blogombal Chapter 111 Resurrection Coin, Kid
Chapter 111 Resurrection Coin, Kid
Chapter 111 Resurrection Coin, Kid
My sense of impending crisis reached its peak, and my heart started pounding faster.
Modi sensed that three different crises were approaching him.
Firstly, it came from the black dragon that acted first; its acid sprayed everywhere, followed by sharp claws that gleamed with an ominous purple light.
Secondly, the green dragon that followed closely behind spewed out corrosive gases mixed with acid, almost turning the sky green.
Finally, there is another path leading to the back slope of Winter's Throat, where an enemy he has not yet discovered must be lurking.
His heart was pounding so hard that even Elena could hear it.
She tightened her smooth, divine leather coat, her dragon roar poised to erupt.
Modi activated the Styx River, which transformed into a blood lake, swallowing up all the acidic liquid and completely covering his body, leaving no trace.
He quietly gripped the spiral spear with one hand, crimson plague energy surging, and the spear tip glowing with a blood-red light.
Two dragon claws covered in scales tore open the lake of blood, and a black dragon swooped down straight down.
Excitement and greed flashed in its eyes, as if it could already see the enemy's end. The dragon's head was wide open, about to take a bite.
Just before the dragon's fangs actually bit into flesh, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out.
"*Dragon Language [Mind Shock]*"
Elena ripped off the divine leather coat, draped it over herself, and spoke in dragon language.
The roar struck the black dragon precisely, causing it to abruptly stop moving. Its enormous eyes were filled with confusion and fear, but its mouth remained wide open.
Do you know how fish is skewered when barbecuing?
Modi seized the opportunity, and all three dragon heads smiled at the same time, sending their spears into the black dragon's mouth.
It travels down the mouth, into the throat, along the esophagus, and pierces the internal organs.
He gripped the dragon-hunting spear with both hands, twisted it forcefully, and then pulled it out.
The bloody entrails were pulled out and hung on the spiral structure of the Dragon Slayer Gun, making it look like a blood-red Christmas tree.
Intense pain shot from the nerves to the brain, and the black dragon's roar echoed through the sky.
The deadly blood plague did not leave with the spear, but remained within its body, determined to possess everything the dragon had.
"Tanaste!"
The green dragon, following closely behind the black dragon, widened its eyes and called out the black dragon's name, but it was too late to rescue its teammate; it had even been targeted by the enemy itself.
Elena stood on the dragon's back, one hand gripping a protruding bone spike, her divine leather coat fluttering in the wind.
She hadn't recovered from the energy depleted by her previous dragon roar, but she roared again without hesitation.
"*Dragon Language [Freeze/Freeze]*"
The green dragon froze in place, neither continuing its descent nor making any other movements.
Modi seized the opportunity to pursue, and the blood pool above his head condensed into a blood-transforming divine blade, which he slashed at the immobilized green dragon.
A flash of blood appeared, and a line of blood appeared on the green dragon's abdomen. The dragon's blood spurted out and splashed onto the ground. Its intestines were also hanging in the air, looking extremely gruesome.
Like the black dragon, it too could not escape being infected by the blood plague.
Even though the two attacking dragons were rendered incapacitated, Mordi's sense of crisis did not diminish; instead, it reached a new peak.
Even though he remained vigilant, he couldn't pinpoint the source of the crisis.
He didn't react until a flash of black light appeared, until a sharp arrow, specially crafted for slaying dragons, pierced his scales and penetrated his flesh.
The excruciating pain nearly overwhelmed his reason, and he gritted his teeth as he uttered the name of the arrow.
"Dragon-Slaying Black Arrow"
As far as he knew, there weren't many dragon-hunting weapons that had survived to this day, and the only one that matched the characteristics of black light and sharp arrows was the Dragon-Slaying Black Arrow.
If he remembered correctly, this thing should be in the hands of a rebellious lord.
That lord must be... "Lord Red Eagle!"
Within the blood pool, the thirty-six blood shadows shattered instantly, barely halting the advance of the black arrows.
In other words, this one arrow cost Modi thirty-six lives.
It caused more damage than all five dragons combined.
If it weren't for Blood Shadow, that arrow would have pierced his heart long ago.
Even if he has a strong recovery ability, once his heart and brain are damaged by the Dragon Hunter weapon, he will only face death.
Because this is a weapon designed for dragon hunting, all the concepts of dragon slaying are inscribed on it.
Almost instantly, through the shared vision of the Eye of Winter, Mordi spotted the army hidden on the gentle slope.
"Bomb that place flat!"
Upon receiving his order, the demon soldiers on the position closest to that gentle slope turned their cannons around without hesitation.
With the roar of cannons, Dragonfire shells crashed into the Red Eagle Lord's army, instantly killing many.
The Red Eagle Lord, who was leading the army, changed his expression, not because of the artillery fire raining down on them, but because of the three-headed dragon that was alive and well in the sky.
"How come he's not dead? How could he not be dead? What gives him the right to be alive?!"
He gritted his teeth, took out the second dragon-slaying black arrow, and was about to draw his bow and nock the arrow for the second time.
A shell suddenly fell beside him, blasting him to pieces.
"Cough cough, sir, are you alright?" The confidant quickly pulled him up, but before he could even check on him, he had already developed a fever.
"Ah! What kind of fire is this?"
