Polis of Ebu, the dragon king of Athas, the completer of the ten-layer demon dragon transformation spell, and the most powerful of the disciples of the primordial warlocks.

He was also the Thirteenth Warrior of Rajat, known as the Dwarven Slayer, and in the most dangerous moment of the Purification War, he almost single-handedly fought against all the coalition forces of the Dwarven Realm and their gods, and finally won the final victory. Today, in Attas, the remaining dwarves are not only few, but they are scattered, and they have never been able to form a social structure larger than a family.

Even the false gods worshipped by the dwarves were completely destroyed by Polis, their temples were razed to the ground by powerful magic, their priests and paladins were rounded up and hunted like dogs, beheaded for public display, their scriptures burned and destroyed, and all those who recited the names of these false gods or chanted pseudo-sacred songs were put to death. During the fifteen-century-long war of purification, it took several generations for Polis to completely erase these false gods from the memory of all civilians.

But these false gods still left some traces in the world, not because Polis was not able to catch it, but because Polis intended it to be.

The last vestiges of the existence of these false gods in the world are called the Golem of Atonement.

The Witch King Dragos - the Third Champion and the Ravage of the Giants - specializes in necromantic spells, and the corpses of the gods he killed have been mummified into gods. Although Polis was more advanced in magic than Dlegos, his study of the nature of life and death was far inferior to the latter. Out of jealousy, and disappointed that he couldn't replicate the mummy of the god's body, Polis created another terrifyingly twisted being, the Golem of Atonement.

The dwarven gods who were defeated by Polis were abused and brainwashed, and then a series of surgeries implanted various glands and weapons into the bodies of these victims. Polis knew a lot about making Flesh Golems, so he was able to create these Divine Golems, and even the Primordial Warlock borrowed from his invention. These golems of atonement, the brainwashing blasphemy words and the orders of their masters resounded in their ears over and over again, and the various horrific torture instruments on their bodies were eternally causing pain. Driven by stimulants and pain, they will fearlessly and even madly rush towards the Witch King's enemies until they are destroyed, atoning for their foolish deeds against the Witch King.

Most of the Golems of Atonement were destroyed in the battle against the Primordial Warlocks after the Battle of Purification, but a few survived. Now, two golems stood beside the Witch King Polis, one on the left and one on the right. Their torsos are wrapped in armor studded with spikes, but the nails are not outward, but inward. The armor was covered in rust and mottled blood, and in many places there were traces of heavy blows. As for the flesh under the armor...... The dwarf was no longer visible, and the endless torture and distortion of spells had turned the former false god into a massive lump of flesh like a proliferating tumor, barely maintaining the appearance of a humanoid creature only by that armor.

However, Polis's greatest invention is the magic dragon spell.

He was the first Witch King to use spells to distort his form, and the only Witch King to have done so completely. He proudly called this transformation the next stage of humanity, and through this transformation spell, he gained power far above other witch kings.

Fifteen centuries of purification warfare and the immense pressure of natural selection have made the Athas taller and stronger than the inhabitants of the other main material planes. But they are also hungry, in need of air and water, and can contract diseases, and the Witch King of the Demon Dragon can ignore any harsh natural environment and can stand fearlessly under any strange starry sky in the flesh. What's more, the form of the magic dragon and the essence of magic are so closely combined that the witch king's mana and ability to resist spells can be terrifyingly increased.

For today's battle, Polis specially prepared a black robe with a simple appearance, but with a super enchantment. Even when he reverts to his dragon form, the robe grants him various resistances and speeds up the time his magic casts. He wears various magical items on his head, hands, waist and neck, and even his ankles, which shimmer with artifacts under arcane vision. Polis usually disdains to rely on external forces to fight, which he considers to be a sign of weakness, but this time the fight made him willing to make an exception.

Invisible pressure emanated from him, and the air became more solemn.

On the opposite side of Polis hangs the Witch King Nibennay, the master of illusion magic, the sixth fighter, and the enemy of the dwarf. Nibennay looked at Polis, but tilted his head slightly, without nodding or saluting.

The Dragon King snorted disapprovingly, but said no further. He looked at the Coral Witch and held out a hand full of spell rings, "Give me a hand, Sadiri. He said, in a deep guttural voice. "Let's join forces against Rajat! just like we did when we were in Pure Fortress!"

