Ember Dragon

Chapter 813 Descendants of the Blue Dragon
"Devil? How is that possible?" Neville finally lost his composure. He looked up at the tall figure in front of him and shook his head subconsciously.

"Hahaha, come on, second round!" Tiansheng Zhan shouted angrily and swung his battle axe in the air. Raging flames burst out from the blood-stained axe, with an astonishing power.

The long-handled axe dragged flames, drawing a crescent-shaped red arc in the air, tearing through the air and slashing towards the neck of the God Slayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon.

"Humph, so what if we are demons! We are the warriors most valued by the Mother Goddess!"

Neville's eyes became fierce again. He raised the dragon skull shield and held it to his side for defense. He swung the bone sword in his right hand vigorously, chopping it straight towards the head of the natural war maniac, releasing dazzling lightning.

But before the bone sword could be swung down, the natural war maniac's long-handled axe hit the dragon skull shield first. The huge force shattered the dragon skull shield, causing Neville to be knocked out, and the shield fragments flew in the air.

The hellfire burned fiercely and gushed out, instantly engulfing the body of the godslayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon.

The natural warrior did not pursue the enemy, but just stood there with his long-handled axe and laughed wildly, "Nothing special - is this a warrior of Tiamat?"

But Neville opened his arms in the flames, and the dazzling lightning covered the fire. Several lightning bolts struck from the sky: "Bastard! I am the son of Majesty Tiamat! A warrior born in the storm!"

The next moment, the God Slayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon, had lightning in his eyes and dense arcs of electricity wrapped around his body. He waved his bone sword with a ferocious face and pounced on the natural war maniac almost madly.

At this moment, it had completely given up on defense, with only one thought in mind - to tear this bastard who blasphemed the Mother Goddess into pieces and burn him into charcoal!

"Come, kill me!"

The natural war maniac clenched the long-handled axe in both hands and raised it high, with the fire of hell wrapped around his body, and chopped towards the godslayer, the descendant of the blue dragon.

"Keng!!"

There was another loud bang, and two guys who could only be called "monsters" collided with each other. The long-handled axe and the bone sword intertwined, and the hellfire and thunder collided. For a moment, lightning and thunder flashed, and flames splashed everywhere.

Neville twisted his body in mid-air and turned around suddenly. The bone sword broke through the air and chopped towards the waist of the natural war maniac with a crackling sound of electricity.

The natural war maniac flapped his wings and dodged suddenly, but the sword blade still swept across his abdomen, instantly leaving a bloody long wound, and bright red blood gushed out.

Feeling the chill in his abdomen, the natural war maniac's expression did not change at all. He just grinned, veins bulging in his arms, and the long-handled battle axe chopped down diagonally in mid-air, chopping again at the neck of the godslayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon.

Having lost the dragon skull shield, Neville had to grit his teeth, hold the bone sword horizontally with both hands, and barely block it at his side.

"boom!"

The long-handled axe came down with terrifying force. Neville's arms sank suddenly and cold sweat broke out all over his body. The axe blade almost cut into the side of his neck.

But the natural war maniac grinned again, shook his wrist, and the axe turned instantly, rubbing against the blade and creating dazzling sparks.

"Shh-"

The long-handled axe swept across the head of the God Slayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon, directly cutting off the huge horn at the tip of its nose, and also shaving off a large piece of flesh, making its head a bloody mess.

"Ow—"

Neville covered his bleeding nose and stepped back repeatedly, wailing and growling in pain, but the lightning in his eyes had weakened a lot.

"I've had enough fun! It's time to end it!" The natural war maniac flapped his wings, swung up the long-handled axe, turned into a red afterimage, and pounced straight at the God Slayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon, not far away.

There was a flash of axe light, blue scales flew everywhere, Neville's tail broke, and blood gushed out from behind him like a fountain.

"Damn bastard!"

Stimulated by the severe pain, Neville turned around in frustration and waved his bone sword wildly, but he did not notice that the natural war maniac had reached his head and raised the long-handled axe high.

"Shh-"

The axe spurted out like a pillar, thunder and lightning roared, and the head of this godslayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon, was split in the middle, cut into two halves, and the axe blade even hit his chest.

Na'vi died just like that. This godslayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon born from the blue dragon, was killed by a player who was blocking the road with an axe before he had the chance to give everything for his mother goddess.

The situation of the other two blue dragon descendants of the God Slayers was not much better.

