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Chapter 701: Shooting the Dragon in Person, Watching Lothar

Chapter 701: Shooting the Dragon in Person, Watching Lothar

"What's going on, Alice!"

"That guy, how come he suddenly became so much stronger?"

Although Philip, like Richard, was an outsider who had mastered extraordinary powers, he had finally entered the threshold. He still had his own assessment of the dragon in the sky whose image suddenly changed.

Not only Philip was frightened, but also Alice, his witch consultant.

Under her wide robe, her white and tender fists were clenched tightly. Is this the power of legend? Even a "dragonology" scholar who is not known for his fighting ability can possess such terrible power?

Originally, Shemaier's creation of a living dragon through alchemy was barely within her understanding.

Frankenstein!

If an unskilled village wizard can create a synthetic human through repeated experiments at all costs, it seems natural for a legendary spellcaster to create a "slightly" larger fusion dragon.

But now, this dragon has been sublimated from a fusion beast into a genuine high-level dragon, and it is the kind that has entered the realm of gods.

Dragons of this strength usually only live in deep mountains and forests, transforming their own territories into "God's domain". Even if a legendary spellcaster were to enter this area, he would suffer a great loss.

And now, it is equivalent to their "one hundred thousand troops" breaking into the dragon's divine domain.

Alice cursed inwardly, "In this situation, even if the three of us sisters attack together, I'm afraid we won't be able to subdue this dragon. That Shemaier hasn't taken action yet."

I just thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say it out loud.

"I hope that this Shemaier is just a guy who relies on summons to fight and has mediocre combat power. Otherwise, it will be bad."

It's just impossible no matter how you think about it.

With both knowledge and mental strength in place, casting a few powerful spells is as easy as eating and drinking, which are innate abilities.

Not to mention that in addition to Shemail, the Saracens also have a group of mage advisors, including some high-level spellcasters at the same level as them. When all added together, they are a force that cannot be ignored.

Philip was a little anxious: "What should we do next?"

Alice shook her head and said, "Don't worry, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it collapses!"

As she spoke, she looked at the man who was holding a giant crossbow and aiming at the dragon in front of the army.

He looked very small, even though he was riding a "giant horse", compared to the hundred-meter dragon, he was like an ant. But his gradually rising momentum subconsciously gave people the illusion that his back was as majestic as a mountain.

Counting on tall people?

Philip was a little uncomfortable with the change in his identity for a while.

...

Stairs to God.

What a terrifying power.

How did the Babylonians, who possessed such terrible power, fall?

Blindly create gods, attack each other, and then perish together?

Or is there a more powerful threat than this in the Age of Mythology?

Lothar looked up. He could feel the terrifying oppression coming from Tiamat. The dragon poured all its might onto him. If Eclipse had not been a nightmare beast, it would have been frightened to death even if it were a divine horse.

Lothar, who had suffered a great loss before, naturally could not have failed to make any estimates of this so-called power of ascension.

And that’s a high estimate!

A big part of the reason why he entered the simulated battle was because the pressure from Shemaier was too strong.

Rays of golden light from the laws fell on Lothar again. He was the popular choice and the focus of countless Crusaders. Endless power condensed. If Lothar's mental strength had not been greatly improved after he advanced to the "Legendary Template", such a huge force would have even exceeded the limit of what he could control.

boom--

The strong wind turned into sword energy, carrying sand and gravel and striking the evil dragon that was spewing dragon flames.

The dragon flame that was about to come out was chopped back with force. It was the sword energy of Cherinina that condensed the force of strangling the throat. It bought Lothar the last bit of time to gather strength and also maximized the power of the dragon crossbow in his hand.

boom!

A strong wind suddenly arose, sweeping in sand and gravel.

An invisible red and black dragon, like a pillar supporting the sky and the earth, raised its head and roared at the angry demon dragon.

At this moment, the crossbow arrow condensed from the dragon-shooting crossbow in Lothar's hand crossed the boundary between reality and illusion, and successfully condensed into an entity engraved with countless array patterns, which was exactly the same as the dragon-shooting arrow in his memory.

Not only the appearance, but also its essence was perfectly restored. The incomplete weapon, the Dragon-Shooting Crossbow, was actually temporarily completed by him.

