Othua's War Banner

Chapter 512 0510: The opposite of death

The buds of the snow seed vine are pure white, unreal like a dream, a bit like spores that have not grown completely.

The power it exudes is enough to overthrow the destruction caused by the giant dragon. As the ripples gradually spread, it submerges the hillside and swallows the burning and decaying dragon's breath on the road.

The hunters were running away in a panic, wanting to attack ordinary soldiers on the plain.

"I know this stuff," exclaimed Gema, who had become one with Sarah. "The call of the wasteland tomb, the seeds left by Nidalyi, human beings, you are blaspheming the miracle..."

"What about you, monster?" Bi Heang retorted.

"Me? I... am a god!"

Gema stretched out his huge dragon claws to scratch in the air, and the yellow and white thunderbolts attached to it. He swung his claws with concentrated power, and a standing icicle collapsed with a bang.

The snow seed vine is fighting against the curse of death, and the snowflakes are slowly falling in the sky.

Ken and everyone else present looked at this strange scene with their heads up. No one had ever seen the true power of this legendary plant. The battle banners in the northern border even felt an inexplicable sense of sacredness in their hearts.

It has only such small buds that it is not conspicuous enough to stick to the ground.

However, under the influence of the snow seed vine, the entire wasteland quietly sprouted vitality, and the flames of destruction and decay were actually extinguished by this seemingly light snowflake.

In the blink of an eye, the originally burning ground turned into black stones after solidified lava, and countless terrible cracks were densely covered like spider webs. The bright yellow magma that was about to move told the disaster that Hongfeng Heights suffered.

Ken reached out to catch the snow that fell between his fingers.

It floated on the surface of the leather, and after shaking slightly, it collapsed into a streamer, and fine frost flowers appeared on the surrounding ground...

In the blink of an eye, snow appeared on the burning wilderness.

The roar of the giant dragon was in stark contrast to the humming north wind. No one thought that the snow seed vine would be so powerful.

Not only does it extinguish the rotten dragon flames, but this layer of snow will fertilize the land, magical creatures will break it down and eat it, and prosperity and abundance will return where the wind and snow blow.

"Now? You should take a good look at us."

Hawser's voice sounded high in the sky.

The mage who held the sword of Yong Shuang finally recovered.

The strength he had accumulated for a long time converged into pale thin lines, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled from all directions, and all of them accumulated on the hillside where the dragon was.

Ken's pupils constricted.

He stayed right under the dragon's body.

Feilang didn't wait for the reins to be pulled, it ran with its hooves, passing Bi and Ang in the blink of an eye, and the battle flags of the two ancient tribes were also running desperately, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Ken had only recently met...

His heart was beating wildly, and he suppressed the pain and turned his head to look at the dark clouds that were close at hand.

[Skill: Icefall from the Sky]

If Gema thinks that Hawser will simply block the damage and divert his attention, he is completely wrong. The most terrifying battle banner in the North is indeed Frengundur.

But Huoser is an existence that can compete with the orcs for several years.

Sarah Eilish still had terrifying scars on her head, the scars left by the morning and evening were so dazzling, those trembling pupils were filled with madness and bloodthirsty, accompanied by an inhuman roar, the dragon turned its head to the Ready for the sky!

The monstrous flames gushed out, capable of destroying the city of Hongfeng Heights countless times.

The snowflakes were also falling down, the power of the snow seed vine suppressed the terrifying power of decay, and the threat of the curse of hunting was constantly weakened by the existence of Nidalyi's seeds.

[Shun is a deformed belief in death, and the source of Shou will be suppressed by vitality. 】

"The wind and snow howled, and the silence knocked on the ice."

Huoser was suspended in the air, his braids fluttering like a god descending, his pupils had already turned pale due to the transpiration of the mighty power of the old god, and invisible flames were wantonly outlined on his arms.

"We are the sons and daughters of the snowstorm, Janzeleth."

"Bathed in the clear stars, listen, pray, your mercy..."

Bursts of singing echoed around the wasteland, and as the dark clouds shrouded, the terrifying coercion was about to crush the last bit of consciousness of ordinary people.

Selina once told Ken that singing, pious singing, is the most important weapon of a mage, and those who are in awe of magic enough will get power commensurate with it.

Ken had seen Hawser fight.

Everyone knows that the mage holding the sword of Yong Shuang is extremely powerful, but who has ever imagined that when this terrifying mage also uttered a long and deep chant...

How will the world respond?
destroy.

The only answer Ken could think of was to destroy, to destroy his enemies.

The fluctuations in the air were compressed to the extreme, and the magic front turned into a white line finally touched Sarah's huge body, and the decaying flames were directly pressed back to the dragon's chest by the falling frost magic power.

Blood burst from Ken's ear, soaking the mask and dampening his hair.

A long tinnitus clouded consciousness.

Before Ken could heal his wounds, he realized that he was flying. Although it was brief, the feeling of flying was unmistakable. It wasn't until the ground around him was rippling like ocean waves that he realized that it was Hawser who smashed the hillside where the dragon was.

The clouds in the sky were frozen.

The storm maintained a raging and spinning posture, and the objects that were thrown into the sky were clearly visible.

The entire high slope sank in the blink of an eye, and the terrifying coercion gushed out along with the cold air that pierced the soul. No one expected that the wind would goug out the rotten skin on the dragon's surface like a knife.

Losing protection, Sarah was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

The overflowing power oozing from the soles of its feet solidified in the blink of an eye, and at the end of its withered life, it turned into an ice cube to sleep peacefully.

Frozen is the most ceremonial funeral. The black icicles really became the coffin, impervious to light, reflecting the terrifying chill, and the corpse of the dragon stayed quietly inside.

That's right, corpses.

The battle flags of the Northern Territory gather together in the Red Maple Heights, and the power of faith is stronger than ever. In such an environment, they can communicate with the gods, get the highest blessing through complete singing, and deal a devastating blow!

Ken believed that no living thing could escape from it.

But he thought it was too simple.

The majestic black iceberg looms in the white mist.

[Living creatures cannot leave, but they can fall into the source, which is pure death. 】

The notes in Ken's head stuck in like needles.

The last natural disaster left by Roxani, the power that the entire Palotusbi cannot completely erase, the origin of the curse that has survived since the age of the old gods...

The ice crystals turned pure black.

Huoser's eyes widened, and he realized that the ice he summoned had started to melt...

Waves of black heat rose where the ice fell.

The dragon's body was completely destroyed. It is now a cursed polymer, an elusive evil thought, but its bright red pupils still speak of its own ambitions.

Death, came.

(End of this chapter)