The situation developed too suddenly. Before Isius and the dragon could take action, hundreds of self-destructing balls gathered into a dark green wave and hit the dragon's wings.
"Death Knight?! Kaz, fly!"
In this tense moment, the fire dragon still did not respond to Isius's order. The giant beast's instinct made it sense the extreme danger and made another completely different reaction.
The dragon's tail, which was like a battering ram, was raised high, and then struck the ground with a loud bang, causing a roar that shook the earth. Then it swept away with the momentum, rolling up gravel several meters high and flying, crushing outward like a city wall.
"Bang-bang-bang!"
The surging self-destructing balls exploded in pieces, and there were dense and hoarse explosions. The sky was covered with acid mist mixed with sand and dust, blocking the sun. The zombie tide that could destroy an army was instantly thwarted by the power of the mythical creature.
“Not bad, but not enough!”
The command helmet worn by Griffith is sweeping the battlefield over and over again, summarizing environmental and biological signals to weave a dense web. In the center of the net is a giant dragon that is more than a hundred meters long. At the end of the net is the army of undead rolling in.
With the help of this powerful sealed object, he can understand every move of the giant beast and detect the subtleties of spiritual energy.
"I've already learned this trick!
"Take the attack, with a radius of three hundred meters, ten attacks from the Army of the Dead!"
Beamon, who appeared on the Odessa battlefield, used this kind of greeting to fight against large-scale attacks, and the results were astonishing. However, range attacks are meaningless if they cannot be sustained!
A second wave of living corpses emerged from the strong wind of sand and gravel - a dozen fat suture monsters rushed into the side of the giant dragon against the violent rain of sand and rocks.
Even though they were torn apart by the amount of rubble flying in the air, these huge corpse monsters still broke through the blockage.
The giant beast opened its dragon wings and swept towards the ant-like creature. This blow not only unleashed terrifying force, but also brought terrifying wind pressure. The moment the wings swept across, there was a shrill tearing sound in the air, and the wind blades emitted sonic booms, drawing an arc with the restraint as the center, and swept away like a sickle.
The Stitch Monster had already rushed nearby with the cover of wind and sand, but was killed head-on by the wind blade, and instantly exploded one after another. In the dim sky and earth, patches of black pus and blood bloomed one after another like petals.
Suddenly, the sea of black flowers that had just bloomed strangely bore fruit.
The bursting flesh of the Stitch Monster tore open from the inside out, and swarms of ghouls swarmed out of the black blood and rotten guts. They actually hid in the Stitch Monster's body beforehand, and only showed their dark fangs at the moment the host was destroyed!
They were extremely fast, leaping up along the dragon's wings, and then directly took the dragon's head. Even the mythical beasts instinctively want to get out of the way.
The fourth wave of assaults came immediately. The remaining self-destructing ball in Griffith's control took the opportunity to rush out and crashed into Longyi.
The goal of these two attacks was clearly to divert the fire dragon's attention and destroy the dragon's wings at the same time!
At this moment, Griffith suddenly felt something indescribable weirdness seeping into the air. Even with his current strength, he felt that there was an inescapable stagnation all over his body. The great fear, panic and despair almost turned into a noose, binding him layer by layer.
The indomitable tide of corpses was actually slowed down, and the undead army, which had no emotion of joy or sorrow, became momentarily sluggish!
"Hiss--li-li-li!"
The invisible cage was thrown down, carrying irresistible pressure, directly arousing the most primitive and inexplicable instinctive reaction of living creatures. This is the pressure of a superior species, the power of a dragon that orders all creatures to flee in fear!
All impacts were weakened by this crazy power. The ghouls closest to the dragon's head directly disconnected from Griffith and fell down like flies.
However, the tide of spherical zombies has become unstoppable. They were crushed by huge force and exploded on the spot.
"boom!"
First there was a continuous hoarse burst of acid, and the corrosive acid poured all over the dragon's wings. The huge wings that covered the sky were corroded and riddled with holes.
The fourth wave of attacks finally hurt the dragon.
At this moment, a hint of clarity flashed through those chaotic vertical pupils! The trauma suppressed the animal nature and began to restore Isius's will to intervene.
Griffith is destroying the dragon's ability to fly. No, he has the power of the Death Knight. What can he do with the addition of a dragon? ...Isius, who was far behind, began to arrive at any cost, and a piece of flesh and blood that had been injected into the fire dragon's body began to multiply and erode crazily, and even began to invade the fire dragon's brain, pouring more will and power into it.
The bestiality is weakened, replaced by more chaotic madness!
At this moment, Griffith clearly sensed a different kind of extraordinary characteristics emerging from the dragon's body. The tragic wounds on the dragon's wings actually began to heal, and they healed themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This kind of resilience and vitality even surpasses the limits of mythical creatures, and is as vast as the concept of life itself!
However, Griffith also saw that the dragon's vertical pupils were filled with increasingly intense chaos and agitation. The amazing self-healing ability is overwhelming its sanity. It's like two opposing people pushing and pulling each other.
