Mynovel Chapter 417 - 327: Defeating the Entire Undead Legion with the Power of One Dragon
Chapter 417 - 327: Defeating the Entire Undead Legion with the Power of One Dragon
The long lance was held horizontally, its tip concentrated with enough negative energy to pierce through a city wall, forming a deathly web covering the dragon’s torso with a ghostly blue aura.
Seeing this scene, the Necromancer’s lips curled into a hideous smile, highly satisfied with the result.
Although his realm had fallen, having become a Witch Demon, he gained a deeper understanding of the undead’s thought processes. His control over the Undead Legion did not diminish; instead, it reached new heights, orchestrating them like a form of deathly artistry.
In his mind, whether the dragon chose to clash head-on or evade, at least a few of the lances would strike from its weakest angles.
"Charging alone... Do you think you’re the Saint King? Only a rare few could hope to challenge the Undead Legion with just themselves; such folly only leads to death."
"Foolish dragon, you’ll soon become my toy."
The Necromancer focused his mind to command the army.
The skeleton giant beast, no less in size than the dragon, matched its heavy pace with strides like moving mountains; its enormous bone claw, accompanied by a howling wind, swung fiercely at the dragon’s head, sealing the upper space.
In the air, the figures of the Wailing Banshees became even more ethereal.
They silently widened their mouths, waiting for the lances to strike; at that instant, an intangible soul shriek would erupt, combining with the beast’s fierce blow for a pincer attack to utterly break the dragon’s resistance.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The ear-piercing metallic clashing and explosion sounds almost overlapped across the battlefield.
The anticipated scene of the dragon’s scale armor shattering and flesh flying did not occur.
Each lance infused with negative energy hit their mark—dragon’s neck, side torso, joints... However, at the moment of impact, the lances emitted a strained noise; the shafts bent and cracked, as if striking not biological scales, but an indestructible divine iron.
A few of the strongest Death Knight leaders managed to barely pierce the Dragon Scale.
However, beneath that, it seemed to be not flesh but some equally hard defensive layer, their reduced attacks unable to penetrate further.
Crack! Crack-crack!
With just a minor motion of the dragon’s body, the lance tips twisted and shattered in a nerve-racking metallic scrape! The massive backlash coursed back along the lance shaft; the Death Knights’ arm armor emitted a sharp wail, and a few cracked under pressure—corroded bone arms inside snapping inch by inch!
Nightmare steeds wailed in agony, rearing up as the ghostly blue flames between their hooves flickered violently, nearly extinguished.
The Death Knight Legion’s vaunted destructive charge failed to even breach the enemy’s defenses!
Almost simultaneously, the skeleton giant beast’s terrifying bone claw, enough to smash granite gates, descended thunderously, dispersing the lingering dust below with the gust it carried.
Yet just as the enormous claw was about to touch the rugged dragon horns.
The Red Iron Dragon raised its claw simultaneously, swinging upwards like lightning.
Boom——!!!
Dragon claw met bone claw in a violent clash!
No stalemate, just overwhelming crushing.
The giant claw of the skeleton giant beast, pieced together from numerous robust bones and infused with negative energy, disintegrated and exploded upon contact with the dragon claw like rotten wood.
Countless shattered large bone fragments shot around, crushing the zombies below that couldn’t evade into pulp.
The massive form of the skeleton giant beast staggered backward, uncontrollably under the irresistible giant force, leaving deep pits with every step on the ground.
In the air, the Wailing Banshees continuously shrieked with twisted faces, filled with hatred.
However, the soul-splitting wails, upon impacting the soul of the Red Iron Dragon, were like a breeze against a copper wall, leaving not even a ripple; within that astonishingly robust body housed an equally formidable soul beyond imagination.
The Red Iron Dragon’s wings sliced, tail whipped, claws struck alternately.
Wave after wave of undead creatures rushed forward, only to be completely annihilated.
A simple charge left a long void in the vast undead horde, littered with fragmented bones and pulp.
"So strong, such a powerful dragon."
"Not just a hybrid! Could it be the fabled outlier dragon? Like that Twenty-four-winged Golden Dragon King?!"
Phillips initially wanted to retreat, but the undead creatures’ craving for powerful life made him greedy for the Red Iron Dragon’s body and soul.
Crack-crack.
The broken bones reconnected; the decayed flesh twisted into horrible creatures, and the fallen undead stood up again, continuing their assault on the Red Iron Dragon.
Not only that.
Although some undead perished completely, the negative energy escaping from them merged into the surrounding space, forming a gray-white mist that suppressed the living, sapping their strength and sanity. It caused the Red Iron Dragon’s movements to slow, making it seem muddled and remain ground-bound, not soaring into the sky.
"Even if I lose this legion, as long as I gain this dragon’s body and soul, it’s worth it."
The Necromancer hesitated no more, directing the legion to continue besieging the dragon while adjusting his strategy slightly.
"Exhaust it with endless bones!"
"Surviving Death Knights, fall back! Skeleton giant beasts, push forward!"
"All Skeleton Warriors, bone shield array! Zombies, fill every inch of its foothold with your rotting bodies! Banshees, unceasingly assault its will with soul blows! I refuse to believe its power is truly limitless."