Chapter 554: Death of the Ice Dragon
Having been knocked back once, Groselle, who was both physically and mentally prepared, finally withstood the attack from the frost dragon that dropped from the sky.
He simply threw away the useless giant sword, stretched out both hands, and pressed the shoulders beside the ice dragon's neck like a strong man fighting in a bar. One hand even pressed into the injured part of the opponent. He ignored the cold blue blood that froze his arm, dug his feet into the ground, and used all his strength to prevent Yurisan from moving forward even a little bit.
The enraged beast roared, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down, aiming at the vulnerable back of Groselle's neck as he engaged it in close combat.
Click——
Groselle dodged the fatal blow with agility disproportionate to his size. He continued to stretch his hands forward and raised them high, lifting the dragon's upper body off the ground. The dragon's two thick hind legs dug traces of varying depths on the ice, but for a moment, he was helpless against this stubborn giant.
Whoosh, bang.
As the man and the dragon were in a stalemate, Siatas drew her bow again and shot an arrow that resembled a "gathering storm". Together with Angel's enhanced shot, it hit the dragon's right shoulder, which was no longer protected by its ice armor, causing its newly frozen wound to experience the same process of explosion, bleeding, and freezing again.
Longzel, the Punishment Knight, who was observing the battlefield with sharp eyes, fixed his gaze on the side. He noticed the fragility of Jurisian's wound and pointed forward with his left hand, which was not holding the sword. He spoke:
"die!"
This ancient Hermetic language carried unparalleled power, like an invisible hammer hitting the dragon's right shoulder. The repeatedly injured wound caved in with a "pop", and the blue icy blood turned into black, representing death. The flesh underneath withered and fell off, revealing the translucent bones inside that were as cold as ice.
“Ouch—”
The "King of the North" let out a scream and suddenly exerted force with his hind legs, pushing the giant Groselle, who was originally evenly matched with him, backwards. He supported himself on the ground with his uninjured left arm, stretched his huge mouth forward, and a new icy flame brewed in his throat.
Swoosh, a compressed incandescent fireball flew out of nowhere at lightning speed, heading towards the dragon's mouth. Jurisian had no choice but to stop spitting and turn his head to avoid it. The incandescent fireball narrowly missed its neck, and its speed suddenly slowed down, almost hovering.
Good opportunity!
Klein, holding a revolver also loaded with Angel's "Gathering Storm," had been looking for an opportunity. Seeing that the fireball was in an ideal position, he snapped his fingers and detonated the fragile sphere inside.
Boom! Snowflakes flew everywhere, and a small sun appeared in the cold sky. Scorching flames rushed towards Yurisan's neck from behind, melting his thick ice armor and revealing the soft neck scales.
Taking this opportunity, Groselle, who had been pushed away, faced the dragon again, supported its shoulders, and pinned Jurisian, who was taller than him, down to his spot.
Siatas nocked another arrow. The ascetic praised the gods, wishing to bestow a blessing upon the elven singer. Angel practically banished the surrounding storm. Klein whispered to her about the upcoming tactics. Edwina produced a small mirror from somewhere, the image of the "King of the North" already reflected in it. After throwing the fireball, Anderson slipped behind the dragon, raised his black dagger, and waited for an opportunity to pierce its neck...
Jurisian, who hadn't yet reached the level of a demigod, was about to perish under the siege of numerous Sequence 5 Beyonders...
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
The extremely cold storm that was raging around them, howling in everyone's ears, suddenly stopped. The brief silence made everyone feel a little uneasy. Angel's strengthened ice-blue eyes had returned to normal. She was the first to feel the change in temperature. She frowned and shouted:
"Groselle, get out of the way!"
"call--"
The cold air blew out suddenly from the place where the ice dragon and the giant came into contact. The snowflakes that had been driven out by Angel were carried back to the scene by the strong wind, almost drowning out the figures of everyone. As the ice-blue light surged, a halo quickly spread out from under the feet of the ice dragon.
Groselle was the first to be swept by it, and before he could even retreat, he was frozen from bottom to top into an ice sculpture. After that, it was Longzel, who was wearing heavy armor and was unable to dodge.
