Capítulo 1888: Chapter 614: Supreme Powerhouse Grand Party_3
The upper magic dragons had no chance to unleash their signature skills before they ended up dead.
A rookie, even with millions of Gold Coins, would only end up losing to the hands of seasoned gamblers.
Seeing the Blood River Commander Nirwinke so recklessly kill his own brother, the somewhat hesitant Dragon Prince Alandron gritted his teeth and bet everything he had.
The inherent talent of the upper magic dragons was initially reserved for dealing with the Seven-Colored Dragon and the Fairy Dragon, but now it couldn’t wait; Alandron could not just stand by and watch his brother die tragically!
Two “Blades of Judgment,” like silver fans, suddenly appeared in the air, swiftly shooting forward like arrows.
The vibrantly colored elemental blades gradually solidified from the ethereal, releasing billowing black particle waves with each roll, vaguely tearing through space and time, carving out a clear dark path leading toward the massive body of Nirwinke.
At such a close distance, Nirwinke had no chance of dodging the “Blade of Judgment.” Though he hastily unleashed several spells to intercept, the unstoppable “Blade of Judgment” was too powerful—piercing the muscles with explosive sound, slicing through Nirwinke’s abdomen and emerging from his lower back.
Dragon Prince Alandron felt both relieved and frustrated.
I used it, but why did Tristan also use the “Blade of Judgment”? Alandron wanted to curse but couldn’t open his mouth; seeing Motu and Shalfin fall in battle, it was understandable that Marquis Tristan of the Night Shadow Dragon and he simultaneously attacked to intercept Nirwinke.
However, this sneak attack on Aegean Dragon City involved three pairs of upper magic dragons, and before even facing Aegean Dragon City, the most threatening secret skill of the Night Shadow Dragon was already exhausted.
With a nearly sky-high height and massive build, the killing power of the “Blade of Judgment” was greatly reduced on Nirwinke, although it cut through the abdomen from front to back, leaving an almost meter-long gash, which should have been fatal for anyone. Yet, Nirwinke remained alive, not only alive but robustly bouncing.
However, after taking such a heavy hit, Nirwinke finally stopped advancing. As it retreated, the remaining Netherworld Beasts followed suit.
Pitch-black blood gushed from the gaping wound in Nirwinke’s abdomen, with intestines hanging from the Blood River Commander’s waist.
In the midst of sharp gasping, Nirwinke pushed his exposed intestines back into place.
This seemingly invincible scene even amazed Old Liu standing nearby.
The Aegean Natives were dumbfounded and horrified, yet slightly relieved that they didn’t have to face such an indomitable foe.
“Damn Nirwinke, why do you attack us magic dragons unprovoked?” Dragon Prince Alandron cursed bitterly, realizing at this point that the magic dragons were unjustly suffering from an unexpected calamity, as the scattered Netherworld Beast carcasses and Aegean Dragon remnants in the central forest basin connected all the prior happenings for him.
Nirwinke completely ignored the Dragon Prince, raising a finger to shoot a gray mist of freezing air onto the abdominal wound.
The bleeding from its belly immediately stopped, but now Nirwinke’s pupils began to bleed.
Coming to the Aegean Continent this once, Nirwinke had almost exhausted its most capable followers, and faced with such a dire situation, any ruler—no matter how composed—would lose their cool.
Dragon Prince Alandron closed his lips tightly, knowing that anything spoken now would be futile.
With Motu dead and fourteen magic dragons perishing in battle, failing to avenge this would be impossible for Alandron; this grudge was irreconcilable!
Likewise, with Nirwinke’s intestines pierced and its already scarce followers largely wiped out by the magic dragons, and the path back to the Netherworld being blocked by the magic dragons, this enmity was equally irreconcilable for the Blood River Commander!
Alandron and Nirwinke both fixed their vengeful gazes silently on all the Aegean Natives.
Wenger’s incantation ended with a lingering, drooping final note.
The rainbow bridge in the sky exploded with an extraordinarily brilliant halo, and after the dazzling shimmer faded, a peculiar creature with a lion’s head, dragon’s body, crown-like mane, sapphire-like scales, and flesh wings appeared under Aegean’s sky.
Sensing the intense fluctuation of elemental tides in the space, the magic dragons and Nether Beasts both looked on.
The Gryphon of the Aegean Continent? Some foolhardy young magic dragons wondered.
Nirwinke’s heart sank completely; never having eaten a Larza Beast but having seen one run, this creature resembling a Gryphon was surely a powerful dragon from the most mysterious realm, “Dragon Realm,” the legendary Castle Lion Dragon!
Leo turned to glance at the Ibrahim couple, now uncertain about what to do next—who should be attacked first?
The Ibrahim couple rolled their eyes fiercely, unsure of their next move either.
The “Space-Time Rift” erupted once more, and under the leadership of two Six-winged Heavenly Kings and four Dreadlords, the majestic, unstoppable elite Demon Clan troops descended upon the sky above the Southern Cross Star Forest.
If trees had eyes, the deepest canyon of the Southern Cross Star Forest would surely be filled today.
Recent updates have been irregular, firstly because I’ve been busy buying a house, and secondly because my employers from Taiwan came to the mainland to start a company, so I went to Shenzhen for support. I’m now typing this in a hotel in Shenzhen, abandoning nightlife temptations for this.
Tomorrow, I’m going to Beijing to attend Tang’s wedding. Once all of this is settled, updates will return to normal.
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