"My friend is not Rajat. Coral Witch shook her head firmly. "Kill him and you won't get anything. It will only be a waste of time that you could have used to prevent the primordial warlock from resurrecting. ”

"Unfortunately, I think I can get a lot out of it. The dragonlord narrowed his eyes, and even in his human form, his eyes were as narrow as reptiles. His bare skin is not as soft as a human, but like scales. "He's Rajat, but he's also a host of Rajat. Do you think I'm going to be wrong? I can smell the stench of the old thing's soul from every plane. ”

"What's more......" The dragon king glanced at Muhadi before continuing to say to Sadiri. "Remember the battle at Pure Fortress? You didn't see the end of the battle, but I did. ”

"A Starch Spencer sent a druid to save the human, and even I couldn't catch up with the pursuit. The dragon king said, as if squeezing out of his teeth. "I haven't tasted this kind of defeat in years. ”

"I've heard, you're talking about that Starch Spencer Druid named Camilla. She's known Mohamad for a long time, and I don't think it's strange that she'll save her friend. Satili said.

"You have a good nature, which is why you treat people who don't deserve it as your friends, and interpret some strange behaviors as mutual help between friends. "Behind the Dragon King, a battle has broken out. But Polis didn't seem to be intent on intervening immediately, and Satili was nervous and motionless because she was wary of the other party, and didn't dare to break the deadlock first. "I've always been used to speculating at the worst possible point of view. And I know very well that the Starch Spencers don't make friends with the druids. These weirdos are outright utilitarians, and they must act for a reason. ”

"Moreover, I wounded the Starch Spencer Pai Druid, leaving her with a feather. The Dragon King continued, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "Guess what I found?"

"I see she's not just a Starch Spencer Druid, she's a copy of Rajat!" Polis gritted his teeth. "The weirdos, they cloned a double out of the broken primordial warlock primordial essence...... I don't know why she appears as a woman, but I'll tell you, I'm pretty sure she's Rajat's stand-in!"

(Since the complete Rajat genetic material could not be found, and indeed the Y chromosome, the Grand Elder of the Starch Spencer sect druids had to make two copies of the X chromosome to create Camilla, and as a result, Camilla became female.) She is actually a clone of the opposite sex of Rajat. ）

"Rajat's replica body, and the fragments of his soul that Rajat kept using the Mind Seed...... If you think about it, you'll admit that my inference is correct!"

"I don't believe it. Sadiri shook her head, ready to strike at any moment.

"Then let me prove it to you!" Polis proudly declared. "Don't meddle in this battle, when we push that person into a hurry, he will naturally reveal his true self!"

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Nibennay skillfully manipulated his illusion and controlled Muhadi in an instant.

The latter felt a moment of dizziness, and then he found himself in a strange place, full of tall, twisted metal buildings, and the streets flowed with molten iron. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and a dragon with five heads soared through the sky.

He couldn't remember why he was in this place, or what he was going to do. The people around him seemed to be yelling at him, but in an unfamiliar language, and he couldn't understand a word.

He shook his head and tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He had forgotten what he was talking about.

Then he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember his name. Nibennay didn't slow down his offensive because of his opponent's distraction, and with just one thought, he instantly unleashed a series of devastating offensive magic, heading straight for the Psychic Warlock.

The Divine Squire Kailin just in time erected a magic shield and flicked off the Witch King's first attack spell. The glowing orb of destruction bounced off and spun and struck a towering metal tower, burning a circular hole over three hundred feet in diameter near the top floor, the edge of which could be seen reddened and melted metal. The location directly hit by the orb has been completely vaporized, and the metal vapor has killed the few Butz Devils who have not escaped from hiding in the tower.

Through the round hole, you can see that more towers have been pierced by this orb. The metal edifices that stood side by side were all battered by the blow like neatly arranged bowling pins, and they looked like a row of gigantic metal tombstones with round holes in the tops.

Kailin used healing to heal her remnants and flew up with Muhadi by the neckline. Another orb hit the place where the latter had been standing, and the explosion caused by the expansion of the volume after the vaporization of the metal was like an invisible hand, pushing the two of them behind their backs.

"Can you show your abilities?!" the Priest said to the Psychic Warlock, who didn't respond.

Feelings of nausea and nausea welled up in Muhadi's heart, and Kailin, who was flying in mid-air, shook as well. Nibennay's spell obliterates their shield of magic, then reduces their resistance to spells, making them more vulnerable. The spell of another witch king created a huge and strange illusion in front of them, inexplicable, with all kinds of indescribable fleshy organs that looked like chelica and tentacles, bulbous bodies, and countless eyes and lumps.

