I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 147 Malcolm's Counterattack (3k)

The dragon's flight relied on magical power, and the suppression of the anti-magic field was like a heavy hammer blow to Malcolm.

The magical aura around him was instantly drained, his flapping dragon wings suddenly froze, and his ability to fly vanished without a trace.

The momentum of his forward charge was still there, but the magic that had been supporting him had dissipated.

Malcolm felt a sudden emptiness all over his body.

The massive body, having lost all support, plummeted straight down from mid-air like a heavy black stone amidst the cries of the knights and the monsters!

"The black dragon's body slammed into the gradually hardening swamp that Cedric had created, like a bomb kicking up a pool of sewage and mud."

The surrounding gnolls and goblins were knocked to the ground by the shockwave, and several knights who were at the forefront were crushed to death; it was clear at a glance that they would not survive.

He was thrown around in a daze, his dragon belly slamming into the hard stone slab. The pain made him let out a muffled roar, and the acid that had been condensing earlier spilled onto the ground, etching a large, charred pit.

He flapped his dragon wings frantically, but he wasn't used to flying with them yet.

The suppression of the anti-magic field remains, and the magical power in one's bloodline is firmly imprisoned.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any airborne and could only struggle and writhe on the ground.

Malcolm's dragon claws were still scratching the stone surface haphazardly, sending up bits of mud flying as he struggled.

However, the magical stagnation around him did not dissipate at all.

Just as Malcolm was struggling on the hardening swamp, trying to take off again.

Karen burst forth from the ranks of the knights!

The sword of Excalibur in his hand slashed with a fierce edge, not attacking the black dragon's vitals, but instead aiming straight for his pair of dragon wings that were still stiff and drooping due to being bound by magic.

This is the foundation upon which Malcolm flies, and also his most vulnerable point at this moment!

Only on earth can Karen and the black dragon Malcolm share an arena, engaging in a fair fight based on their own strength.

"Clang!"

The holy sword struck the joint between the dragon's wing bones with a fierce blow, and the thick dragon scales shattered instantly.

Deep red dragon blood seeped out instantly, and although it did not sever the wing bone, it still carved out a deep trench.

The excruciating pain caused Malcolm's vertical pupils to suddenly widen, and his initial shock and anger completely transformed into overwhelming rage!

"You ignorant ants!"

The black dragon's roar echoed through the stone road, and its body spun violently using the force of the intense pain.

The unrestrained dragon tail, like a giant, dark whip, lashed out at Karen with immense force!

The heavy blow landed squarely on Karen's chest, sending her flying like a kite with a broken string as she charged toward the black dragon.

Just as the dragon's tail lashed out at Karen, the adult black dragon finally broke free from the shackles of the [Anti-Magic Field].

The magic resistance of an adult dragon is simply too high.

A single spell was not enough to restrain this adult black dragon.

The pale purple magical field dissipated into the air.

The stagnation that had been suppressing Malcolm's bloodline magic vanished in an instant!

The magical power that had been imprisoned for so long surged back into the black dragon's body like a tidal wave.

Malcolm flapped his injured dragon wings, and although he was still in excruciating pain, he could already feel the long-lost power of levitation.

His dark, vertical pupils gleamed with a bloodthirsty light as he stared at the knight on the ground and the mage not far away, his dragon might pressing down like a dark cloud.

He was no longer the trapped beast on the stone path; this black dragon had finally broken free of its shackles and revealed its most ferocious fangs.

As the black dragon Malcolm flapped its wings and took to the sky, Cedric, leaning on his staff, waved several spells.

If one spell isn't enough, what about the effect of combining several spells?

[Wing Binding Technique], [Absolute Gravity], [Binding Wind], [Earth Binding Technique]!

The pale golden force field suddenly tightened around his wings, pinning them firmly to his dragon spine, preventing him from even flapping them.

The earth's immense gravity pressed down from nowhere, making his limbs feel as heavy as lead. Let alone taking off, even lifting his claws required tremendous effort.

The wind around him suddenly solidified, enveloping his body and fixing him in place. Every struggle felt like hitting an invisible wall.

The earthen-yellow magic wrapped around his limbs, restricting Malcolm's flight.

Under the binding of four spells, the black dragon was completely trapped.

Its massive body writhed on the stone path, its dark, vertical pupils churning with shock and rage.

That damned mage planned this from the beginning, using an anti-magic field to prevent him from flying.

Then, by using this bunch of insidious spells to immobilize him, they wanted Karen and the knights to surround and kill him!

Malcolm's anger burned for a moment before quickly subsiding.

He was banned from flying and his speed was reduced.

But do mages who rely on magic power find casting spells easy?

This is no ambush; it's clearly the mage using himself as bait, betting that the man will be blinded by rage and that the knights will surround him in time!

But what about bait?

Malcolm let out a low growl and stopped struggling with his limbs, which were bound by magic.

Instead, he concentrated all his strength into his dragon body, and with the force of twisting his body, he didn't care at all, even though the force field net made his wings hurt and the absolute gravity made his dragon belly numb.

