel. When it gathers, it is defeated by Ange. The soul shock cannot overcome Ange. He regrets extremely now that he should not have jumped out so rashly.
run! After struggling to distance themselves again, the undead dragon gritted its teeth, turned into a ball of smoke, and quickly disappeared into the air.
White light flashed, and Anthony held the papal scepter high. A flash of light illuminated the surrounding space and also illuminated a ball of 'qi', which had drifted towards the abyss.
Ange wiped out rows of holy light missiles and shot them after the ball of 'qi', exploding clouds of black smoke. The little angel also flashed a beam of light, creating a black smoke belt.
But the undead dragon seemed to have made up its mind, drifting forward regardless, and immediately rushed into the abyss.
At this moment, the big cat opened its mouth: "Ah——"
The undead dragon screamed in horror: "Ah-ah-ah-oh-oh-"
In this state, the big cat is the one who can restrain him the most. A fluctuation in the space can wear away a layer of his body, and even his screams are no longer coherent. It is really miserable.
As a last resort, he came back together and found that Ange's essence had stuck to him.
Caught him back and smashed him.
An undead dragon that was dozens or hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary skeleton was cut into a dying dragon soul, floating there miserably, with no fireworks even coming out.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's too miserable. What's your name?" Nigris asked with some sympathy.
Dragon Soul said nothing and resisted silently.
Nigris didn't care and asked another question: "Don't you know magic? Why do you, an undead, have to fight with them in close combat?"
I don't know if this question touched the sore point of the undead dragon, but he was beating and shouting: "I am a majestic black dragon, and my claws and claws are my sharpest weapons. I don't want those sticky magics!"
Nigris complained in understanding: "Yes, yes, I know you are a black dragon, but you are still so arrogant even after death, so you are the reincarnation of this dragon?"
As soon as he mentioned black dragons, Negris understood that among so many types of dragons, black dragons are the best at hand-to-hand combat. When they reach adulthood, they can reach more than fifty meters in length, and their shoulders are wide and their hands are long. They are similar to brass dragons. Little short hands are completely different.
Their super strong magic resistance and thick skin with hard scales allow them to carry the enemy's magic and blast them, and when they get close, they can tear any enemy to pieces with their claws. When encountering such a tough enemy, they are sometimes helpless.
But that was when he was alive, and he was still so stubborn even after he was dead. Only the black dragon could be so stubborn.
The petrified dragon tied by the chain is a black dragon. This dragon soul thinks that it is a black dragon. Is it an undead dragon that retains the memories of his life and was reincarnated?
Dragon Soul was silent for a while and said: "No."
"It's not reincarnation, you're just a black dragon?" Nigris said inexplicably.
It is not reincarnation. It has no inheritance relationship with the dragon corpse itself. It is essentially just a powerful undead dragon soul. What does it have to do with the black dragon.
Nigris' words obviously touched the pain point of Dragon Soul again. He raised his dragon head angrily and roared: "You damn embryo dragon, you are a bastard brass dragon."
"Okay, okay, I'm a shitty brass dragon." Nigris was very patient with this undead dragon, as if he was looking at a stubborn junior: "You are so stubborn even after death, I don't believe you even if you say you are not a black dragon. , if you like melee combat so much, why don't you reincarnate as the Black Warrior?"
The undead dragon said angrily: "Do you want to tease me? Even the immortal king can't figure out this legendary secret method of reincarnation. Where can I reincarnate?"
"Well, you haven't seen the Reincarnation Altar, have you?" Speaking of the Black Warrior, the former Black Warrior Emperor Anthony couldn't help it. He invented the Reincarnation Altar that can reincarnate the Black Warrior.
"No, how can the reincarnation altar reincarnate as a black warrior? You can kill or chop them as you please, don't tease me!" Dragon Soul roared angrily. If he couldn't beat these guys in front of him, he would definitely jump out and beat them up.
Anthony said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I happen to know the secret method to reincarnate as a black warrior, Dragon Soul Warrior? It's exciting just thinking about it. Do you want to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Warrior and use your minions to your heart's content?"
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