Just looking at the phantom created by the movie king Nibennay is enough to kill, and those who are the most tenacious can barely save their lives at the cost of the destruction of their own sanity.

Kailin let out an inhuman scream, Hitomi widened to the maximum in her excessive fear and pain. She fell from the sky like a swan in the middle of an arrow, letting go of her grip on Muhadi's collar.

The Psychic Warlock fell from the sky, and a pool of hot and red molten iron rushed in front of his eyes.

After --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dragon, Tiamat found that the female psychic she was facing was much more difficult to deal with than she had first thought.

She knew that psychic abilities could be broadly divided into six different schools - Psychic Prophecy (Insightful), Psychic Creation (Shapeshifter), Psychic Transformation (Manipulator), Psychic Self-Shaping (Changeling), Psychic Teleportation (Psychic Traveler), and Psychic Enchantment (Psychic Transmitter). Most psychic sorcerers can only use the psionic schools they specialize in, and at most they can only master a few cross-school abilities, so although psionic powers are unpredictable, they are not as versatile as magic, and they are not particularly difficult to deal with.

But as if the female psyker could ignore this constraint entirely, she unbridled the abilities of various schools in a way that could be called extravagant, without the slightest hint of sluggishness and difficulty.

The Female Psychic Warlock unleashes her ability to jump slightly back and forth in the timeline to defuse most of the Dragon's attacks. Whenever dragon flames or acid lightning were about to strike, she would always disappear in place, and then suddenly appear from somewhere else. Sometimes, two or even three or four female psychomancers would appear at the same time, throwing deadly abilities at Tiamat from different directions. Sometimes she's completely gone, as she's used her ability to rewind herself a little bit from the timeline to support her not so long ago.

The dragon flew high and flew, sprinting, circling, and turning, more agile than the falcon, and her huge body was incredibly flexible. In the shadow cast by Tiamat, every Báthez demon fell into a panic, and her roar made the entire plane tremble. Even the devil's army, which wanted to come to maintain order, was afraid of the voice, and was indifferent to the whips and reprimands of their superiors, and stopped outside the combat area.

Between the burst of flames and the thunder of lightning, the figure of the female psychomancer flashed from time to time, and lightning crackled around her. When she really couldn't dodge the dragon queen's attack, she used her immortal body and supernatural change to block it. With the bonus of divinity, even the most powerful abilities can't fully protect against these attacks. A dragon flame ignited half of Aisha's body, and her robe melted into flesh and turned beyond recognition. But in the next moment, she used her ability to restore limbs to make herself.

The more intense confrontation takes place in the Unseen Realm, where Aisha uses a sea of abilities to reach deep into the dragon queen's soul in an attempt to confuse the latter's consciousness, weaken her fighting spirit, and disintegrate her spirit.

Five disdainful smiles appeared on the five faces of the dragon queen, if this human psyker thought that she would be affected by this attack, then she was mistaken.

Tiamat could sense that an ability was trying to disintegrate his sense of self, splitting it in two, and turning himself against himself. The other side is desperately trying to instill in themselves the idea that the battle itself is meaningless and that they should not get involved.

She laughed and swept away the ridiculous idea, and her own involvement in the battle was of course for a clear reason, and it was also profitable. The reason why she came here to attack this group of humans is because ......

Why is it because of this? The Dragon Queen suddenly felt a fog in her consciousness, and she suddenly couldn't remember why she had come here to fight.

The Dragon Queen concluded that the psyker had once again broken her expectations, and that her abilities were stronger than she had ever imagined. Tiamat tries to fight the influence, and she begins to reminisce step by step about how she got to this place. Well...... An ugly but powerful dragon found himself and offered himself a chance to take revenge......

...... Of course, I wouldn't ally with a weak naked ape, would I, and I agreed to join forces because the other party was also a dragon...... But why is he now in human form?

Ugly in appearance, strong in strength, magic dragon. Ugly in appearance, strong in strength, magic dragon. The ability that invaded the mind kept hinting.

Aisha's ability attempted to dispel the residual effects of the Witch King Nibennay's illusion in Tiamat's mind, but to little avail. The Celestial Dragon let out another roar that was enough to send the Bad Devil in fear, and attacked with all its might.

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"If you're not one of mine, you're my enemy!" shouted Polis, ignoring Niben Nai and Tiamat, who were fighting their opponents behind him, and shot directly at Satili.

The first spell was just a temptation, used to trigger a chain of accidents that might exist on Satili. Many mages are accustomed to storing amulet spells in advance with the Chain Nexus Spell, which will automatically activate when a hostile spell is attacked.

