On the burning ramparts, Iza sneered and tossed aside the drow elves who had claimed to be commanders and were now a mass of minced flesh.

He had not forgotten that Plesta Green had told him that the ruler of Farrenlon was a council of nine families, and that the mother of the first family was the true ruler of the city.

This big warrior who had just been slapped to death by him was obviously not.

Several tall shadows appeared in the flames, and several Constructed Body Golems broke through the flame blockade, raising their big swords and slashing towards the red dragon.

It is a steel golem, made entirely of pure gold.

Each of these tool figures is seven or eight meters tall, and some even have four or five arms, which can destroy creatures with a single punch, and their sonorous steps can shake the earth, and their strength is powerful, and they are stronger than ordinary flesh golems.

As a basic trait of the Steel Golem, they are immune to almost all kinds of spells, quasi-spells, or supernatural abilities, and the Adamantite material is hard enough to resist most physical attacks.

Three or four Steel Golems combined are almost the equivalent of Hellfire.

But now there are more than a dozen people who have launched a sneak attack on Izawa, and this guy is even beginning to wonder if this group of Drow elves, who have gone completely crazy, have begun to desperately target him?

However, this is also good, and the pressure of the Red Dragon Legion on the frontal battlefield will be much less.

He slapped a few of his claws away, but many of the great swords still landed heavily on his scales, but they were bounced off by the "Armor of Thorns".

In order to break the turtle shell, Izawa picked up the legendary weapon Stormhammer and smashed it for an unknown amount of time before knocking out the green dragon.

The Iron Golem is not him, and the great sword in his hand is not a legendary weapon, and the result is obvious.

Even if Izawa stood still and slashed the Iron Golem unscathed, the Iron Golem had to endure twice the damage from the rebound.

The dragon's claws are wrapped around the ability of the "Black Cutter", and the adamantite gold, which is harder than Mithril, cannot stop the tearing attack of the legendary axe.

The mighty steel golem instead became a toy that Izawa held wantonly, and his limbs were torn off and casually thrown aside.

Izawa pouted, the huge Farlan Lun, but there was no one who could fight.

I thought that the mistress of those families could be so powerful, but it turned out to be a little more powerful than the Drow priest of Garanord, and just now "accidentally" choked two to death.

Despair was now written on the faces of many of the Drow elves, and there were fierce battles in and out of the city of Franlon, and without the protection of the Lost Lock, the Drow army had begun to show defeat.

And this abominable red dragon still occupied the head of the city, most of the city's defense equipment was destroyed, and the garrison didn't know how many died.

The only way to win this war is to defeat the red dragon, retake the high ground, and launch a counterattack against the Red Dragon Legion!

However, this legendary-level ancient red dragon is immune to both magic and physics, who can be its opponent?

Ize was still lamenting his current strength, and a throbbing in his heart suddenly made him vigilant.

The instinctive warning of any powerful creature will not be groundless, and it can make him vigilant, and something big must happen.

As soon as the thought flashed, a mental storm without warning suddenly swept across the entire battlefield, and the legendary level of spiritual energy merged, as if the sky and the earth collided!

"Soul Blast"!

Regardless of the attack of the enemy and me, it suddenly made this battlefield of shouting and killing the heavens silent, and the falling needles could be heard.

An invisible psychic shock wave raged by, and this strange picture was presented on the battlefield.

- The Red Dragon Legion stopped charging, and the Sky Clan stopped flapping its wings and fell to the ground weakly.

Both monsters and drow elves twitched nervously, their mouths open, their tongues dangling to the side, dripping with sour sour saliva, incontinence, and total unconsciousness.

The two extremely old green dragons crashed into the inner city in a dizzy head, and the huge dragon body crashed into an unknown number of buildings.

If you can't catch it off guard, you will be hit by a legendary-level spiritual explosion, and I'm afraid it will take a little time to wake up.

Izawa only felt as if a large bell was constantly trembling in his mind, and his headache was splitting.

The talisman he wore that could resist the impact of psychic energy had long since shattered under this terrifying psychic storm.

Izawa was caught off guard, he had little research on the mysterious psychic energy, which was an idealist energy that had nothing to do with magical talent, but had the same effect.

Mistress Elise was a legend 1,500 years ago, a fanatical believer in the Queen of the Spider God, who bestows life on Rose every time the end of the day approaches.

For a long time, Mistress Elise spent her energy on spiritual energy, and she was the master of spiritual energy.

Even if she is a Mind Flayer (Soul Sucker) who is naturally proficient in psychic energy, very few people can surpass her in terms of achievement.

I don't know if it was a few seconds or centuries, Izawa shook his head and woke up from his vertigo, his gaze slowly falling on a chariot covered in silver stars, and he knew that the legendary psychic warlock was inside.

But now he didn't dare to move.

This huge karst cave seems to usher in a harsh winter, and countless silver stars of light flash in the air.

The points of light converge with each other, plasticize, rotate, and finally condense into a huge psionic crystal crossbow arrow!

Above Izawa's head, hundreds of huge, sharp crossbow bolts hung from it, and the darkness was illuminated by a silvery astral light.

An invisible ripple spread out from the chariot, and the crystal crossbow arrow immediately fell!

A legendary psychic warlock, every move contains great power, and Ize is not sure if his scales can withstand it.

He'd never fought a psychic before, and Garanord's half-bucket of water didn't count.

Every conscious creature generates spiritual energy, from which autonomous consciousness is born. This spiritual energy encompasses many aspects.

Intelligence, perception, and charisma are direct components of self-awareness, while strength, agility, and physique are equally related to them. Spiritual energy contains these elements, just as color light is separated from pure white light.

The gray boundaries in the brains of ordinary creatures make thoughts and dreams inconspicuous, but the mental will of psionic beings is clearly visible.

The psionic profession directly uses the full energy of consciousness, using this inherent ability to influence the change of the real world, which is simply the embodiment of a kind of spiritual energy.

A dragon roar sounded, and the chaotic magical energy in the air quickly condensed beside him, and one after another fireballs suddenly burst through the sky from the bottom to the top and collided with the crystal energy crossbow arrows.