The Red Dragon Titanis is a leader even in the group of primeval dragons. And Ironhoof Barral is the demon lord who is in the limelight, plus he has a home advantage. The level of the battle between these two existential zài is no longer for Gordon to interfere with. He could only continue to watch the battle from the distant walls of Seanzu, listening carefully with his eardrums to the collision and vibration between the demonic weapon and the dragon's claws, recording the scene of the burning red light intertwined with the ruined black light with his eyes, and feeling the turbulent energy that overflowed and spread with his spirit and soul.

When the Titanis and Ironhoof Balar faced each other, their armies were also caught in a quagmire battle. It's just that Tetanis has a group of dragons who have been tested in war, and the only right-hand man that Ironhoof Baral can handle is Donheiru, a big bug.

Ironhoof Balar rises through the abyss at an astonishing speed like a rocket, but he can quickly create an army of undead in batches, but he can't quickly and easily train a few more loyal and capable subordinates for himself.

Doneiru flapped his insect wings, and the skull on its back released layers of black-green smoke that looked like substance, building a line of defense in front of the magic tower that was running.

The Titanis wanted to destroy the tower and stop the Iron Hoof Barral from tearing through the spatial barrier. And that demon lord naturally had to do his best to ensure that his plan went smoothly.

The focus of the battle between the two sides is this magic tower. It's just that after Ironhoof Barral was entangled by the Titanis himself, the Red Dragon Commander had four dragons to help. Each of these four lieutenants is a powerful dragon clan at least eight hundred years old, cleaning up a big demonic bug. More than enough. As for the countless skeletons, zombies, ghouls, etc., they simply couldn't have any effect on these powerful higher creatures in a short period of time. Many of the undead soldiers couldn't even get close to the center of the battlefield. was crushed by the surging energy shockwave.

"Hiss...... Hurry up, I won't last long! ”

Under the continuous blows of a variety of high-level spells and dragon breath. Donheiru was soon left and right, his body was covered in scars from the electric split, and the thick insect shell was damaged and cracked in many places.

Hearing Doneiru's rapid roar in the Abyssal language, the necromancer in charge of running the magic tower said helplessly: "Lord Donheiru, please hold on a little longer, it will only take half an hour!" It only takes half an hour for us to be able to open the way to the hidden space above! ”

"Shh I'll give you as much time as lava to fully roast a Quasaimo! Otherwise, I'm going to suck all your bone marrow clean. Completely tear your soul to shreds it with fangs and swallow it in your stomach! ”

Donheiru's threat was not empty white fangs, and when the necromancer heard this, he was immediately frightened, and his already pale face suddenly became as transparent as paper.

Lava completely roasts a Quasai demon is a popular saying among demons in the abyss, meaning an extremely short period of time, if you had to convert it. It's about thirty seconds.

The necromancer knew that if Donheiru persevered under the siege of many powerful dragons, he would be in a miserable situation if he didn't do anything about it. And if you yourself because you haven't done anything. And if Donheiru is defeated, then facing those big guys who spit terrible dragon breath alone, the end will still be miserable.

The necromancer gritted his teeth. A final measure was taken.

In those evil magics, blood sacrifices are sacrificed to the dead. Donate blood and soul to speed up spell completion. Or amplify the power of a spell, which is a very common practice. This is the last measure used by the necromancer who kept the magic guide running under the magic tower.

After he chanted the evil and old incantation in a trembling voice, the heads of the other necromancers, who were standing beside him in a special position, were constantly casting spells, and suddenly their heads burst open like water balls poked by the tip of a needle.

A rain of bones, brains, blood, and minced flesh fell down and poured on the magic array on the ground. The entire tower is like a sports car engine that has been injected with a lot of nitrogen. The dark red pillar of light that had risen from the top of the tower to the zenith had become thicker again, tearing the sky apart at an even faster speed.

Click...... Bang......

The sound of shattering was mixed with a rumbling roar from the magic tower. Instead of destroying it from the outside, the magic guide began to collapse on its own because of internal reasons. It's just that the necromancer didn't stop, but intensified his efforts to sacrifice the evil magic power obtained by his subordinates with blood, and further urged the magic circle.

Eventually, the bone-filled tower began to fall apart. But at the same time, the spatial barrier on the entire canopy was also rapidly disappearing.

