"Moradin's beard is up there..."

While the dwarf exclaimed, the figure of the Goddess also hit the ground. Lancelot still remembered the scene when he threw out the super bomb made by Cassalia and Goblin Phil. At that time, the explosive of more than 200 pounds had a radius of

All living creatures within fifty feet were torn into pieces, and the sound of Georgard landing on the ground at this moment was no less impressive in comparison.

At the same time as he fell to the ground, the Goddess hit the ground with his war hammer, and golden arcs shot out from the hammer head, spreading around like the shock wave of an explosion. All the enemies around him were electrocuted into a piece of charcoal (except for the one who was there at the beginning)

The unlucky guy who was smashed into a pulp by a hammer), and those who were further away were also electrocuted and unable to move.

The Godborn killed five frost giants on the spot with this blow and incapacitated another fifty enemies. On the fierce battlefield, incapacitation and being killed were a simple cause-and-effect relationship. Georgad

Apparently he was also very satisfied with his victory. With a hearty laugh, he once again jumped into the sky like a bird and fell towards another densely populated area in the enemy's formation.

"Is this the strength of a true god?" Karalin murmured, "It's just playing..."

The Godborn fell into the enemy camp again, triggering another arc explosion. If you only look at the numbers, the frost giants loyal to the Abyss Lord have a considerable advantage. Unfortunately, war is never a simple increase or decrease in numbers, and even if they have nothing to do with combat,

Even the knowledgeable Karalin could see that if Georgard jumped like this a few more times, the abyss lord's minions would completely collapse.

There was a deafening dragon roar above everyone's heads that could not be described in human monosyllabic language. Slavnir finally couldn't hold it back any longer. The white dragon jumped down from the balcony of the suspended fortress, and its huge figure quickly passed by.

In the sky of the battlefield, a cone-shaped white dragon's breath was sprayed at the enemy below.

As an ancient white dragon and the mount (and pet) of an abyss lord, Slavnir's strength cannot be underestimated. In serving Kostchurch, its breath is no longer ordinary.

The white dragon's energy flow of freezing cold power is a more evil and direct death frost.

A large number of frost giants who were originally almost immune to freezing damage were instantly turned into corpses under the breath of the ancient white dragon. The fire of life in their bodies was completely extinguished, and they did not even have time to utter a mournful cry. Swavnir was satisfied.

Looking at the results of his victory, he habitually planned to fly upward, waiting for his stomach to become full again.

However, a figure suddenly flew up from the ground and quickly approached the white dragon. It was the divine brother Jorgad. The previous two falling attacks could be explained by jumping, but at this moment he was flying - without the help of wings or anything like that.

Instead of using his limbs to fly in the air under the influence of magic or divine power. Although it can be seen that his flying skills are obviously not as good as those of White Dragon, it is enough to offset the latter's maneuverability advantage.

"Finally moved away, you maggot with wings!" Georgard chased behind the white dragon, and the golden javelin began to condense in his hand, "Try this!"

Although the power of the Goddess seems to exceed that of the White Dragon, the latter has rich experience and excellent instincts in combat. The moment Gordorgad threw the spear, Slavnir avoided it with a violent change of direction.

He threw his lightning spear, swung his body at the same time, and fiercely whipped his crocodile-like tail covered with hard scales towards the god.

Georgader didn't expect this blow at all. He was whipped in the air and turned somersaults seven or eight times before he could stabilize his body. A huge blood mark appeared from his back to his waist. And the ancient white dragon, like

Like all predators, they didn't give their opponents a chance to breathe, and pounced towards the god like a flying shark.

"action!"

Lancelot threw the dimensional bag to the ground fiercely, and at the same time took out the transformation ring from his arms and put it on his index finger. When a beauty that could make any adult human (regardless of gender) appear on the spot, his partner behind him

They had all slipped into the dimensional bag. He grabbed the bag in his hand, then flapped his wings and flew towards the glacier fortress above, carefully hiding his figure in the shadow of the mountain peak.

Thousands of feet away from him in the air, the Titans and the ancient white dragons were wrestling together. That scene once again reminded Lancelot of some memories that did not belong to him. Countless centuries ago, giants and dragons were fighting each other.

What later generations call the Thousand Years War broke out. At that time, giants and dragons fought in every corner of the sky, the earth, and the ocean. This kind of scene of titans fighting ancient dragons can be seen everywhere.

Georgard swung the hammer at the last moment, knocking away the dragon claw that was about to touch his body, and at the same time distanced himself from the white dragon. He also recalled many memories of fighting with dragons, and a handle appeared in his hand again.

The lightning spear pierced Swavnir's back hard.

This time he didn't miss, but his luck was not good. He happened to hit some of the hardest scales on the dragon's back and failed to break the white dragon's defense. Slavnir let out a cry of pain and once again used a fierce

He moved to throw out his tail, but this time Georgard, who was on guard, got out of the way in advance.

It will take a while for the battle between the god and the dragon to be decided, but Lancelot, who has transformed into a succubus, has already flown outside the entrance of the glacier fortress. The hundred-foot-square balcony at his feet is where the ancient white dragon has been lying recently.

place, and ahead is Kostchichi's lair - a fortress made entirely of ice.

This was not the first time that Lancelot stood in front of an abyss lord's lair, but compared to the Demon Mother's Bone Fortress, the Angry Prince's Glacier Fortress was much shabby: in various senses, it was just an internal castle.

There are many cracks on the surface of the large hollowed-out ice cube that can be seen at such a close distance, which makes people wonder if the cave owner had the habit of smashing furniture when he was angry.

But now that the owner was not at home, and the vicious dog guarding the door was lured away, Lancelot took off his transformation ring and rushed towards the entrance of the fortress. But he was forced to stop just after he ran halfway across the platform.

Footsteps, because a group of guards were walking out of the fortress and bumped into Lancelot.

Among the people who came out were three strange-looking frost giants. Their bright blue beards and hair were carefully turned into long whips, with human or other humanoid bones tied to the ends. Their eyes were dark purple.

sclera, and bright white pupils that are much smaller than normal.

These frost giants all wore breastplates made of metal, but they did not hold any weapons in their hands. Instead, they each held a monster as big as a tiger. These monsters had bodies like hyenas and four hooves like deer.

and extremely unsettling, humanoid heads. Their

The mouth has at least three times the number of teeth as a normal person, and the body exudes a stench that can be smelled dozens of feet away. The stench reminded Lancelot of being in the blood and feces in midsummer.
Chapter completed!