The Greece Antagonist Chapter 1087: 123: You Two Get Married Right There! (8k Vote

Chapter 1087: Chapter 123: You Two Get Married Right There! (8k Votes)

Just as Luo En was organizing his thoughts, Morgan, who had examined the scene, also provided a consistent speculation:

“Just like Gwen, Albion can’t hold on any longer. But the impact of its death is likely to be much more severe than the Catastrophe of the Frenzied Hunt brought by Gwen.”

It was an Illusion Beast condensed from the earth’s will of Britain Island by the Warner natives using Said Witchcraft and a thousand years of faith.

Even it has turned into this state after repeated turmoil, which can only prove that the entire Celtic God Era is already rushing down the path of accelerated demise.

Just as Morgan was feeling lancholic, an extre sense of danger approached like rushing thunder in an instant.

“Dodge!”

Accompanied by a loud shout in her ear, she was dragged backward by the more vigilant Luo En standing beside her.

anwhile, a terrifyingly white bone claw, with a sharp whistle, struck the lake shore, stirring up dust a few ters high.

Seeing the massive creature that was two-thirds bone and one-third rotten flesh break through the water surface and rush towards her, Morgan’s expression slightly changed.

This thing isn’t dead yet?!

“Roar!”

The giant dragon covered in rotting flesh stirred the Magic Factors, letting out a roar.

The bone-white skeleton was dyed with a dark ink-like color, and the surrounding aura was consud by shadow. Under its gaze, everyone seed to see a hole piercing through the World.

Inside was ultimate darkness, seemingly filled with countless corpses and departed souls, representing the accumulated deathly will of this land.

It vowed to devour the Light, dragging everything on Britain Island into Hell.

With just a fleeting glance, everyone imdiately felt that the malice was so extre, so pure.

Now, it could no longer be called the White Dragon or Albion, but:

Demon Dragon—Vortigern!

“Boom!”

The calm lake surface violently shook, with the long-fallen and corrupted Holy Dragon, engulfed in a tumult of red and black Aether, roaring as it swept in.

Its wings were like knives, its claws like spears.

“End here, finish here, idyllic holand, Land of No End, nothing shall trespass, life and death shall follow the ordained cycle—Avalon!”

Morgan urgently wielded her magic wand, while her lips and teeth moved with extre speed, chanting high-speed Divine Words.

In an instant, accompanied by the stirring of the Divine Word’s commandnt, the surrounding space suddenly twisted, an eternal island ford by willpower rose from behind her, forcibly dispersing and suppressing the vast tide of Magic Power summoned by the Demon Dragon.

Ireland’s Death Goddess, Britain’s Lake Enchantress, proclaid before the old earth’s will, declaring her Power and dominion over this realm.

“Holy Lance, release anchor!”

At the mont when Morgan raised her magic wand and shouted, the sky shattered like a broken mirror, twelve blue-black Aether lances woven by Magic pierced through the enormous Magic Circle Diagram, descending towards the ground like an upside-down tower set to devastate the World.

anwhile, the Demon Dragon, trying to flap its bony wings to take flight, found its actions sluggish as layers of green-black frost congealed on its wings, and the surrounding space continuously compressed towards the center.

The entire World seed to turn into a living coffin.

And these twelve Light Spears were like long nails embedded in the lid, thoroughly burying the once deathly will on this island.

This was the strongest Spell created by Morgan, combining her knowledge of the four Great Magics of “Mirror,” “Tower,” “Court,” and “Coffin.”

On the land of Britain, its power approached the level of a Magic Principle.

“Puff puff puff puff!”

The twelve Light Spears fell in succession, striking the Demon Dragon, causing it to roar as it was smashed to the ground, resembling a large specin nailed down by long nails.

A large mass of ink-like black miasma gushed out from the wounds, splattering around, causing a sizzling sound of corrosion.

Is it over?

Having exerted her full strength for this strike while also spare her energies to suppress other Calamities sealed in her Divine Realm, Morgan was nearly exhausted.

However, seeing the Demon Dragon nailed to the ground, immobile, Morgan couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, slightly relaxing her tense nerves.

But in an instant, a red-black fire ignited in the hollow eye sockets of the Demon Dragon, its ghastly bone wings suddenly trembling, shaking off the Magic Power lances embedded in its body’s joints, as the massive and hideous body engulfed by a surging Aether wave charged forth once again.

Oh no! Earth Protection!

Morgan’s pupils constricted, instantly understanding the crux of the issue.

Dragonkin inherently possess extraordinary Magic Resistance.

As a pureblood Giant Dragon with power comparable to the Chief God, Albion’s Magic Resistance was virtually at the ceiling level.

What was more critical, this beast was the product of the forr will of the entire Britain Island, possessing the highest-degree World Protection.

This ans that her outsider World permissions may not surpass the native-born Albion, so the Magic Principle-level Forbidden Curse created on this basis would be significantly weakened when cast on Albion.

However, in a hurry, with Morgan targeted by the Demon Dragon’s aura, she was too late to dodge, and her frail body made it difficult to construct new magic for counterattack and Defense.

“Dead ones, tear of blood—Painful Illusionary Cry!”

“My sword, burn—Cavendish!”

At the critical mont, Bawansi and Bagster, the two Elf Knights, charged forward from the left and right, releasing the True Nas of their Silver Treasure Hamr and Elf Greatsword in their hands, gathering Magic Power crazily, and blasting towards the incoming Demon Dragon.

“Boom!”

The Demon Dragon’s body shook, the ink-black deathly aura on its body surface boiled up, slowing its offensive.

However, before Bawansi and Bagster could rejoice, the Demon Dragon let out an enraged roar, and the Magic Factors within hundreds of miles converged like a thousand rivers towards the floating dragon body in the air.