Bang, Angel took one step forward, and a frost ring appeared under his feet. This ice ring, which was not so blue and not so thick, surged forward and resisted the dragon's attack, but after a stalemate of less than a second, it merged with the other party and attacked the cave exit with a more ferocious momentum.
"God said, it is invalid."
Snowman's face was calm, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, his scarred arm firm and unwavering.
The frost ring that almost reached his body seemed to lose a layer of color under his "notarization" and became almost transparent. The low temperature that could freeze a person from the inside out also became milder and no longer fatal.
Seeing the right opportunity, Angel took the initiative to move forward, approached the ice ring, and activated "Frost Control" again, finally successfully gaining control of this power. The ice ring close to the ground cleverly bypassed everyone, gradually spreading behind him, freezing the ground into a solid ice surface, but did not hurt anyone.
But Anderson, who was looking for an opportunity behind the giant dragon Jurisian, was not so lucky. In a hurry, he summoned a spear flowing with liquid flames and thrust it in front of him, splitting the weakened ice ring in two. He successfully avoided the same fate as Groselle, but was discovered by the vigilant ice dragon. Its long and strong tail swept across, sweeping the "strongest hunter" away and smashing him into the blizzard, where he disappeared without a trace.
His "sacrifice" gave Klein a brief opportunity. Under Angel's caress, invisible threads appeared all over his body. They served as spell materials, allowing the witch's invisibility to take effect on him. The figure of the newly promoted "Master of Secret Puppetry" quickly disappeared, selected Anderson's flaming spear that had not yet been extinguished, and jumped behind the ice dragon.
This finally brought him within five meters of his target.
Klein knew that all the previous attacks were not fatal to the huge dragon body of the "King of the North". Only by controlling the opponent's spiritual thread and causing it to enter a sluggish state would he have the opportunity to concentrate his attack on one point, pry open the opponent's ice armor and scales, and kill the dragon.
His spiritual power spread out, grabbing one of the thick black lines that shot out from Yurisan and spread to infinity, and twisted it like plucking the strings of a guitar.
A trace of tension immediately flashed across the dragon's eyes, which were bigger than fists. Even though its intelligence was not as good as that of humans, the spiritual reminder made it feel a sense of crisis.
But when it looked around, it found that apart from a few fewer enemies, it did not find any other attacks that could pose a fatal threat to it.
Bang--
Feeling increasingly uneasy, the dragon, becoming increasingly violent, rammed the frozen giant Groselle into the way, clearing the passage to Siatas, Angel, and the others. It decided to crush these humans who posed the greatest threat first, no matter what.
Oh no... Klein felt the spiritual threads moving away from him, about to slip out of his control. He had no choice but to follow closely behind them with his legs, which were much shorter than the dragon's.
Oh no... Angel had to constantly concentrate on controlling the "Frost" to prevent everyone from being overwhelmed by the cold. As soon as this thought came into his mind, he was slapped away by the claws of the giant dragon that came like a train again, and shattered into pieces of dissipating mirror.
After taking out two people in succession, Jurisian, with a growing sense of violence in his heart, turned his huge body and swept his nimble tail towards the others.
Drawing the bow and arrow, a barely perceptible flash of determination flashed in Xiatas's eyes as lightning condensed on her body. She first held the bow steadily and shot the arrow that was ready to be launched. It accurately hit the spinning dragon's body, further widening the wound on its right shoulder. Then she threw down the wooden bow, grabbed Mobet beside her, and threw him into the cave.
Her tall figure had no way to escape, and was swept into the sky like a broken sack by the dragon's tail.
"Shatas!"
Mobet's black pointed hat had fallen somewhere, but he didn't care about that. He crawled out of the cave, only to see his lover fall heavily on the ice, roll several times, and stop moving.
And... two more...
A trace of bloodshot appeared in Jurisian's blue eyes. The continuous success made the "King of the North" think only of the pleasure of killing. He once again stared at the other people who were not blocked by the hateful giants and annoying witches.
Afterwards, all that remained in its mind were madness and violent emotions.
Edwina's equally blue pupils had turned black, as if a sticky liquid containing all evil thoughts flowed inside. She looked at the "King of the North", controlling and detonating the only thought in the other's mind, causing it to fall into complete madness.
Boom, boom.