The strong sense of crisis made Iris, who was on Tiamat's back, feel as if a thorn was on his back. He forcibly suppressed the urge to turn around and run away, and controlled Tiamat to launch a counterattack.

As the lord of the abyss, even if he is a succubus lord who is not good at fighting, he has climbed to the position of lord step by step in the abyss of the survival of the fittest. His fighting talent is far beyond the reach of a fusion beast that relies on the instincts of wild beasts rather than the instincts of dragons.

It knew very well that it would be impossible to escape once it was locked by the giant crossbow.

In Tiamat's imperfect mind, the element of fear was forcibly suppressed by Elis, and anger immediately took over.

Roar--

The sound shook the sky.

The roaring dragon Tiamat opened its bloody mouth full of sharp fangs and spewed out a mouthful of dragon fire at Lothar.

The five-colored dragon breath that was originally spewed out were clearly separated and unrelated. Their strength was only medium to low among high-level dragons, and they only possessed five characteristics: fire, poison, corrosion, curse, and frost.

The strength of its dragon flame is simply not commensurate with the power it possesses. This is because the five characteristics of dragon flame restrain and offset each other.

But at this moment, as Tiamat successfully ascended to deity, the dragon fire it spewed out was no longer five colors, but a chaotic color - it was impossible to describe it in words, like blue, purple, black, red, and any color.

When you see it, the first color that comes to your mind is its color, but when you look at it again, it may become another color.

After becoming a god, not only did the name remain the same, but Tiamat, the chaos dragon in Babylonian mythology, finally gained some of the charm of a mythological figure.

The combat power of Tiamat now has probably soared to the level of suppressing one of the three-headed dragon. This leap in strength is comparable to the leap from an ordinary spellcaster from advanced to legendary.

...

"This crossbow-shaped artifact cannot kill Tiamat. It now has the vitality of both a god and a dragon."

Shemaier's expression was indifferent. In the past, even he would have been frightened or even terrified by this power, but now he no longer took it seriously.

There is no need to mention the dragons. Those gods have been dead for more than a thousand years, but they can be resurrected again, which shows how tenacious their vitality is. According to Shemaier's calculations, even if Tiamat was hit by this arrow, she would only be seriously injured at most.

By then, Lothar would once again demonstrate his ability to transform into a dragon. Whether it was some advanced transfiguration that he did not understand, or he was really a man in dragon skin, this power would be revealed to him.

"Come on, transform yourself, and let me watch a battle between giant dragons!"

Shemaier looked a little excited. For a spellcaster like him who specialized in the Dragon School, nothing could be more attractive than a battle between two equally matched dragons.

That’s right, they are evenly matched.

In his imagination, after Tiamat became a god, his strength would be much stronger than Lothar's. After being hit by the crossbow artifact, his strength would be weakened and would be almost at the same level as Lothar.

His current mood is like that of a veteran cricket fighting player, seeing two rare treasures duel. This is one of the few remaining pursuits in his long life.

Of course, it would be best if after the fight, you could get the opponent's body and do a thorough dissection.

boom--

Just like the golden crow at dawn, the crossbow arrow tore through the azure dome and flew into the sky without slowing down at all, against the pouring chaotic dragon breath.

From Tiamat's perspective, the scene she saw was completely different from what outsiders saw: the confrontation between two hundred-meter-long dragons, one real and one imaginary - what she saw was countless dragon spirits with their bellies ripped open, countless rotten scales, and countless dry bones left, roaring and rushing towards her.

They let out screams that only it, a dragon, could hear, expressing their pain and hatred, as well as their unwillingness and resentment about why it could continue to bless their living bodies, and even their ascension to gods.

Tiamat was terrified. This newborn soul seemed to be wrapped in countless stitches. Even though she had undergone a transformation after becoming a god, the fear in her heart at this moment completely overwhelmed the short-lived anger just now.

puff--

The sharp crossbow arrow pierced through its scales like a rotten wood.

The armor originally belonged to a hard-armored dragon. After it ascended to godhood, it was blessed with both the power of chaos and divine power. Even the scales that were difficult for Jeanna to penetrate with the holy spear were pierced cleanly and neatly like a ball of butter.

There was only a small hole left on the nail plate, and there was not even any damage around it.