Evolving Silver Dragon-Chapter 402 - : 420 Heavy Losses_1
Chapter 402: 420 Heavy Losses_1
After a round of breath, Frostfire looked at the miserable condition of the Magic Guards in front of him. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his burning front claw burning with a dark blue flame, and then a disdainful and hideous grin appeared on his face.
Thinking that these lowly beings dare to challenge the great Purgatory Demon Dragon, they really don’t know how the word ‘death’ is written.
If these idiots continue to perform like this, the great Purgatory Demon Dragon might not even need to bother too much personally. Frostfire and the Undead Dragons beneath him would be enough to deal with these guys.
Thinking of this, Frostfire took another deep breath, preparing for the second round of breath sweeps.
Gradually, some Undead Dragons flew near Frostfire, and they too followed their leader taking a deep breath.
For dragons, breath weapons are always the simplest way to attack. Even as Undead Dragons, this was no exception.
At the same time, the Magic Guards’ joint spells continued preparations, and more thick dark clouds appeared above Frostfire and the other Undead Dragons.
There were quite a few fireballs and gales, but as more and more Undead Dragons took to the sky, the pressure on Frostfire decreased.
However, because of his previous actions, Frostfire was still the main target of the Magic Guards.
“Die, filthy Undead Dragon! You must pay for Tarick’s death!”
Similar angry roars were not uncommon among the Magic Guards, but Frostfire didn’t care about them.
Just as humans don’t care about how many ants they step on, Frostfire wouldn’t bother remembering how many insignificant humans he killed either.
But these ‘insignificant beings’ had a painful counterattack. After taking two consecutive thunderbolts, Frostfire quickly flapped his wings and dodged a huge fireball with agility.
Then, his second-round breath weapon was ready. The massive dark blue flames filled his mouth, reaching the critical point.
Around him, other Undead Dragons, except for one or two unlucky ones who had their wings hit by the Magic Guards’ joint spells, were mostly ready with their breath weapons as well.
“ROAR!!!”
For a moment, the sky was filled with various dragon roars, and terrifying breaths interwoven and filled the whole sky.
Looking up, the entire blue sky became colorful and dazzlingly beautiful.
However, to the Magic Guards experiencing it, what they went through was far from as beautiful as it looked.
In the various breath baptisms, a large number of Magic Guards fell from the sky like dumplings.
Even for the wealthy and powerful Stania, this was a hard-to-accept outcome.
From the current situation, these Magic Guards were clearly no match for Undead Dragons on the battlefield.
To alleviate this awkward situation, the best way was to reduce their magic output to the Cannon of Truth and transfer those outputs to Stania’s shield.
With the help of the shield, the Magic Guards’ pressure could be greatly reduced.
But this choice was unacceptable to the people inside the Mage’s Spire, at least not until Otto was completely eradicated by the Beam of Truth.
However, Chris and Paton were extremely anxious now. Many of their students were among the fallen Magic Guards.
Seeing these promising seeds die here so cheaply made the two old men’s hearts bleed.
Mentor’s incessant chatter continued to increase the psychological pressure on the two old men.
Finally fed up with him, Chris slapped his chair’s armrest, and a complex and exquisite magic array passed through his body, swiftly flying toward Mentor.
“Wait, what are you trying to do to me?”
Before Mentor could protest any further, the originally intangible magic array touched him, and it quickly tangled around him like sturdy ropes, binding him to a pillar behind him.
“Bastards! You dare to treat me like this? Are you tired of living? Once I return to our family’s territory…ohhh…”
Before the angry Mentor could finish his threat, a harmless Light Ball was directly stuffed into his mouth.
Even though Mentor tried his best, in the end, all he could do was emit muffled sobs and drool, unable to do anything else.
With Mentor’s loud mouth silenced, the Mage’s Spire finally quieted down. Paton and Chris could now focus completely on Otto.
From the beginning, Lady Bauhinia had been staying in the Spire, remaining low-key to the point that Paton and Chris almost ignored this top-tier beauty.
At this time, she carefully observed the actions of the two white-bearded Grand Mages. Once she confirmed that they wouldn’t notice her for the time being, she slowly walked over to Mentor and carefully comforted him as he struggled.
Due to Mentor’s restless movements, numerous small wounds had formed on his body.
Meanwhile, Paton and Chris focused solely on how to kill Otto.
With their further manipulations, the output of the Beam of Truth intensified, and correspondingly Stania’s height began to slowly decline further.
At the same time, beads of sweat covered Paton and Chris’s foreheads as they took a great risk with their current decision.
Stania’s altitude was now very low, and if it continued to decrease, they would soon enter the attack range of many undead creatures, such as Witch Demons or Wraiths.
The Black Dragon and numerous Undead Dragons were still not dealt with, and if more undead creatures were added, Stania’s troubles would intensify.
Fortunately, the output of the Cannon of Truth had reached its peak, and Chris believed the Black Dragon wouldn’t last much longer.
Chris stroked his long beard with his hand, feeling a bit relieved.
If he guessed correctly, that damned Black Dragon should only be a skeleton by now!
Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to see the Black Dragon’s current miserable condition; perhaps it could alleviate his grief over losing so many beloved students.
So, his finger flicked with a strange magical glow in the air, and soon the earlier magical screen reappeared before him.
Before long, the screen’s image focused on Otto.
At the same time, Chris’s old face instantly turned deathly pale…