Griffith had been observing the battle from a distance. The sharp gaze passed through the helmet's visor, like a scarlet moon passing over the surging tide of corpses, blocking out a lot of messy information, and getting the picture of psychic ripples and life breath presented in his mind.
That’s it, that’s it! ...The legendary dragon does not have such amazing self-healing abilities.
As a commander, Griffith still calmly and quickly made inferences after witnessing the astonishing supernatural mystery——
Corollary 1: Isius can reassemble and resurrect even if he is shattered into pieces; he may have some kind of core that can be controlled, otherwise countless fragments will compete for control of the body.
Corollary 2: There is a limit to the growth of Westeros Boy Soldiers and other hybrid experimental subjects. As failed experiments, how could they be abandoned even if they had some possibility of growing into top-level mythical creatures? Human flesh and blood has its limits unless it transcends humanity.
Corollary 3: Isius injects certain undead characteristics into the dragon's body. When necessary, it can corrode the target's mind and flesh, transforming it into a core similar to his own, giving it powerful self-healing; this is also the result of chaos. The reason why this experimental body has grown to this extent beyond expectations!
The above inferences are all based on the premise that this fire dragon was generated from a hybrid experimental body. The likelihood of anything else is so low that it's almost negligible.
It seems that Isius is desperate. If his dragon hides and waits for the two armies to confront each other, it can be the winner of the battle.
However, since he will use his trump card to attack Griffith now, it clearly means——
Corollary 4: After the previous battle, Isius was already in a desperate situation - the power gifted by God clearly came at a price; if he were defeated in this situation, Isius would not only lose the dragon. Also destroyed together may be his final retreat.
"Iseus, the traitor and murderer; the Westeros boy soldier, the abandoned tool and the wretch...
"Presumably, you all have reasons why you must fight on at all costs."
Griffith raised the blood thorn as high as a knight in the arena: "Then, let me crush your hopes with all my strength to express my greatest respect!
"Gulatoni, come forward!"
A bloody chain suddenly flashed out from the debris and slurry in the sky. The chains had barbs and spikes, roaring towards the dragon. This chain has a metallic luster, but it has a living aura like flesh and blood and tentacles.
Leading the fifth round of attacks was none other than the elite stitch monster "Butcher Gulatoni". Following Griffith's will, it led a dozen suture monsters to throw thick bone chains, projecting them from all sides, and the barb-shaped spikes locked the dragon's limbs and wings.
The dragon dances wildly. The power of the Stitch Monster could not hold back the violent dragon, but the dense roar like thunder had already penetrated the wall and pressed down on it.
The six-headed beasts were transformed through the gathered corpses. Under layers of cover, they sprayed three rounds of bone spurs with strong acid at the dragon!
The dragon sensed the threat and concentrated all its psychic energy to form a magic shield. As a powerful mythical creature, it is enough to create a barrier rivaling that of a demigod!
Most of the eighteen bone spurs smashed into the shield, and the rest were all broken off by the strong dragon scales.
However, among these eighteen bone spurs, there was clearly a spear that looked like red lightning.
A strong wind blew from the mountains, bringing with it the shrill wail of ghosts shattering and dying. The clouds passing across the sky were dyed blood red. In the dark, the cry and flapping of wings of a falcon came from the sky, followed by the roar of a falcon swooping down towards the earth!
In the end, the nineteenth spear penetrated the dragon's scales with one blow, and even penetrated into the flesh. The giant beast suddenly let out a shrill scream, and its whole body trembled violently. Immediately afterwards, its chest turned red like a furnace fire!
Dragon's breath, dragon's breath enough to melt steel!
"Ouch——!"
Rolling fire streams poured out like lava. The fire dragon rotated its body and poured deadly flames in a ring on the living corpses in all directions.
Whether it was a fat suture monster or a wild beast covered with hard chitin armor, they were all melted and burned in the flowing fire, leaving no trace of skin or flesh.
Griffith spent all his savings to form an army of undead creatures, and almost all of them were submerged in this terrifying dragon's breath.
However, this violent eruption is also very draining for the fire dragon, and it seems that it cannot be launched again in the short term. In addition, the strong dragon scales were also damaged and peeled off in the continuous attacks, exposing several shocking wounds.
"Retreat now, Kaz!"
Isius felt as if he was pressed under a mountain, his body and mind separated and ready to break at any time. He desperately called the fire dragon, trying to get it to withdraw from the battlefield.
The huge consumption should allow Kaz's consciousness to temporarily break away from the physical confinement of the fire dragon, emerge from the sea of beasts, and seem to be within reach. However, when we really want to touch it, it seems extremely far away...
"Kaz, answer me! We have to leave, we can't hand you over to the Death Knight! Do you hear me!?"
The battle to ambush Griffith was unsuccessful, but his undead army was almost wiped out. As long as Kaz retreats, it will be a tie; as long as Kaz returns to that place...
In the dark, a thought was finally touched and was responding. Isius was overjoyed.
"Kaz, answer me, hey! Do you hear me?"
The echo of that thought was getting closer and clearer, as if it was right in Isius' ears. This voice sounded so familiar, full of kindness and kindness:
"Hello,
"Kaz is not at home now. Do you want to leave a message?"
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