Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

"Release the breath, my children!" The dragon restrained the corrupted angel, and used its huge size to forcefully turn the angel to the attacking surface of the dragon's breath.The entangled energy impact exploded in his arms, without the strength to avoid the explosion, Yemotar opened his mouth wide and bit towards his palm.

"You don't need to order me, old man!" The eldest son of the black dragon slid in the sky, and the joy of hitting the attack made him, who was already somewhat arrogant, immediately refute his father.Before he could be happy for a few seconds, a distorted figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then, the ten-meter-long dragon was fanned from the sky into the black mud by the one-meter-long seemingly soft wings.

Taking advantage of the gap, the angel who endured the breath slipped out of Father Dragon's palm, and chased after the black dragon who had contributed the most in the dragon's breath.In less than a second, Yemotal stuck to the angel again, and the black dragon with the broken left wing crawled out of the black mud with anger.

"I'm fine! It's not worth mentioning!" the black dragon yelled madly, and the berserk dragon that entered the verge of death and enraged showed a heroic spirit that ordinary people don't have.So Father Long didn't say anything more, and stared at the angel who kept making noise more cautiously.The attack can't make the force reveal its flaws, and it's uncertain whether it can injure the angel, but letting him free his hand and hurt his heir, the old father will die of heartache.

A dangerous breath came from the top of the head, and the light on the corrupted angel's body changed, and the original characteristics transformed into a terrifying aura that made reptiles shudder.Special attack on dragon species, that is, [Dragon Calamity], grabbed the huge dragon-killing thunder gun, and the giant dragon that was still flying in the air staggered and flew back in an emergency.

"Attention! He has changed his traits again!" The others only felt a little less pressure, and seeing the gathered dragon family obviously understood something.

"Switch!"

Not participating in the battle, the blue dragon Christo stationed in Wandering City used the power of the magic net before the thunder gun fell.As the incarnation of the magic net, he is like a chess player manipulating the chessboard and changing the positions of the soldiers. As long as he uses the mage tower built by Morrokey, he can move his members to any position he wants.

For example, like now, helping your family avoid the deadly dragon-killing thunder gun,

The thunder light dissipated, leaving only a lich holding a large bone shield where the dragons gathered. White smoke rose from the shining shield, and it shattered, along with the right arm behind the shield that was shattered into slag. .Several liches suddenly appeared beside the one-armed lich, holding a brand new skeleton arm and pressing against his joints.He moved his wrist and apologized to Mr. Dean who was flying in the air on a spirit horse.

"The artifact you built is gone."

Splitting the emitted light feathers, the disgraced dean yelled under the cover of his companions, "I have plenty of artifacts! Don't worry, you must block this bastard for me!"

The lich and the angel fought in the air, and Princes took this opportunity to appear beside the dragon father.

"The angel has entered the [Dragon Calamity] state, and it will kill us in a short time. Go to the rear battlefield with your children to escort the reinforcements, and the frontal battlefield can't help."

"Just let Alcaron take them back." Under the attack of the holy light, the father of Wanlong didn't have a piece of good flesh in his body. His exposed bones were burned by the holy flame, and his flesh was growing. Realizing that my body is gradually developing resistance and weakening the influence on the dragon's characteristics, "I can insist that there is no one-on-one enemy of that strange angel present."

What is really deadly is not those special attack traits that kill people, but the Corrupted Angel's outrageous physical fitness and domineering holy light.A casual blow can make people near death, and the only one who can really resist the Iron Fist and Holy Flame is the [Immortal and Immortal] Dragon Father.The surroundings of that angel are too dangerous, and the lich has become a small brittle bone.

"What's worse, this is not the final boss yet."

The waters are in dire straits ahead, but the real creator is still watching everyone silently from the sidelines. New human figures are being carved in his tentacles, and the immune mechanism is producing antibodies. Soon, the corrupted angels will carry life-specific Antibodies wipe out everyone.

