"Dudu~" The poignant iron whistle sounded, and under the order of the leading officer, the one hundred eagles at the forefront of the team solemnly pulled out the backpack behind them, sharpened the armor-piercing throwing gun, and then threw a wave of attacks neatly.

With the blessing of the war song, their speed had increased considerably, but even so, they had been fighting with Madegar for a while before they reached the position where they could attack, and after clinging to the black dragon line, they were about seventy paces away from Madegar.

Combined with the alloy armor-piercing spear specially made for them in hand, within this distance, these selected Harpies can easily break through the opponent's excellent full-body steel armor, and even ordinary light shields can penetrate without pressure;

As Modo expected, Medegar, who was basically in the process of bombardment, still had a certain advantage, was unable to intercept all of them in the face of the sudden extra hundred armor-piercing guns.

Madgar used two bursts of fireballs to intercept about 30 guns, and the rest of the guns all hit the target.

It's just that this special armor-piercing spear didn't achieve any results at all, and Modo clearly saw that the seemingly sharp tip of the armor-piercing spear was blocked by a flickering magic shield before it pierced Madgar's body, and then it slid to one side, and finally fell weakly from the air.

A sneer rose from the corner of Madgar's mouth, it was his silent shame on the little dwarf, with this level of dense attack, he wanted to break the defense of a super strong man, it was really a funny joke.

As if unable to accept this reality, two hundred more Harpies joined in the attack of the spears, and Medegar, who had confidence, did not even bother to intercept in the face of such a torrential rain.

Anyway, this level of damage is not even able to break the defense for him, and it is better to make up for a protective magic after a while, so Madegar instead concentrated all his strength and increased the magic output of the black dragon.

As time passed, the black dragons, who had long been scarred all over their bodies, gradually showed signs of excessive blood loss, and there were several weaker black dragons crumbling in the air, and they couldn't hold on for long; as long as these black dragons withdrew from the battle, Medegar's advantage would be so great that the little dwarf would despair.

Medgar's mood relaxed again, in general, this time, there were accidents of one kind or another in the process, but he was still more expectant and satisfied with the upcoming results.

"Ang~" There were several dragon moans full of grief and injustice, and two more black dragons couldn't hold on, although they wanted to completely tear the dry old man in front of them with their fangs and claws, but the serious injuries on their bodies made it difficult to even fly.

Not to mention, the power of the dragon's breath is indeed amazing and easy to use, but it is not the saliva in the stomach, you can keep spitting it out, and the saliva also has a time to spit out, and at this time, the dragon breath they spit out has gradually appeared in the follow-up weakness.

"When you're done spitting out that pitiful dragon's breath, and see what else you have to resist my powerful magic, can you use your worthless dragon language magic to still think that you can fight me hand-to-hand?"

At this time, the rebels, led by the little dwarf, also seemed to realize the tragic end of their imminent defeat, and they raised the intensity of their attacks to the craziest level since the start of the war.

Even the invisible, few muskets that had already been thrown, grabbed the last of the muskets and flapped their wings and flew towards Madegar, intending to attack in close quarters.

It's just that Medgar looked at it a little out of the corner of his eye, these thin chick-like harpies really didn't think that their melee attacks could be much stronger than long-range throws!

The super strong man who wants to end the battle as soon as possible plans to ignore these large numbers of weak chicken characters again, and blast all the black dragons into the sky first......

When Medgar advanced to the legend back then, the domain power he obtained was a relatively ordinary well of magic power, although the effect of doubling the magic power was also a very practical ability, but compared to the amazing power of others, it was really a bit shabby.

Then, when Medgar finally stepped into the realm of superpower after a hundred years of accumulation, he was full of expectations that he would gain new and stronger domain power, but fate seemed to play a joke on him, Madgar did indeed gain a strengthened domain power: the source of magical power.

This result almost broke the hapless Medegar, and there was basically no record of winning against other super powerhouses......

However, everything happened today made him feel different.

For the first time, he no longer felt unjust about his somewhat weak domain power, but felt that it was really a happy thing to have sufficient mana consumption, otherwise even if he exchanged for a stronger super mage powerhouse, he might not have consumed so many enemies.

The number of black dragons that could still persist in fighting him was decreasing one by one with the support of Medegar's almost endless magical power, and the number of black dragons in the sky was less than ten at this time, and three of them had already spewed out dragon breath, and could only use dragon language magic with far different powers, which had no effect in battle.

As for those Harpys who numbered five hundred, their melee attacks didn't even play a role in containment, and they poked at the throwing spears in their hands and seemed to be lively, but even a large magic shield that shrouded Madegar's body and was several meters away couldn't break through the defense.

Suddenly, the remaining black dragons and the little dwarfs were miserable, and Madgar found that he had gathered around him, frantically poking at the harpy who threw the spear, as if something terrible was about to happen, and flapped his wings and fled quickly.

Madgar, who didn't even sense the arrival of a strong enemy, was puzzled, and after smashing out the magic formed in his hand, he turned around and looked back.

I saw more than two hundred eagles behind him, silently hovering extremely close behind him, holding a bunch of sparkling iron balls in their hands, and their eyes were full of the deepest kind of utter madness......