Faced with the blood-red dragon that swooped down from the night sky, the two gods of disobedience made completely different actions. With RS in his right hand and R in his left, Mecal holds two large clubs and is ready to fight like a warrior.

Veleslana recited the spirit again, and in front of him appeared the black beast boar that had been causing trouble on the docks.

Even in the face of the blood-red dragon, which was countless times larger than it, the boar stood there without fear.

Even after the dragon swooped into the air, it kicked the ground with its hind limbs and rushed towards the dragon in mid-air with explosive speed, trying to pierce the dragon's belly with its spear-like teeth.

But the blood-red dragon didn't give the boar a chance, and swept its sword-like tail towards the boar.

"Whoa"

The wild boar let out a mournful cry and was slapped directly to the ground by the dragon, smashing into a deep hole.

The dragon had no intention of chasing the boar, and its massive body writhed, and the dragon's tail swept towards Mecal.

Even though Mecal was already a giant, he seemed so small in front of the dragon.

"Hahahahaha

Mecal swung his heavy club at the speed of the wind, and struck the dragon's tail with a lightning strike.

The dragon was indeed injured, but it seemed to feel no pain at all.

It poked the dragon's head down, but instead of targeting Mecal, who had caused it damage, it was the young god of war, Willeslana, and curled its tail up, tightly restraining Mecal's body.

"Ahhhh

The muscles of Mecal's arm swelled, and he hugged the tail of the dragon that bound him, clamping it tightly.

It's like smashing the tail of a dragon's sword.

A new thundercloud appeared in the night sky, and there appeared to be a goat inside.

Faced with this unscrupulous dragon, Veleslana decides to punish it with lightning.

Countless thunderbolts fell from the sky and slashed at the dragon's head, but the dragon still did not stop advancing.

Although the dragon was incomparably large, it possessed a speed that did not match its body, and it approached Veleslana almost instantly.

It opened its monstrous mouth, revealing its dense teeth to swallow Veleslana.

However, the young military god would not give the dragon such a chance, and the gale wind around him formed a huge tornado storm in an instant.

The dragon bit down, but it was stuck, and there was no way to bite off the storm of the tornado.

Almost.

"Go up."

At this time, Qin Mo had already flown a considerable distance, but he was also always paying attention to the battle situation.

He knew in his heart how long the dragon would not be able to maintain this steady state.

Sensing that the time had come, Qin Mo immediately gave an order.

The sapphire above the dragon's head glowed brightly.

The jaws clenched the young god of war, Veleslana, and the tail of the sword tightened the Mecal, swinging the wings of blood that obscured the night sky.

The dragon soared into the sky.

Like a sharp arrow, it shot through the cloudy night sky with unimaginable speed.

The first thing to feel that something was wrong was Mecal, who always felt that the place where his body was in contact with the dragon was getting hotter and hotter, and even hotter.

"Damn Dragons"

With Mecal's angry scolding, countless lightning bolts struck the dragon's back in the sky, and the blood-red dragon scales gradually disappeared, but no dragon blood flowed out.

Mecal felt that the dragon was not only strange-looking, but also lacked any of the characteristics of a dragon that he knew except for the breath of a dragon.

He had a vague sense that the dragon might not be the real one.

Then Veleslana also sensed that something was wrong.

Not only did the aura around him get hotter and hotter, but after rising to a certain height, the dragon head he was in actually slammed into the tail of the dragon where Mekar was.

The blood-red dragon formed a round shape in mid-air, and it was about to meet head to tail.

He desperately increased the output of the tornado, but the dragon still bit him.

"Let's go."

Luo Hao grabbed Erica again and left the place at full speed.

Although she didn't know Qin Mo's purpose, her intuition told her that she should leave now.

"Burst"

Qin Mo closed his eyes and closed his hearing.

The moment the blood-red dragons joined each other, the night turned into day.

The thunderclouds and storms dissipated in an instant, as if they had never been there.

When the explosion ended, night fell again.

The western coast of Sardinia has permanently lost part of its landmass.

Fortunately, it was high enough not to cause a tsunami.

Qin Mo looked at all this with satisfaction, in this way, he could finally become a god killer

But the facts will not change because of Qin Mo's thoughts.

"Human Veleslana"

This voice is Mecal

No, it's not dead yet

However, there was one thing that Qin Mo couldn't quite understand, why listening to his voice seemed to have more resentment towards the young military god.

Qin Mo reluctantly flapped the wings of the concubine dragon and flew in the direction of the sound.

"King Mecal, if you hadn't helped me stop it, I would have been defeated by now."

Veleslana was half-kneeling on Mecal's massive body, his handsome face was covered with blood, and his petite body was constantly trembling, looking badly injured and dying.

"Human, it's been a long time since I've been so happy, and then I'll give you defeat"

The Prometheus Secret appeared in Qin Mo's right hand and aimed it at Veleslana and Mecar.

"This is"

Seeing Prometheus' secrets, Veleslana suddenly smiled bitterly.

"And this, did you really lose this time?"

There's a horse and a bird here, so the horse or the bird

There is no time to hesitate.

Just take it

White flames appeared in the slabs.

At the same time, Qin Mo also felt the backlash.

When he used the divine power of that weak godhead to curse Mekar, Qin Mo had already felt it.

In good condition, he could naturally ignore this backlash, but not now.

The consciousness gradually blurred, and the dragon wings behind him gradually dissipated.

Has the magic run out?

Before fainting, he seemed to hear the neighing of the horses.

It was a white horse of a divine steed, carrying the flames of the sun, and bursting the pure fire that sinners had burned up on the bodies of the two dying gods.