The second and third spells are used to disarm these activated protective spells. The fourth is used to reduce resistance and immunity to specific spells, followed by attack spells with multiple spell sequencing abilities instantaneous.

The Coral Witch's counterattack was just right to restrain the Dragon King's attack, and she refreshed her protective spell to counter Polis's attack. At the same time, she used the simulacrum spell to create a double cast spell to destroy Polis's mirror image and protection, and she could directly attack Polis's real body.

The Dragon King abandoned his human form and restored his true form as a demon dragon. All spells were instantly neutralized when they came into contact with Polis's scaly-covered skin, and the Dragonlord was unscathed and immediately launched a fierce counterattack. The two god-body golems accompanying the Witch King, one on the left and one on the right, attacked from both sides.

Knowing that her attempt had failed again, Satili had to cast a spell again to turn back time and go back to before the two of them started.

"If you're not mine, you're my enemy!" shouted Polis.

This time, the Coral Witch has taken a different strategic. She attacked first, disarming Polis's protective spell faster. But she still couldn't resist the dragon king's counterattack after launching the transformation, so she could only cast the spell again and return to before the move.

"If you're not mine, you're my enemy!" shouted Polis.

I don't know how many times this cycle has been repeated, and to an onlooker, the duel between the Witch King and the Sun Mage seems to be less intense and powerful than expected. But in fact, the battle between the two was far more dangerous than the battle between Nibennay and Tiamat and their opponents. The temporal stream in this area is as fragile as cheese gnawed by bugs.

Sadiri couldn't remember how many times she'd tried, or how long she had been trying. To an outsider observer, it seemed as if the battle between the two had not really begun, but she knew it was just a matter of trial and error. There were a few times when she behaved very well, and she had almost gained the upper hand over the Dragon King. But each time she failed to keep Polis at bay.

It is clear that Eboulis is using the same tactics. Satili didn't doubt that she should have succeeded in suppressing Polis a few times after trying so many times, but in that case, Polis would also cast a spell to turn back time and make it never happen, and she would lose the memory of the other party. It was the same for Polis, who couldn't remember any time he had suppressed the other person, because in that case Satili would cast a spell to turn back time.

Casting spells doesn't come without cost, and even though the Coral Witch can now draw power from the stars, the frequent casting of legendary spells still drains her energy. She didn't know how many times Polis had to cast time-manipulation spells, but the Dragon King didn't look tired at all. And even if Polis's mana is exhausted, just the combat power of the demon dragon itself, she can't resist.

Sadiri knew she had to find a way to break the deadlock.

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Nibennay cast a spell of imprisonment to trap the human, the host of the remnant soul of the primordial warlock.

His spell was interrupted.

Before the psychic could fall into the molten iron, he was sent flying out by a horizontal force and landed in a relatively safe area, appearing unconscious.

The Witch King turned in the air, looking at the uninvited guest who had interrupted him. "There's always someone who likes to plug in halfway. "Although the Celestial Dragon was chasing after her, she had just broken the Witch King's spell at the last moment.

The female psychic Aisha showed another ability, catching the Divine Servant Kailin who fell from the sky. Teleported her safely to the top platform of a metal tower.

"You know, I've studied the human host's experience, the way he fought, all the abilities he had. There was one anomaly that really caught my attention. His master, Lyra the Psychic Man, also known as the Six Soulsmen, is the most powerful of the Attas Psychic Warlocks other than the Thousand Soul Heads, and she has a very unique habit of teaching only one apprentice at a time. Niben shook his head, the loose skin on his neck swaying with his movements. "When I noticed your profile, I thought she had just gotten rid of a little quirk from the past, and nothing special to pay attention to. ”

Aisha didn't say a word, as if she was concentrating on dodging Tiamat's attack.

"You're so well disguised that even I've just noticed it. The Witch King continued. "You have the breath of Lyra, the Mind Demon Seed, I should have thought of it. But I don't understand what you're doing this, why you're pretending to be this identity, why you're lurking around him, you're spying on him, aren't you? I smell some amazing conspiracy. ”

"When I get rid of you, I'll pry your head open and satisfy my curiosity!" His body was elongated, magnified, twisted. Scales emerged from his skin, covering the skin covered in age spots and wrinkles. His eyes narrowed and long, like those of a dragon.

A demon dragon with red and black stripes appeared in the sky above the steel city. His scales shone like polished armor, shining against the dark red glow of Bartow.