No matter how much the confidant rolled around, even throwing himself into a snowdrift, he couldn't extinguish the flames on his body.
The Red Eagle Lord saw that blood-red, blue, and green flames were burning fiercely on his confidant, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
From the crater, elemental life forms he had never seen before crawled out. Without a second thought, they spewed tricolored flames and began slaughtering the surrounding soldiers.
?
...Retreat! Retreat!
Damn dragons! If he had known Winter's Throat was this strange, he wouldn't have come no matter what price they offered.
Now things are really messed up; not only has one of the dragon-slaying black arrows been wasted, but a large number of elite soldiers have also been lost.
The thought of the three-headed dragons soaring in the sky, and the cannons on Winter's Throat that seemed to be ancient creations, filled Lord Red Eagle with dread.
"No, the Frost Clan Lord is too much of a threat. We must make this information public when we get back, and it would be best if we could deal with him together with the other lords."
There was no such person as Lord Frosthill before, but after this battle, regardless of whether he existed before, he must insist that he did.
"Gone?" Modi glanced at the retreating Red Eagle Lord out of the corner of his eye. "You can run away, but you can't hide. Red Eagle, I'll remember that."
Right now, we still need to deal with the remaining two dragons.
The black dragon and the green dragon had been completely infected by the blood plague, becoming two zombie dragons, and joined his ranks.
The already severely injured Red Dragon was caught off guard and was killed by Elena's sudden attack, his head severed from his body.
Only one blue dragon and one lead-gray giant dragon remained on the field.
"You are surrounded. Be smart and surrender to me immediately."
Greroc was covered in wounds, his dragon wings were torn in several places, and his scales were no longer the leaden gray they once were, but were covered with crisscrossing arcs of electricity and frost marks.
"If we surrender, will you spare our lives?" He narrowed his eyes, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"Of course, as long as you sincerely surrender."
Modi grinned, his words full of sincerity.
"Grerok, are you out of your mind? You actually believe him?"
Blue Dragon said with a look of disappointment, glancing warily at Elena standing on the cyborg dragon, a sneer on his face.
"There's a genuine dragonborn here. If you surrender, they might kill you while you're asleep and drain your dragon soul."
Speaking of the Dragonborn, the Blue Dragon was filled with regret.
Now it realized that the true form of the Dragonborn was not the three-headed freak in front of it, but the human-looking woman.
"No wonder this freak has never used the Dragon Shout even once; it turns out he simply doesn't know how."
After being reminded by the blue dragon, Greroc dispelled his last bit of hesitation and completely shed his fickle nature.
Modi felt it was a great pity that his true intentions had been seen through by Lao Long.
The Dragon Slayer Gun unleashed a burst of lightning, and the two zombie dragons roared in unison.
Mordi faced the blue dragon alone, while Elena, along with her two newly recruited henchmen, blocked Greroc.
"You wicked dragon, all your accomplices have been executed. If you know what's good for you, quickly raise your hands and expose your belly, and perhaps I'll spare your life!"
The River Styx surged with towering waves, and streaks of blood appeared on the surface, instantly changing their form and riding the waves toward the blue dragon.
Looking at the men, women, and children of varying strengths, Blue Dragon revealed a look of apprehension.
These strange creatures formed from blood shadows range in size from a single seal to five seals, and even the most knowledgeable creatures cannot discern their origins.
"Never mind, let's deal with them first." The blue dragon took a deep breath and spoke in dragon language.
A magical storm arose out of nowhere, blotting out the sky and turning it an ominous purple.
This strange celestial phenomenon could be clearly seen even in towns a hundred miles away from the Throat of Winter.
The magical vortex blocked all prying eyes, and even the cadres inside the Throat of Winter could not observe the battlefield through the Eye of Winter.
Until the magic storm dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of purple mist in the sky,
The cadres on the ground finally learned about the situation on the battlefield, and when they saw the images on the screen, they all froze in place.
Elena's side, having outnumbered the enemy, won the battle without any suspense.
The lead-grey dragon Greyrock was beheaded, its lifeless eyes staring out, and from a distance, it resembled a desolate, protruding rocky mountain.
Meanwhile, the battle situation on Modi's side was far more brutal.
Almost every part of the two dragons was intact.
Modi tore apart the blue dragon's wings, plunged the thick dragon-hunting spear into its body, and cleaved its chest and abdomen with his dragon claws, reaching deep inside to vaguely grasp a heart.
However, he himself was also in a bad state; two of the three dragon heads had broken off, and the third one had a huge crack.
It was just a hair's breadth away from being uprooted by the Blue Dragon.
"Why aren't you dead yet?" Blue Dragon asked weakly, his voice completely unlike his previous powerful tone.
It could sense that its life was slipping away and that there was probably no way to reverse it.
But it couldn't understand why, after crushing the enemy's heart and tearing off two of its heads, it couldn't tear off the last one.
Why can't this freak be killed?
"Blood Shadow Divine Skill, kid." Mo Di glanced at his Blood Shadow reserves and smiled weakly.
This old blue dragon was definitely a big shot in the Second Era; otherwise, it would have been impossible for the power of the Six Seals to deplete so many of his Blood Shadows.
Unfortunately, no matter how strong it was, it couldn't stop the almost cheat-like Modi.
Trading his life for another's was the most worthwhile deal for him.