The dragon turned around again, its long tail and thick hind legs sweeping aimlessly, smashing the newly frozen ice surface into pieces, sending ice chips flying everywhere, but failing to cause any effective damage.
After destroying everything around him and expressing his inner violence, the madness in Jurisian's eyes had just faded away when the figure of the hateful giant appeared in his eyes again.
Groselle shook off the ice and snow on his body, took firm steps with his legs, and brilliant light continued to emerge from his body, forming a set of silver-white armor. He faced the violent dragon fearlessly.
He held the dragon's tail with one hand and stretched out the other hand to grab the ice armor on the ice dragon's chest. With a sudden pull, he tore off the thick armor and revealed the dragon scales underneath.
roar--
Jurisian sensed an unprecedented crisis. He leaned back with his intact left shoulder, swung his front paws in an arc, and smashed into the giant in front of him, directly gouging a large hole in his armor and scratching the gray-blue abdomen inside into a bloody mess.
Groselle's expression remained unchanged as he continued to lock onto the dragon's tail and chest, keeping it in place.
"captivity!"
Longzel also joined the battle, restricting the dragon's movements, making its body slow down and the surrounding area seemed to be covered with layers of amber.
"Control your desire!"
Edwina once again used her simulated "Apostle of Desire" ability, causing Jurisian, whose eyes flashed with anxiety, to be once again controlled by the madness in his mind. His limbs could only struggle violently, but he could not form a combined force to break free from the giant's grip.
Okay, that's it. Another ten seconds, no, maybe fifteen... Klein followed closely behind the dragon, hiding under the narrow triangle formed by its tail and hind legs. He dodged the stomping feet and the constantly swinging tail with the agility of a "clown." Only thick black lines remained in his eyes. His spirituality brushed across these "strings," gradually gaining control of them.
He didn't notice that his figure was gradually becoming visible in the blizzard.
The growing spiritual alertness allowed the "King of the North" to break free from his crazy thoughts. His eyes unconsciously looked towards his lower abdomen, towards the source of danger, and saw the small insect that was gradually outlining its body.
What is he...doing?
A hint of doubt flashed through the ice dragon's mind, but its body reacted in advance. Its closest hind leg left the ice and it stepped towards Klein.
Climbing out of the cave and running towards Siatas, Mobet suddenly stopped, stretched out his right hand, and twisted it outward.
The ice dragon's mind went blank, and it instantly forgot what it was going to do, and slowly lowered its raised hind legs.
In contrast, Mobet, who had "stolen" the idea, stepped on the ice as if he was stepping on a small insect that scared him.
What was I going to do?
Jurisian's blank mind gradually recovered, he remembered his intention, and raised his hind legs again.
But it was too late.
Klein spread his hands apart, his fingers slightly bent, as if he was controlling a giant puppet, his fingertips pulling countless invisible strings.
In his spiritual vision, many of the black spiritual lines extending from the giant dragon in front of him had already formed an elegant arc and connected to his fingers.
The initial control was finally completed.
Oh no, my body...
The thoughts in the King of the North's mind became sluggish like a rusty machine. It slowly stepped down with its hind legs, gently stroking the ice. Klein below had already left, changed his position, and continued to control the spiritual thread.
Yes, that little bug...
Jurisian swung his thick tail, slowly rolling across the ice like a log. Klein easily avoided it without even running.
It would take at least five minutes to fully control such a creature. Klein did not intend to take the Frost Dragon as a secret puppet. Instead, he looked at the others, hoping that they could understand his intentions.
"Attack immediately and kill it!"
Edwina shouted and threw out a blazing fireball that simulated Anderson.
Groselle, his silver armor shattered and crumbled in the attack, stepped aside, allowing the fireball to strike the dragon's chest, unprotected by its ice armor. The fireball shattered its scales, revealing its icy blue flesh. He extended his right hand, and brilliant light condensed in his palm, forming a sword of dawn, which he fiercely stabbed into the dragon's chest.
Swish, the sharp giant sword cut through the flesh and blood, pierced the sternum, and opened a huge wound.
“Get out of the way!”
A powerful voice echoed. Behind Groselle, Siatas stood up as if unharmed. She grabbed the wooden bow again, nocked the arrow, and with the help of the ascetic monk, she condensed a golden lightning, which cut through the wind and snow and pierced into the bloody wound of Yurisan.
