Black Dragon Code

The fighting method returned to the starting point after going around in a circle, but there was an extra Azriel in the middle. Monet rushed over, Caesar controlled the distance and retreated in time, the Lord of Hell waited to attack, and then when Monet rushed to Azriel, he turned into a black dragon waiting for an opportunity.

In the aura where all things mourn, Monet's nine-colored dragon head is like a peacock spreading its tail, and it stands in front of the eyes. The faintly rippling aura of divine power is like a tide. When its power explodes, it rises and spreads in waves. The material strength of the gravel and scorched earth is unbearable. Stamped by this monster, large areas were cracked and collapsed, and Monet had already begun to evolve in the direction of the true god, which doubled the pressure on his opponent.

Under the divine power, even the dust is not allowed to raise its head.

The energy is on the verge of the critical value where the main material world can sleep, and Monet will have the ability to break the four laws that stabilize the material world and cause huge damage to the material plane. Of course, it will also be forced by the will of the world at that time. Suppress, drive out of this plane.

Can't delay! Caesar gave a dragon roar, and it was already difficult enough to cope with the current situation, and Monet was still gradually strengthening because of the melting and casting of fragments of the godhead, which was not a strength they could face directly.

The cobweb-shaped cracks on the black dragon's chest were all extinguished at once, and then the fusion furnace squeezed the energy into his body like a tide, and rushed out, colliding with Monet's gradually forming divine power, the fusion radiation of the evil dragon and Monet's weak divine power Squeeze back and forth, and finally annihilate invisible.

"You react quite quickly."

Standing next to Caesar, Azriels said, feeling a little relieved: "I just discovered that it is building a temporary domain, and wants to fight in the way of a god by manipulating the rules. Freeze the frame, and the domain will take effect."

This was something Caesar did not expect. He just felt that Monet was getting stronger, trying to gather energy to injure the opponent again, but before he could explode the energy of the fusion furnace, a chain reaction had already occurred.

"You don't want to escape, do you?" Caesar glanced at the Lord of Hell.

Before Azriel could respond, Monet had already pounced on him again. The long tail, which had always been weak in existence, suddenly hooked Caesar, and he threw himself upwards with his limbs on the ground, pulling the fifty-meter-long black dragon vertically. When it got up, it looked back at the three dragon heads and let out a hissing roar. The poisonous mist, petrification and ice all acted on Caesar.

The Lord of Hell followed quickly, but Monet, who was at a high altitude, stirred up the atmosphere and set off a storm visible to the naked eye. Mountains roared and tsunamis shot out, and the bursting air waves knocked Azriel back. Surrounded by flames, Sis growled and tried to tear the hurricane apart, but the gale spun around and remained unmoved.

"Trash." Caesar scolded him, but the hidden worries and worries were dispelled a lot. It can be seen that Azriel has tried his best. This is due to the nature of energy being suppressed by Monet, which has little effect. .

The black dragon arched its back, and its fifty-meter-long body was extremely flexible. It turned over and grabbed Monet to wrap around its own tail. The tip of its claws penetrated into Monet's scales. Caesar's claws could easily tear steel, but only Monet was torn apart. Nai's scales and the monster's muscles can't be helped, but the hoop is even tighter.

Although Caesar is calm and unhurried, the situation is actually quite critical. The half of his body that receives Monet's breath has been petrified and frozen, completely losing control, and the scope of this critical situation continues to expand.

The main material world is far higher than imagined. Monet grabbed the black dragon and went straight into the clouds. The vast sky is nearby, and the mountains below him rise and fall.

Nice place.

"Goodbye." Caesar said, the energy that was stored but not released finally detonated.

Time seems to stand still,

In a space where ordinary people cannot see, some liquid substance oozes from the toe tip of Caesar's right paw, which is held by Monet, like black blood beads, seeping into Monet's muscles.

The next moment, it was an explosion.

The excruciating pain in his body made Monet look terrified, and before he had time to react, an incomparable blazing light flashed instantly.

Light, engulfs everything.

The clouds were immediately dispersed and evaporated into nothingness. A mushroom-shaped fireball appeared at the top of the sky. Its bottom was bright white, and its crown was a vibrant red. The fireball burned violently in the air, flowing from bottom to top, continuously Expansion expands.

The sound slowed down by a beat, and the deafening roar didn't come until this time, the shock wave like a water-patterned mirror followed like a shadow, following the rumbling sound wave, sweeping all directions, and after that, the fireball gradually extinguished and transformed into a flowing gray mushroom thick smoke.

Hundreds of fiery things descended from the sky, drawing trails of smoke in the already unclear sky.

It was the fragments of Monet's wounded body that had been blasted to pieces. To be on the safe side, Caesar released the Clean Ground while detonating it. Monet was tantamount to resisting the blow with his body in an unprotected state. Even the mountain-like body was torn apart.

Of course, Caesar was also affected. Although he was prepared, the distance caused him to suffer an injury that was only slightly worse than that of Monet. At the moment of the explosion, his brain went blank, and his consciousness did not recover from a trance until he fell to the ground. .

The petrified freeze had disappeared, replaced by more serious injuries. His right claw that released the attack was gone, and only a mass of charred and smoking blood remained at the end.

Monet's life and death are unknown, but seeing Azriels approaching quickly, Caesar didn't relax his vigilance, turned over like a cat, and at the same time adjusted his body to use stress hormones to regenerate at a high speed.

"miracle."

Azriels cast a surprised look at Caesar, and he did not hesitate to praise: "This kind of energy explosion has reached the critical point of a demigod, which is quite unbelievable, evil dragon, you are stronger than I imagined, after all How did you do it?"

Caesar looked forward indifferently. This time, he had gone too far, and his mood couldn't get any better. What's worse, Monet didn't die.

Monet, who was covered in scars, walked out of the flames step by step. Now only four of his nine heads were left like peacocks, and all of them were wounded. Half of his face, like a golden dragon, was burnt and still bleeding. But this monster is still fierce: "Dragon! I will tear off your wings, break your fragile bones, and squeeze your eyeballs out of your head!"

Caesar rarely used the combat ability test device. The result of the test showed that although Monet suffered heavy injuries, his combat power was not affected too much, and it was still fluctuating around 10,000.

How can I fight this?

"It won't last long." Just as Caesar was hesitating, Azriels came to him and looked at Monet solemnly: "Evil Dragon, do you still have the strength to stand up?"

"good."

Caesar said, "What are you going to do? Don't think I can do another attack like that."

"No," said Azriel. "Remember how we killed that little snake? Do it again."

The black dragon turned to look at him, and found that Azriel's face was gradually disappearing, turning into a huge blazing pillar of fire.

Caesar understood, stood up, and the fifty-meter-long giant black dragon stood up, stretched out his right claw that had healed in a short time, and pierced into the pillar of fire that went straight into the sky.

A 30-meter burning blade suddenly took shape, and the flames flowed from the sword grid to Caesar's body, covering the black dragon's armor-like scales with a layer of flame carvings.

Caesar grasped the flaming blade, and the flames surged, swinging the blade and cutting diagonally.

The black line reappeared, the mountains shook, the second, third, fourth...

Flesh turned to ashes, bones turned to dust.