Chapter 413 Let go of that girl (5)

Bone dragon, exploded.

That's right, an explosion.

This is the Undead Witch... bah, it's the Undead Witch... no, that's not right, it's a special and extremely powerful skill recorded in the Book of the Dead, belonging to the Undead Mage.

This skill has an extremely short activation time, consumes almost no mana, and has extremely terrifying destructive power.

However, every time self-destruction is used, one of the undead creatures created by oneself will be consumed, which can be regarded as a consumable skill. Moreover, the power of self-destruction is also closely related to the grade and strength of the undead creature itself.

The bone dragon is undoubtedly one of the most powerful types of all undead creatures. Coupled with its legendary rank, the power of its self-detonation can be imagined.

There was only a loud rumbling sound, and in an instant, the earthquake came.

The extremely violent impact instantly swept towards the Holy Father in front of him. It was so close that even with the Holy Father's strength, he had no time to dodge. Even the next large-scale destructive magic he was preparing was interrupted.

Moreover, the angle of the bone dragon's self-destruction was just right. It exploded from the side, and the Holy Father's huge body became a natural shield for Mirabelle. Before the Holy Father's body was torn into pieces, the little elf queen would not suffer any harm.

With a buzzing sound, he felt a terrifying force hitting his chest directly, creating ripples on his obese body. His strong upper body couldn't help but lean backwards. He just wanted to steady himself again.

There was a second explosion.

Then came the third sound...

The fourth tone, the fifth tone...

That's a bone dragon.

Undead creature of the highest grade.

Something that requires the skeleton of a giant dragon and careful refining to make actually exploded. Although he was an enemy, the Holy Father still couldn't help but want to scold that little bastard. This was really too extravagant.

I have never seen such a luxurious guy in my life.

Even the high priest of the elves, or the pope of the seven orthodox religions, could not be so cool and carefree.

After all, even if all the bones of the bone dragon were taken apart and sold, each bone would be worth a lot of money. In this instant, at least a dozen bone dragons exploded in front of the Holy Father. It is estimated that the bones of these dozen bone dragons could buy an entire city.

Even the Holy Father could not withstand the impact of so many bone dragons exploding at the same time. His huge body could no longer be stabilized and he stepped back several steps, leaving a deep footprint on the altar with each step.

The fat on his body could no longer dissipate all the strength as before. The surging and chaotic energy turned into the sharpest knife in the world, leaving a long wound between the Saint's chest and abdomen, which was bleeding profusely.

The violent energy flowed directly into the Holy Father's body through the wound.

Poor wound, it was getting bigger and bigger under the ravages of this chaotic energy, and the internal organs were directly crushed into meat paste. Under the crazy squeezing, the internal organs turned into meat paste and flowed out along the esophagus and the mouth of the Holy Father.

The altar beneath him suffered a devastating blow, with large areas of it collapsing.

All the huge rocks were turned into fine powder, like a desert.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

The deafening sound of the explosion still echoed in the Holy Father's heart.

At this moment, the Holy Father was almost numb, but the bone dragon was still exploding recklessly.

On the ground, those so-called holy messengers were not like the Holy Father. Their bodies could not withstand the impact of the bone dragon's explosion and they were all turned into powder in an instant.

In the sky, several skull dragons exploded at the same time. The violent energy turned into a tsunami that swept across the sky. Eyeballs exploded one after another, and sticky scarlet liquid fell like raindrops.

Until this moment, the Holy Father finally understood what kind of enemy he was facing this time.

When the Holy Father first saw the young man, he didn't take him seriously at all. Although his strength was pretty good, it was not as good as the elf he had encountered before.

Even that powerful elf would have to run away when facing this Holy Father? After so many days, he received many gifts from the Father God and his strength increased significantly.

In the eyes of the Holy Father, if he encounters that elf again, the elf will not even have a chance to escape and will have to stay here and become a holy messenger or pathetic food.

That's right. When facing this young man whose strength was slightly inferior to that of the elf, the Holy Father always held the mentality that the advantage was in his hands and did not think that he might lose at all.

It was not until this moment that he finally understood how the enemy he faced this time was different from that elf.

He has more money.

He has countless wealth.

Even a priceless treasure like a bone dragon can be made at will.

The mountain breeze blew, sweeping away the dust in the air.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When his vision was restored and he looked around, the Saint's expression became even gloomier. He did not notice the young man. Rather, there was nothing in front of him.

All the holy messengers turned into powder covering the ground, and not a single one was left for him.

At this moment, he truly became a commander without troops.

This scene made the Holy Father's lips move constantly. He wanted to roar angrily, but his mouth was filled with fragments of internal organs.

The entire mountain was razed to the ground, and all the buildings made of huge stones were completely destroyed. Nothing was left. Even the huge and solid altar was completely turned into a small mound, and the broken statue was nowhere to be found.

Such a scene made the Holy Father's body tremble continuously. After finally spitting out all the internal organs, the Holy Father's throat was filled with strange roars.

He swore that no matter what the cost, he would tear that little bastard into pieces.

In extreme anger, the Holy Father could not help but clench his hands. Fearing that Mirabelle would escape, the Holy Father's right hand was still holding Mirabelle's wrist. This time, he suddenly exerted force, and Mirabelle felt her wrist creaking.

The wrist bones were crushed directly.

The beautiful white right hand lost its support and drooped down.

It was so painful, but Mirabelle didn't make a sound from beginning to end, letting the sweat caused by the severe pain soak her clothes.

She must not make any sound. Any movement might wake up the Holy Father from his wrath. Once the Holy Father wakes up, it will be very disadvantageous to the hero who saved him.

Just out of Mirabelle's eye, Ron's figure appeared silently.

His right hand was raised high, piercing through the scarlet body of the Death Fly Spear, which Ron grasped tightly in his palm, the sharp tip of the spear flashing with an eerie light.

The next moment, a spear suddenly chopped down from mid-air: "Asshole, let go of that girl!"

Here is Chapter 5, time to go to bed.

(End of this chapter)