On her chest, the "Rose Necklace" was emitting a dark red light, repairing the elf's fragile body.
Anderson, who was slowly crawling back from a distance, his body covered in flames to fight against the cold, his eyes lit up, and the blade of the black dagger "Death Fang" emitted a white-hot flame. Man and sword became one, flying up like a flaming spear, and piercing into the chest of the dragon that had been torn open by continuous attacks.
Black scorch marks quickly formed on the dragon's chest, like a paintbrush graffiti on a canvas, and then they were all ignited by the flames inside.
boom--
Fire and icy flames spurted out together, and the "strongest hunter" was thrown out. The flames on his body were extinguished by the ice-blue blood. He trembled all over, and ice spikes condensed on his golden hair. But his attack also cut open the dragon's chest. Deep in the burnt black dragon scales, blue blood and internal organs gushed out, almost emptying the dragon's chest and abdominal cavity.
But the tenacious dragon still did not die!
"roar--"
The continuous attacks helped the slow-moving and slow-thinking Jurisian regain some autonomy. He swung his intact left arm violently, knocking Groselle away and sending his massive body crashing into the distant Siatas.
Klein, who was hiding beneath him, was busy manipulating the spiritual thread when he suddenly felt his vision go dark and his body turned into a thin paper mannequin.
The "King of the North" sat down with a thud and slammed the paper man into the ground.
Five meters away, Klein appeared in a panic. He reached forward with his hands in vain, but was unable to grasp the threads of the spirits that had already left his range.
Seeing the lines floating up again and spreading to infinity, he was about to run forward when he suddenly found a black flame rising from the side of the dragon.
The black flame, though cold but unaffected by frost, was like a bright light in the darkness in Klein's eyes. He instantly locked onto the flame, leaped to Jurisian's side, and grasped with both hands, using his spiritual power to regain control of the spiritual threads.
The giant dragon, which had just regained its freedom, felt a buzzing in its head and fell into a dull and sluggish state again.
In the flames that had not yet gone out, Angel stepped out right after Klein. She had already handed her rose necklace to the seriously injured Siatas. The long sword transformed from her "knight bracelet" was like a toothpick compared to the dragon's body, so she did not use these common attack methods. Instead, she directly climbed up the dragon's back, which was constantly trembling and trying to dodge. She scratched her palm on its hard ice armor and pressed it on the scales on the back of its neck.
She wants to paint with blood and draw talismans directly on the "King of the North"!
Since Groselle's Travels was unwilling to allow those spells to enter, it must mean that the spells could cause fatal damage to the Frost Dragon.
Rough lines of blood quickly formed on the dragon's neck. Feeling the endless danger, Jurisian struggled to maneuver his body, leaning back, trying to shake off the small insect on his back. However, Edwina triggered his emotions again with precise timing, causing his eyes to bulge with bloodshot, and no longer had any thoughts of resistance in his mind.
After completing the last stroke, Angel poured in the little spiritual energy she had until her eyes became dizzy and her head started throbbing with pain. Only then did she feel that the talisman on the dragon had been fully activated, waiting for her "command".
"betray."
Angel softly recited the thoughts that came to his mind.
The bright red talisman instantly darkened, like solidified blood, and merged into the silver-white dragon scales.
In Klein's eyes, the thick black spiritual threads seemed to be cut by a pair of giant scissors and instantly absorbed into Yurisian's body.
Since he no longer needed to control the spirit thread, he immediately relaxed and left the dragon. He took advantage of the situation to catch Angel, who had run out of spirit and rolled off the dragon's back, and moved his legs, running forward.
Behind them, the "King of the North" Jurisian stood frozen in place like a statue, his icy armor scrambling to leave his dragon body, his scales escaping his flesh one after another.
Its head and spine betrayed its body, carrying with it countless pieces of ice-blue flesh and blood, and it suddenly pulled itself out.
The freed dragon head opened its jaws and aimed at the wound on the chest. A stream of icy flame spurted out, filling the chest cavity.
Then, icy flames surged out from all parts of Yurisian's body, freezing the frost dragon into a lifeless ice sculpture.
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