I saw Xia Ye Qiu Yu suspended in the air with golden-red flames floating beside him, while the God Slayer, the descendant of the blue dragon, on the ground was charred and covered with wounds, and was disoriented by the overwhelming fireballs.

The other blue dragon descendant, the God Slayer, let out a dull roar towards the sky. Mantou was seen circling in the air on a two-legged flying dragon, swooping down again and again, leaving countless conspicuous scars on the monster.

But for them, the real suffering has just begun. Na'vi, the strongest among them, is dead, and those dozens of ogres have also been wiped out. These two godslayers, the last descendants of the blue dragon, will be surrounded by four players.

"Suffer to death!"

The natural warrior roared, flapped his wings, and dived towards the Blue Dragon's descendant God Slayer from different directions together with Mantou.

The godslayer, the last descendant of the blue dragon, only noticed the natural war maniac coming towards him, and quickly raised the dragon skull shield to block it, but the whistling wind and piercing roars came from behind, and Mantou suddenly thrust out his spear and pierced its chest directly.

"Thorn-"

The blood-stained tip of the spear pierced through the chest of the God Slayer, the descendant of the blue dragon. It lowered its head and stared at the tip of the spear in its chest with surprise. It let out a weak roar from the depths of its throat and then fell to the ground with a bang.

The battle situation on Xia Ye Qiuyu's side was even more one-sided. The descendant of the blue dragon was already being bombarded by continuous fireballs and was running away in great pain.

It wasn't paying attention for a moment, and a thick dragon-hunting arrow flew through the air, piercing directly into its throat and exiting from the back of its neck. The eyes of this godslayer, the descendant of the blue dragon, instantly dimmed and scattered, and it fell to the ground powerlessly.

A few years ago, monsters with a challenge level of over 10 would have required many players to work together to fight against them, but nowadays, especially in the eyes of these professional players with abnormal strength, they are just elite monsters that are slightly troublesome.

Just like that, in just a few moments, the Blue Dragon Sect's guard team was completely wiped out, leaving behind only several carts of weapons and armor, as well as blood-stained gold and silver treasures looted from towns all over the place.

"It's a good harvest. If we divide it equally, we should have more than one hundred gold nars." Singo counted the property with a relaxed tone.

Mantou couldn't help but sighed: "Damn, it's so profitable, or this kind of no-cost business is easy to do, otherwise we can settle down in Taliro and become desert bandits directly.

You can easily earn hundreds or even thousands of gold nars by robbing houses and caravans. Isn't this much better than staying in Istalia and eating a fixed salary?"

"This business is not easy." Singo shook his head, put all the weapons and jewelry into the dimensional bag, then raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw sandstorms sweeping in from afar. In the sandstorm, there seemed to be a lot of blurry black shadows rushing towards me quickly, and there were crackling sounds of lightning.

"We've been discovered by the people from the Dragon Worship Church, let's go!" Singo and Mantou both rode on their flying dragons and flew low over the sky, while Xia Ye Qiu Yu and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang both spread the wings behind them and fled the scene using their flying abilities.

Sure enough, the sandstorm followed closely behind, chasing straight towards them. Lightning was surging in the wind and sand, and there were ferocious figures. They were a group of two-legged and two-winged flying dragons, covered with light blue scales, with arcs of electricity wrapped around their bodies, like miniature versions of blue dragons.

That is the Storm Dragon, also a descendant of the blue dragon, the god of death wandering in the sandstorm.

And in the sweeping sandstorm, more than twenty storm dragons glided over, roaring in unison and spewing lightning from their mouths. This was no longer something the four-man team could resist.

The Blue Dragon Cult priest wearing a dark blue robe rode on the back of one of the storm dragons. He looked fanatical and roared angrily, "Imperial bastards who betrayed His Majesty Tiamat! You will pay the price for this!"

"Don't struggle fearlessly. You can't escape. This land belongs to the dragon!"

He waved his scepter, and the dark clouds in the sky quickly spread out. Terrifying energy accumulated in them, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl struck down, instantly illuminating the sky.

"careful!"

"boom!"

Mantou rode the two-legged flying dragon and made a sharp turn in the air, narrowly avoiding the lightning strike. Cold sweat was already oozing out of his forehead.

"Damn, the feeling of oppression is so strong?" Mantou wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the thick thunderclouds in the sky, and subconsciously controlled the flying dragon to lower its altitude, almost flying close to the ground.

Singo reminded: "Don't just look at the sky, pay attention to the ground, this is a desert!"

