Chapter 605: Chapter 49: Karyx’s Body (4) Chapter 605: Chapter 49: Karyx’s Body (4) tal Dragons, heavenly creatures, and the retainers of the Ashen Empire joined battle with the surging Magic Tide.
At once, dazzling light, brilliant spells, and mottled dark clouds intertwined, with winged demons plumting like rain, yet also holy beings with pristine feathered wings falling from the skies.
“Roar—”
The giant beasts, clad in tallic scales, flapped their wings high above, with Gold Dragons spewing massive gouts of searing dragonfla, turning countless demons to ashes.
The Silver Dragons, in turn, breathed out freezing frost that immobilized herds of demons.
Around the tal Dragons, creatures like the Bipedal Wyverns and Fire Drakes, sub-dragon species usually embodying evil and counted as enemies of the tal Dragons, now fought side by side, even a colossal White Dragon plunging into the demon throngs.
“This is all about Faction Contribution and Gold Coins, brothers, let’s go all out!”
“For the Ashen Empire!”
“Oh-ho-ho-ho!”
Those tens of thousands of elite players either rode Wyverns, used flying spells, or even catapulted themselves into the air, engaging in desperate battles with demons high above.
In a flash, thousands of demons fell from the sky, but ever more winged demons were birthed from chaos, swarming towards the Red Dragons under Gelrazax’s command.
“Kill them!”
“Clear away all that impedes the great revival of the Abyss!”
“For the Abyss!”
The demons’ cacophonous screeches hovered in the skies, unpleasant to the ear.
“Roar—”
Yet at this mont, a sonorous Dragon’s Roar cleaved the heavens.
Cassius spread his wings, stirring up blistering gusts, while a cataclysmic Flastorm whirled about him, engulfing countless demons within a hundred ters.
“Boom—”
Twelve thick, blazing Pillars of Fire sprayed forth, crisscrossing before the Red Dragon, sweeping the dense demon horde before him.
Severed limbs and charred torsos dropped from the sky, while the air beca thick with the scent of sulfur.
In the ruins of mountains streaming with magma, Singo, Mantou, and others stealthily progressed, invisible and slow-moving through the ravaged valley.
“Damn, Xin Dog, are you really going to attack that thing?
Can we really take down that dragon? You think I can strip off its scales if I output continuously for half an hour?”
Mantou couldn’t help but lower his voice, tugging at Singo’s sleeve and pointing at the dark red giant dragon curled like a mountain range in the distance.
“Making a fuss over nothing.
Since the boss appears there, it’s there for us to take down, it’s got to have a weakness!
And… guess how much experience this guy will bring us?”
Singo couldn’t help but lick his lips, still oozing that ample confidence.
The defeat in the duel tournant made him understand—to stand up against the monsters cultivated by the big guilds with all their resources, he had to take an unorthodox approach!
Natural War Maniac rubbed his polished head, his mouth spread in glee, flashing yellowed, pointed teeth: “This is the joy of gaming!
Challenging seemingly unbeatable monsters, striking at behemoths like mountains, even imdiate death would be worth it!”
Beside him, Sumr Night Autumn Rain nodded slightly, her golden eyes twinkling with light, a smile apparent: “Perfect, I also want to test the power of the Dragon Pact spell.”
Mantou, thinking about the latest video material, bit the bullet and said, “Okay, let’s do it!
But we at least need a plan, right? With a dragon that size, it probably could wipe us out with a sneeze.”
“Heh, did you really think I didn’t have a contingency plan for big bosses like this?”
Singo mysteriously pulled out a tal ball from his Dinsional Bag, engraved with chaotic and complex patterns, even marked with a red exclamation sign on the outside.
“For super-sized bosses like this, we rely on this thing.”
“Clap!”
Singo slapped the tal ball, which imdiately flashed with a dangerous red light.
Mantou curiously looked at the tal ball, and a dense block of information appeared on the panel.
[Magic Forbidden Bomb]
Quality: Rare
Description: The world is full of peculiar and varied magical effects. When they co in contact and collide, they can produce unexpected consequences, leading to many magical taboos—like nesting two Dinsional Bags within each other.
But the audacious Starfallen didn’t care for such risks, combining dozens of highly destructive spells into a bomb of destruction so potent that even its creators didn’t know the terrifying outco it could produce.
“Art is an Explosion! — chanical God Cult’s Bomb Monk, Carter.”
Seeing this, Mantou broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly blocking Singo’s hand from slapping it again.
“Damn, Xin Dog, take it easy, don’t blow us up right here, I don’t want to get wiped by a friend before we even get to the boss.”
Singo waved his hand, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.
The plan is simple, later you, War Maniac Bro, and Autumn Rain will draw the boss’s attention and the nearby demons’ fire, while I…”
He grinned, excitent flashing in his eyes for the impending adventure, “I’ll approach the beast’s body from behind, riding the Bipedal Wyvern, and launch a kamikaze attack!”
Mantou imdiately covered his face with his hand, a plan truly characteristic of personal flair—simple, crude, and as always, utterly inhumane.
He sighed. “Alright.
Xin Dog, I may not be human, but you’re a real dog. If you waste the chance we fought for with our lives, I’ll make sure to beat you hard in the video.”
“Deal.”
Singo led the group confidently onward.
Ahead, there weren’t many demons, most had assembled high above in force. They had avoided the fiercest battleground where the Material Plane’s army clashed with the demons.
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