A blinding light flashed in Gordon's eyes, like a tactical nuclear weapon suddenly detonated on the horizon. He didn't expect that the magic tower, which had been emitting dark light, would actually bloom with such a dazzling light at the last moment of disintegration.

He couldn't help but turn his face sideways.

When the corner of his eye faded away, he turned his head to look at it again, and the tall magic guide that had been built by the demons overnight had turned into nothingness, and was replaced by a pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters, surrounded by mountains of bones piled up in a radial state.

Environmental changes can be more than that. When Gordon looked up, he was even more taken aback.

The pillar of light released by the magic tower at the last moment not only expanded the original spatial rift several times, but also ablated the entire canopy into one rift after another. The entire sky above Seanzu had now become a large sieve full of holes.

At this time, the Red Dragon Titanis, also fought with the Iron Hoof Barral.

Both sides can be said to have achieved the set goals, or they can be said to have not achieved them.

The magic tower was destroyed, and the Titanis completed the combat mission, but the spatial barrier between the upper Serenzu and the Nether had been damaged to the point that it could not be repaired. It can be said that the hidden space formed by the Ancient Orb in the sky above Seanzu has now completely lost its mystery. A mage's blessed flying technique is long enough to easily fly into the sky, through those cracks, and into the Upper Seranzu. If it's a creature like Flomo with the ability to fly, then it's even simpler.

As for Ironhoof Balral, although the spatial barrier was not completely destroyed and the magic tower was lost, it was not too bad to be able to achieve the current situation.

It's just that now the Titanis and Ironhoof Barral are in a state of defeat after a big battle. One of the red dragon's wings seemed to be broken, and it was weakly tilted to one side, and its left forelimb was slashed by the enemy's giant axe. The hideous wound was swirled with black gas, making those who were as strong as the Titanis with self-healing ability also bleed incessantly and gradually weakened.

And Ironhoof Baral looked even worse. It lost one arm, one retreated, and half of its head was scorched and charred by the other's dragon breath. However, Gordon knew that the demons in the Endless Abyss, who were on the home field, had amazing recovery abilities. The effort it took to restore Ironhoof Barral must have taken much less than that of the Titanis.

If the Titanis and Ironhoof Barral had other enemies besides each other. So after the destruction of the magic tower, there was no reason for the two sides to fight again. The Red Dragon led his right-hand men to the skies, burrowed into the spatial rift, and returned to the Upper Seranzu. And in order to reduce losses, Ironhoof Barral did not let his troops and the few remaining abyssal dragons pursue him.

"Donheiru, are you still alive?" Barral roared.

"Still there, my master!" The big demon bug burrowed out of a pile of bones, "I just need to recuperate for a few days for a new carapace to grow." ”

"I need a break, too, the red dragon is a tough enemy. If it weren't for being in the abyss, I'm afraid I wouldn't be his opponent. Barral said, reaching out and ripping off half of his burnt head, and then crushing it into a pile of powder. If he had been an ordinary creature, he would have died a long time ago, but he was both an undead and a demon, and his life form was completely different, so it was fine.

Iron Hoof Barral lifted the remaining half of his head and looked at the sky, which was even more mutilated than his head, his gaze piercing through one spatial rift after another, scanning the situation in the mysterious space of Upper Seranzu.

"One of the conditions that the Northumbrappians offer me the Abyssal Dragon is for me to help them break the spatial barrier. What are those followers of the Dragon Queen for, who have to go to it at such a great price? The red dragon and his army just now tried their best to prevent us from opening the spatial rift, and for what, what incredible treasure were they protecting? ”

Donheiru hissed irritably and flew to Barral's side: "Master, whatever the Northumbrårds are looking for and what the dragons are protecting, wouldn't it be better if we killed them all and snatched them over?" ”

"What a brilliant idea, Donheiru." Balal, who was only half of his head left, showed a plausible smile, and he didn't know whether to approve or ridicule his subordinates.

The Northumbradian were his allies, and the cooperation between the two sides was pleasant for the time being. But if the mysterious space above his head is really worth doing it himself, then Ironhoof Barral wouldn't mind stabbing his ally in the back. But before that, he had to heal from his injuries and clean up the hidden dangers left by Barudilon. (To be continued......)