Dragon: Section 3

Ordinary people, I am afraid that they will not be able to understand what kind of roar a dragon will let out when it has been traumatized enough to threaten its survival.

Minimenil's answer was: ruin, as well as death.

Within a radius of 1,000 feet, all the vessels with cavities shattered into tiny particles no larger than the size of a grain of rice. The fragile human body was hit even harder, and extremely high-frequency sound waves gently stripped their flesh from the bones, and then turned into a scarlet cloud that spread out to the surrounding area.

If one could look down from above the snowman, he would be able to watch a crimson ring rapidly expand outwards until one-tenth of the snowman was dyed crimson.

The refined composite steel arrows were vaporized as soon as they were opened, and the hot gas and the house beneath the dragon turned into dust. Only the precious ebony arrowhead remains, tightly embedded in the dragon's wings.

It was a crossbow arrow forged by a Grunod monarch several epochs ago to deal with the Giant Chieftain, three feet long and two inches thick. A city-defended crossbow shot driven by two bulls. It's powerful enough to pierce the walls of Snowy City!

That Gounod monarch had not been able to kill the Giant Chief until he died, and it was impossible to imagine that his legacy would be of use after several epochs!

It was difficult for the elite samurai who were in charge of transportation to move the crossbow to a suitable hidden position in such a short time. It's not an easy job, and presumably a large number of them can't move anymore.

Although the previous earthquake was somewhat unexpected, it did cause some damage. But there's more than one giant crossbow machine in Snowy City!

And they succeeded.

The moment when Minimenil rose into the air was his most relaxed. And six giant crossbow arrows took advantage of the void and pierced through the wings of Minimenil in one fell swoop!

"Ang Ang Ang ————————" the dragon's painful voice spread throughout the four fields. The clouds that covered the sky were blown away for a small time, and the sunlight pierced through the vast hollows, gilding the burning snow.

It's a beautiful view, but it's a pity that no one will appreciate it now.

"Mortals, you have to pay!"

The dragon became the embodiment of flames at this moment, and the crossbow machines of several sniper points, along with the craftsmen who drove them, turned into ashes in an instant. The cloud of smoke and dust almost obscured the sky, and the dragon was not satisfied, and he poured out his anger downward, leading the sight of a creature to death.

The breath of ice and fire, and the occasional tear of the human body with its claws. Its teeth, its tail, are sharp enough to break the bones of the bravest soldiers. But many more did not wait for that moment, they coughed violently, vomited blood, let out a low wail in the blazing dust cloud, and then the internal respiratory tract quickly ulcerated, and they struggled to die in extreme misery.

But their deaths were worth it.

The atmosphere settled, and the weight of silence was felt in the sky.

"[Dragon's Language] Magical energy?" The high-temperature cloud that permeated the dragon's body was pressed to the surface by a sudden weight. This made him sober up a little, and he immediately looked upwards, the unsettling magic energy gathering rapidly.

"What's that?" Lydia covered her ears and looked directly above Xueman.

Above the sky, the thick dark clouds that had originally enveloped the entire snow-filled city were completely expelled. It was as if an invisible ripple spread outward from the very beginning of the void. The lead-black cumulus clouds were first pulled into fish scales, and then they disintegrated, each wisp of cloud energy being shaken again and again, drifting towards the end of the horizon.

The clear sunlight was shining, and the sky reflected in the girl's eyes was as blue as the ocean.

Cloudless.

The fleeing civilians stopped, the crying toddlers stopped wailing, and even the seriously wounded and dying soldiers seemed to forget their own pain and did not even breathe a sigh of relief.

Raise your head and look up at the sky.

It's like a cautious and attentive draftsman. The pale lines come from the far end, cross the snow and then branch into several folded lines and arcs.

They are intertwined, arcane runes that can be seen even from the ground are outlined one by one, and then nested within each other to form a complex structure of independence and interconnection.

The dragon tried to stop it, spitting flames at it.

But it was in vain.

The flow of light converged, and twelve auras were born from the center of the circle. The dragon struggled, roaring, spewing fire and frost. But it was still locked by these twelve light wheels. Its movements became smaller and smaller, and its voice became muffled. The body also curled up, wrapped in layers like a small ball.

Minimenil is like a worm trapped in amber, and when the amber sinks into the ground and merges with the leylines, it will fall into a long sleep again.

"It's really, unbeatably powerful. Barguv said with some difficulty.

His chief guard stood silently behind him, and a short distance in front of him were the chief court wizard Farenga and his apprentices.

With the help of secret methods, the wizard pooled all the mana of his apprentices into himself, which was able to make up for the magic energy that the scroll had lost over hundreds of years, so that it could be driven. Fortunately, the spell was nearing its end, and although many of the apprentices had died of bleeding from their mouths and noses, it didn't have much of an impact.

The chief priest of the temple beside the lord pouted his lips imperceptibly, he was Heimcinko, the agent of the god of war Talos in the world, and the last guarantee of the lord - if this was not possible, he would escort the lord and the high-ranking nobles present from Xueman together with the high-ranking members of the comrade-in-arms.

But now he's probably not going to be useful. No one made any noise, but the shielding was so well done that there was already a cheerful atmosphere brewing in the auditorium, where the dragon could be hidden, and the cheers would have lifted the entire roof when Minimenil was dragged underground.

It's suffocating.

They don't know how to think about it. Why, after the ancient Nord heroes had mastered such a powerful dragon sealing secret technique, they still had to fight the dragon for days and nights?

……

"FeimZiiGron"

As the dragon's amber sank into the ground, a muffled voice followed.

What is it?

The people who are about to cheer or cry are like ducks who have been choked by the neck. The feeling of depression was heavier than before, and they could barely move.

What happened?

As soon as Fa Renjia, who was tired from casting spells, took a breath, the fear that came over him like a tsunami almost destroyed his nerves!

"Get down !!!"

Before the words fell, an inexplicable sense of existence penetrated the wall and swept past the center of this auditorium!

The biting cold, even the court wizard wearing the ancient mage's robes felt his bone marrow frozen! He had a premonition that if he stood up at this moment, what awaited him would be complete destruction.

For a long time, there was no sound.

'Phew!' A body fell to the ground!

'Baba Woo Woo ......' the second, third, fourth......

When Farenga stood up, the apprentices beside him had fallen to the ground, their eyes wide open and blood oozing from them.

Their souls have been completely wiped out.

Farenga turned his head, and in the eyes of the lord and chief priest, who were also lying on the ground, he saw exactly the same fear as himself.

He suddenly wanted to laugh.

How stupid do these people have to be to try to challenge a monster that has come out of mythology with an ancient scroll and a few old weapons?