Chapter 600
Chapter 600 Fire Dragon Blockade
Just when Wind Dragon Cherkes thought he could escape this land of terror, another roar rang out in the hall; Third Grade Sanazar had transformed.
Flying Venom Dragon!
It was a sort of strange dragon species that existed completely independent outside of the ordinary dragon family tree.
They didn’t have the majestic appearance of normal dragons or their ferocious and well-defined looks. The Flying Venom Dragon that Sanazar transformed into looked like a green dragon that had been skinned, and its body was covered in disgusting and fearsome pus and slime.
Compared to the wind dragon, the only impression that the flying venom dragon gave the adepts was ugliness. Extraordinary ugliness. Perhaps this was why Sanazar usually used the purple mist to hide her body.
Pu! A sticky ball of green liquid shot out of Sanazar’s mouth, striking the flying wind dragon right on his side.
The violent impact of the shot threw the wind dragon sideways, causing him to lose his balance and crash against a wall of the Magma Hall. The dragon tumbled downward and lost all sense of direction.
The massive fire dragon beat her wings in the sky, with the metal fortress right below. Every time the fire dragon lowered her body slightly, several dozens to a hundred energy beams would shoot up from the ground.
Most of these energy beams would be refracted when they hit upon the bright red scales of the dragon. Only a small number of these beams could pass through the gaps between the scales and cause some minor damage to her. The female fire dragon grunted repeatedly and endured the stinging pain from her body. She bent her body and retaliated with a thick and continuous flame breath.
A path of flames seven to eight meters wide instantly appeared on the ground in front of the metal fortress, stretching for a distance of nearly two hundred and fifty meters.
The magical machines that were wildly firing toward the sky were caught in the fire. The sticky dragon’s flame breath stuck to their bodies, burning them red-hot before they could even escape from the fire’s path. Their bodies then melted and fell apart. However, the remaining magical machines didn’t seem fazed by the intensity of the attack. They kept their arms held high as even more ferocious and dense barrages of bullets shot out of their black gun barrels.
These metal bullets, propelled by magic energy, couldn’t all do damage to the fire dragon, but they still caused some minor wounds. At the very least, they were able to shatter in seconds the flame barrier and Fire Shields that the fire dragon summoned.
The fire dragon would have to endure the focused fire of a hundred magical machines if she wanted to attack the gates of the metal fortress. Yet, when she lowered her altitude to exterminate these pesky metal lumps, two magic energy cannons extended from within the metal fortress. These magic energy cannons fired compressed energy shots with an energy level of three hundred and twenty points.
Philippa would be in extreme pain if she were hit by one of these shots, even with the magic resistance of a Third Grade fire dragon.
If she wasn’t careful enough and became caught by the hooks of the defensive magical machines below, then she would face a lot more than just pain. Even the fire dragon, with all her prowess, would need to pay a price in blood if she wished to break free of the combination of cannons and ants.
Fire Dragon Philippa became furious after failing to achieve anything despite several attacks.
Dragon Transfiguration!
It was a transformation ability that all pure-blooded dragons possessed.
The previously mountain-like female fire dragon instantly started shrinking and transforming. She turned into a two-meter tall young human girl with an extraordinary, dynamite figure. The elegant, bright red scales of the fire dragon also turned into a set of red armor that rested upon her body. Philippa then took out two massive fire hammers from somewhere, waved them about, and charged into the middle of the magical machines.
Her dragon’s breath swept across the battlefield as her hammers swung around.
In a single second, five or six magical machines had been blown away by the violent force. Countless metal shards and robotic components flew into the distance like rain.
The Archers’ bodies were far too thin and weak. They couldn’t endure a violent blow from the Third Grade female fire dragon. All the long-ranged Archers fled from the fire dragon under Gazlowe’s hidden control, while the meat shields–the defensive magical machines–surrounded the dragon and prepared for melee combat.
This simple tactical move of retreating and advancing perfectly demonstrated the order and efficiency of the magical machines.