If he had free time, Duke would never mind playing against a strong rival like Cromatus.

It's a pity that Duke is not available, because at the very moment when Clomatus appeared, the Deathwing on the first floor of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep was activated.

His sheer size already gives him a huge advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Furthermore, he is a death dragon, and no matter where he is attacked, he cannot inflict a fatal blow except for soul-level attacks that can involve the origin.

If he was just an empty shelf with a pair of skins, the Guardians wouldn't mind dismantling him like a piece of metal and dismantling him to powder.

It's a pity that the powerful regeneration ability keeps repairing his body, although every strong person knows that such a high-speed regeneration body will definitely not last long, but before that 'too long' is completely finished, no one can do anything about him.

Brother Wings was on a rampage on the first floor, and he saw an opportunity, and after he beat the Ursok and Utor brothers, he did whatever he wanted.

The first thing Nesario found was Cenarius. The coalition forces are two full of milk, Freya is a ten-story giant, and she is the best dish in Cenarius.

In front of the two-hundred-meter-long and huge dragon tail, his four legs also became small and short-legged things, and with one sweep, Senarius was directly swept off three legs and became 'Cainarius'.

It's not dead that I'm dead, I'm just losing my ability to move for a while.

Desperately blocking Wing's mending knife, Godring rushed over, biting Cainarius's ass and dragging it towards the temple's side hall. There's at least a protective circle over there, and it can last a little longer.

Fighting in a group before the second nurse, this is common sense, and this trick is used to the fullest by the wings.

With a claw kicking away Tulawang, Wings decisively sent Freya a dragon wing slap, knocking half of the female guardian's face crooked.

There was no love battle at all, he ate Torimu's thunder blow, and rushed to the second floor of the Dragon Sleep Temple in a daze.

The space on the second floor is not as large as the first, about half the space. This is better for Deathwing's size.

The space was too small, and his size was too large to move.

The space is too large, and those dragon-annoying flies have a place to dodge.

As soon as they reached the second layer, the smaller god of the wilderness did not dare to go up.

Otherwise......

What about the god meat sauce?

It was the Guardian's call for help that forced Duke to cheat.

What made Cromatus a blow was the crooked building of history, Uther, who should have retired from history a long time ago but became the Lich King in this life!

He didn't seem to do anything, just raised his small arm and shook it at the chest of Clomatus, like the Death Knight's signature [Death Grip].

A faint black glow plunged into the multicolored dragon's chest—the light so unpretentious and unpretentious that the Twilight cultists in the vicinity couldn't even notice anything special about the spell.

There are even Twilight cultists who sneer at what appears to be a Death Knight.

But in the next second, Clomatus's situation almost drives the Twilight followers crazy.

Because the whole dragon of Clomatus is not good!

This multicolored dragon should be perfect.

After the last neck and head were picked up by Enzos, Nefarian was forced to work by the combination of Enzos and Nesario. Only the soul that was almost annihilated and the bitter black dragon prince with a dragon neck and a dragon head was left, and he had no intention of dying at all.

With the utmost enthusiasm and the utmost seriousness, he finally made this supreme masterpiece that contained himself, Cromatus.

This is the culmination of countless experiments and thousands of years of research. In order to avoid the excessive load caused by the energy conflict and the collapse of the dragon body that Clomatus had pieced together, he also specially obtained the creation method of [Dragon Soul] from his father, and transformed a magic array, so that the power of the five-colored dragon was fused outside the body and blasted out.

This is the most perfect form of existence for a multicolored dragon. As long as you control the output power of the five dragon heads and make their dragon breath spew the same power, then there will be no problems.

Theoretically, it does.

But Nefarian would never have imagined that there was a Lich King in this world who specialized in the dead, and he was still a mixed alliance!

I think that Arthas could kill the blue dragon Saffilon and turn him into a frost dragon under his control.

He also controlled many death dragons, including Sindagosa, the queen of the Blue Dragon. This shows the Lich King's control over the dead.

Uther, as a paladin with the strongest willpower, has never given in to the will, even if he is absorbed by the [Frost Sorrow]. In a sense, in this world where spiritual power is power, Uther's strength as the Lich King is likely to be higher than Arthas.

This is something that cannot be known at this stage!

But with his move, Nefarian felt bad for the first time.

Originally, through the dragon body stitching and soul fusion, the souls of the five dragons were merged into one, and the thoughts were synchronized.

Who knows, at the critical moment of this pair of big moves, they suddenly collapsed again.

Nefarian instinctively wanted to use his willpower against the massive mental oppression.

He failed!

Like the wurm at the lower end of the food chain, the pure-blooded dragon at the top of the food chain opposite has a natural fear, and he is completely irresistible to the sense of coercion from the mysterious man.

The other party is his king!

Dominate his body, his soul!

Every word of the other party, falling into his spirit, is an absolutely irresistible holy decree!

Perhaps, when he has stronger soul powers, he can fight against this mysterious 'King of the Dead'.

Maybe his father could do it.

But not his Nefarian!

"Oh-no-" Nefarian let out a final exclamation.

Clomatus's soul collapsed, and the light cannon released by the natural multicolored dragon could not be sustained.

Others only saw that Du Mouke's gorgeous big move finally overturned Cromatus's colorful cannon. But no one can see the role of Uther, the Lich King.

In fact, Duke doesn't mind letting Uther make a grand appearance, and by the way, he will wash his name.

But Uther was adamantly opposed.

Nadu Mouke could only be cheeky and take the feat of 'killing the colorful dragon with one blow' into his arms.

Everyone watched in amazement as the pillar of elemental light pierced through the black dragon's skull, eventually crashing into the massive body of the five colors, and the other four heads wailed in pain, their necks held high, and their entire bodies rose from the wet reef of the ancient beach and fell backwards.