Chapter 933 - Battle of Dragons
Chapter 933 Battle of Dragons
Rather than physical damage, it was an immense psychological humiliation that had been inflicted upon the golem dragon when the amethyst dragon’s tail hit it.
The eyes of the previously calm and composed Gonga immediately turned red as he flared with anger.
Under his berserk control, the golem dragon also turned into a frenzied bull, lunging without any hesitation to bite and tackle the amethyst dragon.
In response to the golem dragon’s relentless pursuit, the amethyst dragon dodged with agile and graceful movements, while repeatedly using crystal breath to erode the joints of the golem’s frontal limbs.
The breath of the amethyst dragon was of a unique elementium-corrosion attribute. The Crystallizing Breath could rapidly seep into the target creature’s muscle structure and turn all organic substance in came into contact with into lifeless crystal.
Such attacks were undoubtedly exceedingly harmful to creatures of flesh and blood!
In comparison, Amethyst Dragon Toril was in a far more terrible state.
Cracks had appeared all over its crystalline scale armor, with horrifyingly large gaps visible everywhere. Even Toril himself had been blown over two hundred meters away. In the end, he had to rely on his wings to regain balance and not crash to the ground.
The amethyst dragon paid no heed to his wounds. He lifted his bloodied head and roared at the golem dragon, “Again!”
His crystal wings beat wildly as he lurched forward like as a beam of light once again.
“Hmph, you are sending yourself to your grave!”
Gonga, who was sitting in a metal chair inside the golem dragon, waved his hands about as he roared. He then straightened the mind-synchronizing helmet on his head and commanded the metal dragon to tackle the enemy again.
The demands of the battle required Gonga to direct nearly seventy percent of the magic generator furnace’s energy to form an invisible but impenetrable force wall on the dragon’s head. Gonga was confident this would allow them to deal even greater and more terrifying damage to the amethyst dragon in their next clash.
Greem felt something off about the situation, but he couldn’t pinpoint the specific issue.
Amethyst Dragon Toril wasn’t supposed to be someone so easily driven mad by anger! Why…why did he choose such a primitive and direct method of confrontation?
Was there a trick behind this?
Greem couldn’t help but be moved at the thought of this. He started to make preparations of his own silently.
As expected, Toril’s crystal wings flared just as the dragons were about to run into each other. His slender and elegant body made a graceful arc as he wrapped around the golem dragon’s vicious horn and flickered above it.
Just as his perfect body cut across the golem dragon’s back, Toril turned his slender neck and unleashed a short Crystallizing Breath on the two towering figures there.
As a Fourth Grade, Toril’s Crystallizing Breath was enough to kill an unprepared Third Grade adept, even if it wasn’t fully charged.
Unfortunately, as sly as he was, Greem was more sly!
At the instant the dragon’s breath left Toril’s mouth, the elementium magical machine gave up on its cannon and lunged to Greem’s side, protecting him with its own giant body of steel. A barrier then rose from its feet and protected the two of them.
The breath instantly penetrated the barrier and crashed on the elementium magical machine’s body.
Its magical alloy quickly showed signs of aging and deterioration, with tiny particles of crystal occasionally appearing here and there. Greem could sense the magical machine’s magical energy fall below half in an instant, with various parts in its body starting to become dysfunctional.
That said, this was not the time to care about his subordinates.
Greem roared and turned the cannon abruptly, instantly locking onto the amethyst dragon and smashing the button to fire.
Apart from providing the telekinetic barrier from earlier, Gru had also silently taken on the task of charging this cannon himself.
As the cannon trembled, a beam of pure-white energy shot forth, catching up to the amethyst dragon’s gliding body and blasting its back.
Aooooo!
A deafening dragon’s roar rang out. Toril had let out his most pitiful cry since the start of the battle. His body tumbled away from the impact of the beam, crashing into the ground and leaving a five-hundred-meter-long ditch before reluctantly stopping.
The entire battlefield instantly fell silent!