bookandnovel Chapter 416 - 327: Defeating the Entire Undead Legion with the Power of One Dragon
Chapter 416 - 327: Defeating the Entire Undead Legion with the Power of One Dragon
"I seem to have already heard the cries of despair, smelled the sweet scent interwoven with fresh life and fear."
Phillips, the Necromancer, whispered silently, perfectly hiding his withered form within the endless undead surge, perceiving only with his mind the solitary outpost ahead.
It starts from here.
He will use the death power accumulated over centuries to completely transform the vibrant Ximu Territory into a desolate Undead Realm, and then use this as a base to raise an even more magnificent wave of death to sweep across the entire Sel Wilderness.
This is his incredibly beautiful vision.
However, this greedy delusion was suddenly interrupted by a tremor from deep within his soul.
The dense, rotting gray and white mist was violently torn, expelled, and instantly evaporated by an overwhelming, unmatched frenzy.
A massive shadow, carrying a horrifying might that burned and twisted the air, plummeted like a meteor between the surging vanguard of the Undead Legion and the third outpost.
More precisely, it crashed precisely into the very center of the densest vanguard array of the Undead Legion.
Only now, the sharp shriek that tore through the air like fabric shredding completely, belatedly descended from the sky.
BOOM!!!
The earth moaned in agony, with tremors and deafening booms exploding simultaneously.
The visible shockwave perfectly exploded in a circular shape, instantly clearing away all low-tier undead within a hundred-meter radius, whether fragile skeletons or rigid zombies, like sweeping away dust!
Countless shattered bone fragments, rotten flesh pieces, and rusted armor plates.
Like toys smashed by an invisible yet immeasurably gigantic warhammer, they shot back madly in a radial pattern, the dust raised mixing with the not yet entirely dissipated mist, creating a brief, murky dome of dust.
The Witch Demon hidden in the Undead Legion was also stumbled by this sudden shock, soul fire flickering within his skull.
His heart heavy, he looked forward.
The dust gradually cleared.
A Giant Dragon that defied conventional understanding stood proudly at the center of the battlefield.
Even though he was once a legendary necromancer, well-versed and with broad horizons, as he gazed at that Giant Dragon, he still felt somewhat incredulous.
Its physique surpassed all Phillips knew of the Dragon Race.
It was strong enough to stand like two Red Dragons side by side, its scaled armor seemingly not covering muscle but rather grown directly from muscles knotted like steel cables, each piece heavy as a shield, layered densely over its body, flowing with a disquieting sheen.
Its grim Dragon Horns pierced through the dust, winding as if tearing the sky like gigantic spears.
Its wing tips still surged with unresolved fury, sharp at the edges like giant blades, the long tail had Dragon Scales rise, forming blade and spear-like protrusions, with densely packed sharp spikes, as if the Dragon was not flesh and blood but a carefully crafted war weapon.
Its Dragon Eyes, black as the night sky, pierced the lingering dust and mist, scanning the entire undead tide indifferently. The invisible yet substantial pressure was like a tsunami, instantaneously plunging the bustling battlefield into deathly silence.
"A Dragon of the Ximu Territory? Never seen such."
"Judging by its physical traits, it seems like a hybrid between Red Dragon and Iron Dragon?"
"What a powerful life aura, the pure power contained within this body, simply unmeasurable!"
Phillips’ long-withered heart contracted sharply, but then, an even stronger, more greedy desire swiftly overwhelmed that strand of vigilance like a toxic fire.
No Affiliated Legion in accompaniment, merely a Dragon, does it intend to block his undead tide? Foolish delusion!
More importantly, such a seemingly extraordinary Giant Dragon, its soul essence must be strong and unique. If it can be killed and refined using the Necromancy Secret Technique, his ranks would gain an Undead Dragon General capable of sweeping the battlefield!
"Kill it!"
The cold command silently and instantly transferred through mental link to every undead unit.
The undead know not what fear is. Upon receiving the highest order from the necromancer, the soul fire jumping in their eye sockets simultaneously turned, countless hollow deadly gazes focusing on the only life focus - the Giant Dragon!
The first to respond were the formations of Death Knights.
These silent killing machines were elite veterans in life, reforged by negative energy after death, their power and defense surpassing before.
They were clad in nearly full-covering black heavy armor, only revealing two cold points of soul fire beneath the helmet, the nightmare warhorses under them spewing eerie blue flames, leaving blue flame flowers quietly burning where their hooves tread.
"Form up! Charge!"
With a minor thought, Phillips subtly controlled the formation changes, while casting spells from afar, fleeting arcane runes enhanced the Death Knights with [High-level Barbaric Strength Skill] and [Shadow Armor].
Immediately afterwards, fifty Death Knights split into five groups.
Like five black spears striking from varying cunning angles simultaneously, no shouts, only the heavy thud of nightmare hooves trampling the earth converging into the deathly beat.
Their distance from each other precise to millimeters, the charging paths perfectly sealed the Dragon’s maneuvering space.