What he wanted was not to escape, but to swallow this crucial bait!

Without this caster, the magic cast on him, even if it doesn't immediately fail, will be significantly weakened.

Once Cedric is killed, those knights are nothing but ants that can cut melons and vegetables!

"court death!"

The black dragon's roar shook the surrounding miasma, and it suddenly arched its body and charged towards Cedric, who was dozens of meters away!

Its massive body smashed through the rubble blocking its path; its immense strength was the most lethal weapon, capable of easily crushing a human body into dust.

Its sharp teeth gleamed coldly, aimed directly at Cedric's face.

He wanted to bite the sorcerer's head off and crush all his schemes!

Cedric felt the magical field around him tremble incessantly under the black dragon's charge, and the pale gold binding wing patterns were even cracking slightly.

His heart sank.

The dragon's magic resistance far exceeded expectations, and the four layers of restraints were almost unable to contain this raging beast.

If he were killed by this dragon, Malcolm would likely be able to immediately remove the magical effects from his body.

Cedric raised his hand to support the trembling staff, his withered fingertips touching the crystal at the top of the staff.

"Black Dragon, in the name of the Great Sage of the Old Kingdom of Elia, I hereby put you on trial!"

"Malcolm, your time has come!"

Malcolm's vertical pupils showed no fear whatsoever, only a venomous mockery surging within them.

Deep down, he scoffed to the extreme.

Trial?

A mage who is about to be crushed into mincemeat by him, relying on his last bit of magic to prolong his life, does he even deserve to talk about judgment?

What about the great sage of old Elijah?

That country, which he had already burned to ashes, should be a place where even the dead should grovel before his claws.

He recalled the scene when he razed the royal city of Elia, the cries of the people, the pleas of the mages, and the despair of the royal family.

The black dragon detests the rise of the weak!

I hate the Kingdom of Elia, I hate the Crimson Empire, I hate the Holy Radiance Empire, and I despise all the nations on this continent founded by the weak.

His massive body almost crushed Cedric.

It was as if I could already see the monk's head being bitten to pieces, his blood and bones splattering on the stone path.

His true dragon body was indestructible, and even with the magic still wrapped around him, it did not diminish his obsession with tearing the person in front of him apart.

Anyway, it only takes a little more effort to turn this ridiculous trial into the most tragic ending.

Unfortunately, the dragon claw slammed down, only to crash into a pale blue phantom that suddenly rippled outwards.

The phantom shattered, and Cedric's figure had already drifted down into the knightly ranks dozens of meters away.

The old monk still leaned on his staff, his silver-white hair, ruffled by the shockwave, gently falling down.

His face showed no sign of exhaustion, only a calm and composed demeanor.

It was as if the near-death experience just now was nothing more than a trivial matter, and the dragon claw that could have crushed an ordinary mage was nothing more than a breeze brushing past his shoulder.

Malcolm's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and his dragon head whirled sharply, pinpointing Cedric's location with pinpoint accuracy.

Damn it, he can't fly, but that damned mage has the ability to teleport!

His inner violence intensified.

Ignoring the magical restraints that had not yet completely shattered around it, the massive dragon body suddenly spun around, about to charge at that composed figure once again.

But just as the dragon's wings flapped, a bone-chilling cold suddenly assaulted him from the side of his neck.

A profound sense of impending death completely enveloped him like a tidal wave!

That golden, sharp light was unstoppable, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Karen burst out from the side!

Enveloped in dazzling golden light, he swung the Miracle Creation: Excalibur in his hand fiercely down towards Malcolm's unsuspecting neck.

The holy light of Excalibur cleaved into the black dragon's neck scales, creating a deep, bone-revealing wound!

The dense dragon scales shattered and flew everywhere, and scalding, thick black dragon blood gushed out like a waterfall, falling into the muddy swamp.

"Damn bug, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

This sword strike nearly severed Malcolm's neck, missing his dragon bones by mere millimeters!

Black Dragon winced in pain, his dark vertical pupils suddenly widening, the surging violence and agony within them diverting his hatred.

"I'll tear you apart! Crush your bones! Drink your blood dry! I'll make you pay a price worse than death for this sword!"

An invisible repulsive force slammed into Karen, and before she could dissipate the force, she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

Karen felt an immense force, like Mount Tai pressing down on her, and her sword-wielding arm went numb from the shock. She had no time to react at all!

His body crashed into the distant rocky cliff like a kite with a broken string, then slammed hard against a withered tree in the distance. He let out a muffled groan and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Karen didn't have the same high magic resistance as the black dragon Malcolm, nor did she have the defensive magic like [Mage Armor] and [Protective Energy] that Cedric possessed to protect herself. When hit by Malcolm's magic, she could only rely on sheer willpower to withstand it.

This is what a noble mage is like.

Those knights only need to pray they aren't hit by magic, but we spellcasters have to consider many things, such as which spell is better to use.

Malcolm's revenge is far from over!