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 instinct of the giant beast 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 along the momentum, rolling up gravel several meters high and flying, crushing outward like a city wall.
"Bang-bang-bang!"
The surging self-destructing balls burst into pieces, and there were dense and hoarse explosions. The sky was filled with acid mist mixed with sand and dust, blocking the sun. The tide of corpses that could destroy an army was instantly defeated 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 the environment and biological signals, and weaving a dense net. The center of the net is a giant dragon that is more than a hundred meters long, and the end of the net is Gungun.
The undead army is coming.
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 amazing. 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 a terrifying force, but also brought terrifying wind pressure. The moment the wings swept across, a shrill tearing sound arose in the air.
The wind blades emitted sonic booms, drawing arcs with the constraint as the center, and swept away like a sickle.
The Stitch Monster had already rushed nearby under the cover of the 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 exploding flesh and blood of the Stitch Monster tore open from the inside out, and swarms of ghouls swarmed out of the black blood and rotten intestines. They had actually been hiding in the Stitch Monster's body beforehand, and only emerged at the moment when the host was destroyed.
Fangs of darkness!
They were extremely fast, leaping up along the dragon's wings, and then going straight for the dragon's head. Even the giant beasts in myths instinctively wanted to get out of the way.
The fourth wave of attacks came immediately. The remaining self-destructing balls controlled by Griffith took the opportunity to rush out and crashed into the dragon wing.
The goal of these two attacks was clearly to divert the attention of the fire dragon and destroy the dragon's wings at the same time!
At this moment, Griffith suddenly felt some indescribable weirdness seeping into the air. Even with his current strength, he felt an inescapable stagnation all over his body, great fear, panic and
Despair almost turned into a noose, binding it layer upon layer.
The indomitable tide of corpses was actually slowed down, and the undead army without emotions of joy and sorrow suddenly became sluggish for a moment!
"Hiss--li-li-li!"
The invisible cage is thrown down with irresistible pressure, which directly evokes the most primitive and inexplicable instinctive reaction of living things. This is the pressure of a superior species, and the power of the dragon that orders all living things 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 was unstoppable. They were crushed by the 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 and the sun were corroded and riddled with holes.
The fourth wave of attacks finally hurt the dragon.
At this moment, a bit 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 a death knight. What can he do with another dragon?...Isius, who is far behind, begins to come at any cost, and injects the fire dragon in advance.
The flesh and blood in the body began to multiply wildly, erode, 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 more and more intense chaos and agitation. The amazing self-healing ability was madly overdrawing its reason. It was as if two opposing people were pushing each other.
Push, pull.
Griffith has been observing the battle situation from a distance. His sharp eyes passed through the visor of his helmet, like a scarlet moon passing through the surging tide of corpses, blocking out a lot of messy information and getting the spiritual thoughts presented in his mind.
A sight that ripples and breathes life.
So that's it, that's it!... The legendary dragons don't 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, even if they have some possibility of growing into top mythical creatures, how can they be abandoned? Human flesh and blood
There is a limit, unless it transcends human beings.
Corollary three: Isius injects certain undead characteristics into the dragon's body. When necessary, it can erode the target's mind and flesh, transform it into a core similar to his own, and grant powerful self-healing; this is also the result of confusion.
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. Other than that, the possibility is too low and can almost be ignored.
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 obviously came at a price; if he were defeated in this situation, Isius would lose not only 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 blood-colored chain suddenly flashed out from the debris and slurry in the sky. There were barbs and sharp cones on the chain, roaring towards the dragon. This chain had a metallic luster, but it had a living aura like flesh and blood and tentacles.
The leader of the fifth round of attacks was none other than the elite suture monster "Butcher Gulatoni". Following Griffith's will, it led a dozen suture monsters to throw thick bone chains, projecting them from all sides in the shape of barbs.
The spikes locked the dragon's limbs and wings.
The giant dragon danced wildly. The strength of the Stitch Monster could not hold back the violent dragon, but the dense thunderous roar had already penetrated the wall and pressed down on it.
The six wild 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 magical shield. As a powerful mythical creature, it was enough to create a barrier that rivaled 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, carrying the screams of ghosts breaking and dying. The clouds passing through the sky were dyed blood red. In the dark, the cry and flapping of wings of falcons came from the sky, and then towards the earth
The swooping roar!
In the end, the nineteenth spear penetrated the dragon's scales with one blow, and even penetrated into the flesh and blood. The giant beast suddenly let out a shrill scream, and its whole body trembled violently. Then, its chest turned red like a furnace fire!
Dragon's breath, dragon's breath enough to melt steel!
"Ouch——!"
Rolling fire poured out like lava. The fire dragon rotated its body, pouring 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 all melted and burned in the flowing fire, leaving no trace of skin or flesh.
Griffith spent all his savings to build an army of undead creatures, and almost all of them were drowned in this terrifying dragon's breath.
However, this violent eruption was also very draining for the fire dragon, and it seemed that it would not be able to activate again in a short time. In addition, the strong dragon scales were also damaged and peeled off during 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 could 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 escape the physical confinement of the fire dragon, emerge from the sea of beasts, and seem to be within reach. However, when it is really necessary to reach it, it seems to be extremely far away...
"Kaz, answer me! We must leave, we cannot 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 idea is getting closer and closer, becoming clearer, as if it is in Isius's ear. The voice sounds so familiar, full of kindness and kindness:
"Hello,
"Kaz is not at home now. Do you want to leave a message?"