"Let him go!"

Seeing his companion being caught by the giant dragon that suddenly changed its shape, it was actually a tendency to be scorched by the light, and several undead spirits, including the knight, could no longer bear it.

Punching straight to the sky, it seemed to poke a hole in the sky with a gun light; a dark and silent bone arrow; a fist that tear the earth and destroys the mountains... The undead did their best at this moment, showing some unity beyond Diapolo's expectations.

However, the light that bloomed from Diapolo naturally formed a sacred realm. This realm has basically no suppressive effect for ordinary creatures, and even has some therapeutic effects, which can dispel negative effects on the body.

However, when such a field is used to target undead creatures, it is like a simple light-based healing technique that can purify a group of skeleton soldiers, and it bursts out with unimaginable power.

When these undead attacks were used to hit Diapolo, six or seven out of ten were cut off by the light on his body, leaving less than three or four percent of the power.

Although it was still amazing, Diapolo was able to withstand it. But it was just because Diapolo was beaten to pieces, bone armor, skin and flesh, which was very miserable.

But that's all. Even though Diapolo was beaten to the point of blood, as long as he had a breath, the powerful vitality of a dragon would burst out continuously and recover from his injuries.

The flesh and blood regenerate, the muscles and bones are reshaped, and the scales are restored... Relying on his thick skin, he withstood a wave of attacks, and Diapolo, who was still recovering blood, stared at the zombie he caught, with a grim smile on his lips.

Although even if the injury is severe, as long as he can hold on, the pain that hits the body will leave memories.

Diapolo himself is also a dragon that doesn't like to suffer losses. If he is beaten, he will fight back and fight back. Therefore, his mouth opens, and a pure white light emerges deep in his throat, becoming more and more intense in the zombie's dark green eyes.

hold head high!

Accompanied by a low dragon roar, the incandescent dragon breath pierced through the chest of the zombie that was constantly struggling in the sky. The dragon breath condensed by pure sacred power and this necro creature caused damage that other attributes could not be compared.

The originally vicious and cruel necromancer let out a shrill wail and struggled wildly in the air. At this time, Diapolo no longer grabbed it and let it fall from the sky, because it was already covered by a layer of platinum sacred fire.

"It really surprised me. I didn't expect you to have such ability. If it were outside, West Whitmore might have really let you kill it like this, but I said that this is the land of the dead."

After a silence, the knight drove the bone beast under his crotch to the zombie shrouded by the sacred fire.

"The existence of every undead here is up to them to decide whether they exist, and it is not your turn to intervene."

Dong!

The spear in the knight's hand was heavily scattered onto the ground, a thick and sticky dark energy that was like oil spread out from the bones and earth, and then rushed towards the zombie Whitmore as if he had his own life and will.

In the face of absolute quantity, the simple quality seemed so powerless. Under the entanglement of several other undead and the intimidation of the hidden skeleton shooter, Diapolo could only watch the flames on the zombies being extinguished.

Although the zombie looks extremely miserable - it is burned by the sacred fire, and only a skeleton is left, the chest is pierced, and there is no sign of recovery for a long time. It seems that it is temporarily useless, but this cannot cover up the fact that this guy survived.

But Diapolo didn't know that the skeleton land in this half-plane actually had this kind of gameplay, and the land in the Dragon Realm did not have so many fancy bells and whistles.

"Diran, avenge me." The zombie who was lying on the ground and could not move for a moment. The zombie who was almost destroyed by Diapolo turned his head with difficulty, stared at the Necromancer who was high above and looked down at him coldly.

"Yeah." The knight responded softly, then looked up at the sky and looked back at the Diapolo who was fighting back and forth with the other five undead. The soul fire in the helmet swayed slightly.

The bone beast, who felt the strong fighting spirit of his master, bent his limbs slightly, then suddenly stretched straight, carrying his master, stepping on nothingness, running away like the sun-like dragon in the sky.

"You go and choose any one, you don't need to win, just do your best to hold on to one."

Diapolo ordered to the Blood Cloud, who had no sense of existence on this battlefield. The strength of the Drow's mistress Michele was not very good at all, and after being swallowed by Diapolo, it became even worse. Not falling to the golden level was considered a credit to her special form.

"I..." Hearing Diapolo's order, he tried his best to hide his drow, and he felt a little crying.

If you ask her how she feels now, she regrets it. She regrets very much. She shouldn't have given out the secret she had hidden for many years in order to compete for favor with that bitch.

Otherwise, he would not have fallen into such an embarrassing situation, but before setting off, who would have thought that this giant dragon was so arrogant and arrogant, and he told him that there was danger and that he was still so reckless.

"What are you thinking? Until I lose, where do you think you can run?"

It was Diapolo, who fought with the Knight, who felt the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, because the Knight's equipment was a bit too much. If his spear really fell on him, it would be a bloody hole, and it would not be blocked.

"I'll help you now."

Hearing Diapolo's urging, the mistress Drow could only come and help Diapolo. She usually sneaked into this semi-plane and walked around as soon as she saw the soul-level undead, because he knew very well how terrible these undead were.

After Diapolo waited for Miss Drow to join the battle group, his pressure... was almost completely relieved, because Miss Drow’s attack was like scraping for those undead with strong bodies.

Such a difficult situation has to make Diapolo choose to expose his more abilities, summon the Shadow Legion, assist him in fighting at the cost of consuming the Legion, and at the same time, he starts to jump and shuttle through the shadow world, avoid or fight back.

"There are three forms. Are you not an ordinary dragon, or are the dragons in the empire developed to such a level before I fell into a deep sleep?"

The knight who fought fiercely with Diapolo was becoming more and more surprised at her. He had seen a wider world outside and witnessed the most glorious time of the empire. So he knew that dragons like Diapolo were really beyond common sense.

"You recognize me as your father, I can tell you the answer you want." Besieged by the seven soul-level undead, including the hell skeleton dog that had already reorganized his body, Diapolo became more and more difficult, and he couldn't help but run away, and then brought his relatives to find the venue.

However, the dragon's life is full of surprises.

Accompanied by a loud bang, Diapolo was shot by a knight and huge. The dragon body like a hill fell from the sky, smashing into the center of the building complex, and even destroying a magnificent palace.

call!

Before Diapolo could adjust his posture and fly up from the ruins of the building, the knight in the sky threw the spear in his hand towards Diapolo.

Before Diapolo could cast his spell, he unfolded his shield in front of him. The gorgeous elemental light burst out on the ground beneath him, forming a translucent shield.

"Dear Level 3 Arcanist, Lord Diapolo, has detected that you are being attacked by the undead that is stocked in this institute. Do you need assistance?"

"Aid? Hahahaha, of course, I'll give me whatever you have."

Hearing this voice, Diapolo was slightly stunned at first, and then immediately reacted and understood what it was. He immediately burst into laughter. It seemed that the institute that fell to the ground had not been damaged yet.

"Abide by your will, detect that you have level 3 permissions, and give the legendary weapon "Soul-Destroying Staff" temporary use rights."

In Diapolo's amazing gaze, an endless resentment lingered in his eyes, and a long-handled metal scepter that could be heard vaguely slowly emerged in front of him.

However, the only drawback is that this amazing weapon and equipment can be seen at a glance, and the bottom part was interrupted by a powerful force.
Chapter completed!