RBCT Chapter 418 - 327: Defeating the Entire Undead Legion with the Power of One Dragon
Chapter 418 - 327: Defeating the Entire Undead Legion with the Power of One Dragon
The Necromancer’s orders spread throughout the undead legion.
The Skeleton Giant Beasts, just repelled, let out a silent roar.
Ignoring the wounds from their broken claws, they once again took steps as heavy as hills. Using their massive bodies and remaining bone arms, they furiously crashed into Galos, intending to use sheer weight and impact to limit its movement, while two other Skeleton Giant Beasts closed in.
A total of three Skeleton Giant Beasts entangled the Red Iron Dragon with their constant fragmentation.
At the same time, innumerable Skeleton Warriors began to morph and assemble with startling efficiency.
Under the Necromancer’s exquisite control, they did not charge chaotically but operated like precision machinery.
The front row of Skeleton Warriors plunged their massive bone shields fiercely into the ground, while the warriors in the back tread upon the shoulder bones of those in the front, stacking second and third layers of bone shields, reinforcing and bonding them with negative energy.
Within just a few breaths.
Behind the Red Iron Dragon, and on its left and right sides, several walls composed of layers of ghastly white bone shields stood erect.
The undead swarm, under the enhancement of negative energy, seemed to merge into a singular entity, fortified to surpass steel.
In the gaps between the bone shields, the long spears of Death Knights protruded, along with various weapons of the Skeleton Warriors, resembling an iron hedgehog. They acted like a mobile fortress, performing a siege, pressing towards the central Dragon.
The rotting group of ghouls acted as the cheapest cannon fodder.
Unconcerned about the shattered remains of their trampled fellows, they howled and writhed, frenziedly launching themselves at the limbs and abdomen of the Red Iron Dragon. Should they perish, they would self-destruct, using corpse poison and pure decaying flesh to defile and hinder the mighty scale armor.
Even more ghouls climbed upwards like a human pyramid, forming a nauseating mound of rotten meat.
In the sky, the Wailing Banshees completely abandoned thoughts of physical attacks. Their figures darted swiftly through the air, leaving behind trails of illusory afterimages. Their soul-piercing screams, sharp enough to instantly cause brain death in the living, surged repeatedly in waves, assaulting the head of the Red Iron Dragon.
The entire battlefield was completely submerged by undead creatures.
From a high vantage point, only a frenziedly writhing grey-white ocean could be seen, with the Red Iron Dragon entirely submerged.
"Steady, steady."
Phillips tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile.
Undead fighting individually were not formidable, but under his control, when different units cooperated perfectly, augmented by various types of magic, they were capable of encircling and slaughtering any enemies below Legendary tier.
This unusual Red Iron Dragon would be no exception... The Necromancer’s soul fire flickered, his gaze narrowing.
Crackle! Crackle!
Under the Necromancer’s solemn gaze, golden lightning darted through the countless gaps between the undead, accompanied by the friction of countless bones that couldn’t drown out the exuberant and soaring sound.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The cage formed by innumerable undead creatures continuously bulged outward, as if hammered by four massive arms with explosive force. Negative energy scattered, and the seemingly impenetrable cage began to reveal fissures.
Slash!
A pair of dragon wings, vast enough to blot out the sky and sun, immediately cut through the toughest bone wall, simultaneously spinning in a slashing motion, ascending into the sky amid a shower of countless shattered bones and decayed flesh.
The Red Iron Dragon hovered in mid-air, with most of its scales already having shed.
The Necromancer didn’t feel pleased about this, for he could clearly see that beneath the outwardly broken scale armor, there was an additional layer of black-red Dragon Scale, covered with coarse, crisscrossed cracks.
Battle Scar Pattern?!
Ordinary people might not recognize it.
But Phillips, once a Legendary, naturally knew the significance of those patterns.
An enlarged form, enwrapped with golden lightning, the Giant Dragon soared in mid-air, then fiercely fell to earth, crushing a zone full of undead in the vicinity.
Simultaneously, the Red Iron Dragon stood upright.
It took a deep breath, with electricity crackling around it, its chest, clad in thick scale armor, swelling abruptly while opening its dragon maw.
Golden lightning and scarlet flames intercrossed and danced between its dragon teeth.
With the growth of Galos and the development of his exuberant state, a spherical Flame Thunder Dragon Breath in this state had been converted into a raging flood. Although it wasn’t as thermally enhanced as the Destructive Dragon Breath, it was far superior to usual Dragon Breath.
Whoosh!
The Giant Dragon slightly lowered its head, unleashing the Dragon Breath.
The Flame Thunder generated by the mixture of flames and lightning formed a massive fan-shaped torrent, erupting from its mouth and instantly engulfing everything in front of it!
Zzzz——!!!
The sound of severe vaporization, comparable to cold water being poured into boiling oil, became the main theme of the battlefield.
First to be hit were the Skeleton Giant Beasts, whose bodies, assembled from countless sturdy bones, fell fragile before this torrent of lightning and flames, as if wax statues tossed into a steel furnace.
Upon contact, the bones constituting the giant beasts dissolved and vaporized rapidly, like snow in the blazing sun.
The giant beasts, having previously withstood attacks from Galos and constantly shattered and reformed, vanished just like that.
Subsequently, it was the bone shield walls, built by masses of skeletons and negative energy that was thought to be indestructible.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Like inferior paperboards pierced by red-hot branding irons, the layered bone shields could not withstand the Flame Thunder torrent, getting molten and vaporized, while the Skeleton Warriors hiding behind the bone shields were directly vaporized.
The breath, undeterred, swept away a large circle of undead creatures, continuing unsparingly as a scythe of death that carved a terrifying trench on the ground, smoldering with rolling white smoke and dark red cinders.
Within the trench, all undead, whether skeletons or ghouls, turned to ashes and vanished.
The ground was scorched into a crystalline glass-like state.
Against these undead, fire attribute energy attacks were more effective than physical damage.
Realizing this, the Red Iron Dragon’s movements did not pause.
Its gigantic head slightly turned, and the destructive torrent resembled a divine spirit wielding a whip of light, sweeping horizontally following its line of sight.
Wherever it swept, thorough purification followed.
The nauseating twisted ghoul meat mound? Reduced to ashes!
The wailing banshees hovering in the sky? When the Flame Thunder swept the skies, the banshees’ semi-transparent bodies evaporated completely, unable to emit even a scream.
Countless Skeleton Warriors and ghoul swarm, under the Dragon Breath’s horizontal sweep, were erased like pencil drawings by an eraser.
Vanished piece by piece!
The entire left wing of the undead legion, within just ten seconds, was entirely wiped out by the Red Iron Dragon’s breath, leaving a massive crystalline zone steaming on the battlefield.
Previously, the dense concentration of forces to ambush the Red Iron Dragon resulted in heavy casualty.