"what?"

Before he finished speaking, the sand dunes began to tremble, and blue figures jumped out from the ground and sprinkled a shower of dirt and rocks, directly towards the steamed buns in the low sky.

They bit the pterosaur's hind legs with their ferocious sharp teeth and refused to let go. They hung dangling under its body, scratching it frantically with their huge claws and tearing off large chunks of scaly flesh.

They were a group of creatures that were the size of giant wolverines, with thick scales, tight muscles, and sharp horns. They also had strong characteristics of blue dragons - they were ambushers of the last descendants of blue dragons.

These monsters with dragon blood flowing in their veins are called "Desert Wolves" by nearby residents. When hunting, they can organize into a tight group, dig tunnels with scum, lurk under the surface of the ground along the necessary routes, and ambush their prey.

"Ow—"

The exploding electric current passed through the scales of the Blue Dragon Descendant Ambusher, producing flying sparks and arcs, which also wrapped around the bodies of the pterosaurs and mantou, making crisp explosions.

Finally, the wyvern began to tremble all over, emitting bursts of black smoke, and whimpering as it fell toward the sand dunes, where a dozen blue dragon descendants gathered and were waiting for its ambushers.

Mantou stretched out his spear and pierced the blue dragon descendant ambusher hanging under the wyvern, causing it to fall wailing.

He patted the wyvern's neck and said anxiously, "Noodles, take off quickly!"

In a trance, Noodles seemed to have heard his order and flapped their wings subconsciously. At the last moment before crashing into the sand dunes, they flew up along the yellow sand. The ambushers, descendants of the blue dragon, jumped up in frustration but could not reach them at all.

Although his flight was shaky, Mantou still avoided the ambush of the monsters and barely caught up with the other three.

But the sandstorm behind him was coming fast and getting closer and closer to him. Mantou could even hear the roar of the storm dragon, the heart-wrenching cry of the evil dragon priest, and the crackling sound of lightning.

And on the rolling desert below them, the ambushers of the last descendants of the blue dragon had bloodshot eyes and were chasing madly, roaring towards the sky and raising gusts of yellow sand.

Singo turned his head in the sandstorm and looked at Xia Ye Qiu Yu not far away, and said loudly: "Qiu Yu, is the portal ready? Let's evacuate directly--"

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning brushed past his body, burning his sleeves black and almost taking his life.

Xia Ye Qiu Yu waved his dragon wings in the howling wind, his face calm, and he replied calmly: "The current magic network is affected by the evil dragon sacrifice and is too chaotic. Give me two more minutes!"

"Okay! I'll protect you! Just focus on casting the spell!"

The natural warrior swung his axe and split the storm dragon that was about to attack Xia Ye Qiu Yu from behind into two halves, shouting with confidence.

Singo turned around on the dragon's back, pulled out a dragon-killing arrow, pulled the longbow to its full length, and the arrow whizzed out, piercing through the storm and directly into the throat of a storm dragon, piercing out from the back of the neck.

Mantou was far from being so cool. He rolled back and forth in the storm, trying to avoid the bursting lightning that struck him from behind. He looked so miserable that even his hair turned into an afro.

"Tear them apart! Don't let these damn traitors escape!" The evil dragon priest roared, waving his scepter continuously, driving many descendants of blue dragons to chase after them.

At this moment, there was a flicker of light in Xia Ye Qiuyu's eyes, and the space in front of him twisted and deformed, and a huge space vortex emerged.

"Don't be in love with war!"

"Okay, let's go!"

Xia Ye Qiu Yu, Singo, and Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang entered one after another.

"Hey, wait for me, I haven't gone in yet!"

Mantou wanted to dive over, but the wyvern's tail was bitten by a jumping blue dragon descendant ambusher, slowing down its speed a lot.

"Never mind, noodles, let's just go for it!"

Looking at the space tunnel that was about to close, Mantou gritted his teeth, ignored the electric arcs wrapped around his body, and plunged into the space vortex. Even the ambusher, the descendant of the blue dragon, was dragged into the portal.

"Do not--"

The evil dragon priest's unwilling roar came from behind.

The other end of the portal is the position of the Burning Empire, which is full of fully armed imperial soldiers, as well as silver dragons, brass dragons and other metal dragons hovering in the air.

The ambusher, the descendant of the blue dragon, who had traveled through space, opened his eyes, looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, opened his mouth dully, and his eyes revealed a deep despair.

"Ow"

(End of this chapter)