When the Black Dragon Lord fully spread his wings, Angela was once again in deep shock.

She had to admit that the black dragon in front of her was unique, not only did it have the stronger and more hideous physique of the red dragon, but its wings were also completely different from all the real dragons in her cognition.

The Black Dragon Lord's wings are unbelievably large, note the meaning of the word unimaginable, Angela has never seen a real dragon with such a wide membrane, such an intricate skeletal structure - its wings can even fold!

At this time, the Black Dragon Lord had already begun to flap his wings, and after only a few strokes, a whistling hurricane was set off.

Wait a minute.

Does it fly with dragon wings? Not by magic?

After a brief shock, Angela immediately noticed this detail, the perception of the Calamity Dragon was outstanding among the true dragons, and then she did not feel any overflowing mana fluctuations on the other party.

Is this a drake?

This idea inexorably rose in Angela's mind, but was quickly vetoed by herself, and the other party's oppressive dragon power could not be faked, and that kind of momentum made her fearful, who was also a real dragon.

What the hell is going on?

The Calamity Dragon was puzzled, but time was waiting for no one, the Black Dragon Lord had already begun to dive downward, and she could only cast a "levitation technique" for herself, and followed behind the Black Dragon with hesitation.

"Buzz——————

Caesar didn't let out any roars as the dull roar of the fighting creatures swept past the ears of the battle, but the vibration and pressure of the dragon's wings passing through the air made them notice the arrival of the black dragon.

And what followed was a hot stream of flames.

Due to the large number of undead, Caesar did not need to aim at the target at all, flying low like a bomber, with flames in his mouth, plowing over and over again the army of the undead, burning everything, turning these bone stubbles into countless charcoals, leaving behind fiery ravines.

Because the opponents are low-level skeletons and undead, Caesar does not have to worry that they will have weapons such as armor-piercing arrows and armor-piercing crossbows, so this time the black dragon can maintain air superiority and fight them, and his wings are not yet fragile enough that even skeleton archers can shoot through, just be careful of those high-level undead.

The undead army suffered the first wave of substantial losses, and the corpse witches' spell-casting ability was completely insufficient to stop the large number of hot torrents of flames, and as Caesar grew, his spit weapons became more powerful.

The annihilation of a large number of undead creatures under the dragon's flame is not an inferior sapient skeleton, but the true backbone of the undead legion.

However, this was not enough, Caesar's own strength alone would probably take several days to completely destroy the skeleton army, so he had to find a way to inspire a wave of his monster dependents, so that they could resist their chaotic nature of exhaustion and want to escape, and regroup to fight again.

"The chaos camp is trouble."

Caesar, who was streaked low in the sky, complained with resentment.

However, Caesar knew how to boost morale and encourage these evil races who were seeking power, and he had already thought about it and knew how to do it.

Soon, the black dragon began to act, he temporarily gave up the airspace advantage, aimed at an area with a dense concentration of undead, and began to land.

Because of the huge size of his body, this guy smashed into the sea of skeletons like a meteorite, trembling and roaring like thunder, and countless undead were directly hit because they couldn't dodge, and under the weight of the black dragon, the bones of his body let out a piercing wail, and the broken limbs scattered and splashed.

In the shadows of the dark curtain, Caesar slowly crawled out of the pit he had created, his scarlet eyes shining in the dark curtain.

"I, son of Nesartolia, the dragon of shadows, the true dragon Caesar Ortorenso Targaryen, your master, your emperor......"

The black dragon spewed out a breath of flame to sweep away the skeleton in front of him, and stood up with his powerful hind legs, and the undead who had lost his ability to move under his feet were crushed alive, he held his fierce head high, and his low dragon roar was majestic: "I am the embodiment of power!" ”

After speaking, Caesar lowered his head slightly, and with a small burst of raging flames in his mouth, he let out a deafening roar again.

"Now, Black Dragon Legion, crush them!"

Momentum is really a wonderful thing, in exchange for a legendary spellcaster, or an old true dragon, maybe their strength is stronger than Caesar, but these words from the mouths of those people are definitely not as shocking as this black dragon to say.

The fierce and powerful black dragon, after a powerful word, all its dependents showed their fangs again, and let out a long roar of echo.

"For my king!"

"For the master!"

"For Your Majesty!"

……

Although they did not have the roar of the war horn of the magical artifact, the monsters were inspired by the spiritual level, and they also became imposing, and they were even more fierce than when they first engaged the skeleton army.

Of course, the undead are not aware of this, in the face of the roaring monsters one after another, they are still as calm as a pool of stagnant water, only the sporadic sound of bone activity, these guys who have already died once have all useless emotions, only silently wave their weapons to attack.

The two sides of the match are in stark contrast.

"It's coming."

The Black Knight Nedro clenched his sword tightly, he knew that now was the time to decide the outcome of the battle, and in Eladia, the clash between the two lords was often the difference between the two sides in the direction of a war.

His trump card, the Undead Knights, had been holding on until then, and he did not join the battlefield, just waiting for the black dragon to appear, because only these high-level undead knights could block the Black Dragon Lord, so that the destruction of the battlefield by an adult true dragon was devastating, he could not let the other party do it, and the Knights must be on standby on the left side at any time, waiting to intercept.

The skull horse chirped and neighed, and Naldro soon converged with his undead knights and charged at the black dragon.

The force was made up of high-grade undead, all wrapped in dark gray armor, and even the exposed bones were stained with a metallic sheen.

A closer look reveals that they didn't charge with their feet on the ground, but that these undead knights sat down on their skeleton horses, with soul fire burning at the end of their hooves, floating in mid-air and galloping.

This shows that the Undead Knights also have the ability to fight in the air.

"Your lord, be careful. Every undead knight is a battle-hardened veteran in life, and their skills that are integrated into their bloodline are still preserved after death. ”

Angela reminded from behind at a distance, then came closer: "Hymn to valor." ”

She cast a spell on Caesar, and Angela smiled when she saw the black dragon's gaze turn back, "Please let me assist you." ”