"Where is the reserve force, send up the group of living people behind! We have already delayed the attack of the Holy Light Legion and the angels!!" The Lich with two light guns stuck in his ribs hid behind the obstacle of the tombstone, pinched shouted at the messenger crystal.

The situation of the living troops is not optimistic.

Carlos regrouped his troops and maintained his formation to face the monster that suddenly appeared in front of him.Just now, they broke through the ground, and their hideous chitin blades caught the troops by surprise. Now they are licking the blood sticking to the razor with their mouthparts. He waited patiently for his foe to recover, as if toying with his own prey.

"The mantid."

The insect warrior's tentacles moved, his compound eyes moved, and his hoarse voice came from a completely different vocal cord.

"Your scent, I will never forget, blood of the blue dragon, your people are cowards who fear death, damned mystics, turned my clan's mission into a joke. I will take your Eat the flesh and blood, mystic, to relieve the hatred in my heart that has lasted for thousands of years."

The mantid, one of the swarms that succumb to the Sleeper.Mystic counterparts to the blue dragon priests, however, this swarm had absolutely no chance of spreading their terror to the dragonfamilia during the last war against the gods.When the other swarms and dragon priests fought bloody and flying corpses, the number of mages killed by the mantid was zero.

They are the race with the most outstanding evolutionary talent, the best body template, the most abundant evolution channels, the most developed minds, the expectations given by the gods, and the most comprehensive enemies.The initial physique is not outstanding, but they can grow rapidly in battle and under external pressure. The mantid are the best in the swarm. Their superiority is really engraved in their genes.

The man who reversed the status and identity of the mantid is the enemy of their kind.

Blue Dragon Priest, Morroki.

A mage, wise man, monarch.He discovered the enemy earlier than anyone else, and for this group of seemingly weak but terrifying mantid, his method is... infinite banishment.

Dominating the magic net, controlling all the veins of this planet, directly sent the entire mantid swarm to the other end of the earth farthest from the capital city of Morokui.

Born from eggs, received instructions from the gods in their genes, traveled in joy, in silence, and in depression. Most of the mantid entered adulthood during this expedition. There was no fighting, no blood to eat, and they could only smell With the smell of the blue dragon's blood, it's going through both wind and rain.

Hard work paid off, and the mantid finally did it!They saw the borders of the mystic kingdom, saw the bewildered mages.Fantasizing about blood, hallucinating to hear screams, the army of insects rushed towards the barrier.

A burst of familiar magical power suddenly blessed their bodies, and the mantid stared wide-eyed at the mage floating in the air, the lifelong enemy who swore to be engraved in the blood of the clan.

"Morokei!!!"

When they woke up, they found that they had returned to their familiar hometown and the starting point of their journey.The body cannot be strengthened without fighting, and the scars cannot be repaired without injury. This group of mantid maintained the weakest form and started the expedition again.

And the result didn't change.Hiding, disguising, and lurking, the mantid used all methods to get close to the city, but was soon caught out by the dragon priest, and was exiled to the other side of the world amidst screams.Regroup, get there, be exiled, regroup, get there, be exiled...

Some tribesmen have gone crazy on the journey of eternity. They began to question themselves and their true meaning of existence. Can the expectations of God really be fulfilled?
After an unknown amount of time, the mantid finally used their well-developed brains to evolve resistance to teleportation spells. At that time, they wept with joy, believing that the long journey was about to come to an end.

Once again, they approached the kingdom of the mystics, and the mantid were sure not to be exiled again, but Morroki was no longer a matter of psychological shadows.So when the mantid was 100 meters away from the side wall and the figure hadn't appeared yet, the mantid was completely ecstatic.

"Lord! We are finally victorious!"

Before the words were finished, the entire capital rose from the ground. Amidst the brilliance of magic and the aftermath of the explosion, the mantid watched blankly as the floating city tore apart the time-space rift and disappeared before his eyes.

This time, it really changed completely.

The mantid won't run anymore, Wandering City has run.