It's no secret that the dragons possess terrifying regeneration abilities, and perhaps the reason why the Dark Elf mages didn't kill them completely hundreds of years ago was because they mistook the dragons' regeneration abilities for the immortal abilities. When a monster is faced with the ability to become undead, it can drain the confidence of any crusader in an instant. But now it was different, and after magically sealing its bones, it could no longer show off its near-shameless regenerative abilities to those it saw as prey.

Everything has a beginning and an end, as it is now. The dragon's attack is not perfect, and it will also have its own weaknesses. The number of chains in the cave is limited, and although everyone is not sure whether it can spit out poison at any time and anywhere, it is absolutely impossible for it to spit out poison at any cost. Everything in the world is in balance, and when the balance is broken, then everything will collapse.

Although the adventurers' attacks are not fatal, each blow is actually smashed on the dragon's head, and the constant struggle consumes the adventurers' strength as well as the dragon's strength. Krent didn't deceive the crowd, but if the magic seal didn't work, he shouldn't have to bear the consequences, because he didn't come up with the solution itself.

"It's better to take your chances now, Marcos. Karl reminded Marcos, but the latter did not step forward to join the adventurers attacking the dragon because of his intermittent headaches.

"Wake up, Marcos......" he patted his head heavily, hoping to relieve the pain a little. But obviously, that won't work. Carl quickly saw the clue, and he immediately ran to Marcos's side and helped him back behind the boulder. Although the dragon is now unable to see anything, it still poses a certain threat. The adventurer who attacked the dragon retreated after two waves of attacks, not only because of caution, but also because the chains that whizzed in mid-air were the most immediate threat to everyone.

"Hey, are you okay?" Karl asked anxiously, and Marcos was half-kneeling with a headache and his hands clutching his head tightly. "I ...... It's okay...... I didn't expect ...... Will it be at times like this...... Damn ......"

Karl reached out and touched Marcos's forehead, and for a split second he almost thought that a flame was burning in Marcos' head. "God......" He tried to help Marcos straighten up as much as he could, then let his back rest on the boulder.

"That's the price...... "Marcos smiled helplessly, his head leaning weakly against the boulder. "I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while, you go and deal with the evil dragon with the others. We don't have many chances because we've lost a lot of chances......" he said to Carl weakly.

"Soon to be back. Carl turned and rushed out from the side of the boulder, and Marcos looked at his back, smiling and shaking his head. "Go, bullet crow. ”

The dragon finally broke free from the wave mark that a guy had placed on it, lifted its head, let out a loud roar, and then spread its entire head like a taut bow. The bones creaked with its movements, and this time the crowd was no longer afraid, for them it was only the dragon's last struggle before dying.

It opened its mouth again, trying to spew poison. But Anna's movements were even faster than that, and she stepped forward in the face of the dragon's sharp and shining bone spurs with a dagger-like mouth, and at the same time the lightsaber in her hand stabbed out with lightning speed. The surging of poisonous breath in the dragon's throat was noticeably slower than before, and this was the opportunity that Anna had seized.

Everything that followed was very fast, Anna continued to swing the lightsaber to slash out dazzling slashes, and a petal formed by the internal strength of the lightsaber gradually appeared on the dragon's head with the continuous slashing. Just before the surging poisonous breath was about to erupt from its mouth, Anna clenched the hilt of her sword and threw a powerful slash of up ninety degrees, shattering the petals and causing an explosion of internal strength.

This was the first time that the dragon's breath attack had been successfully interrupted, and it had tilted the scales of battle to an incredible degree. No one has ever been able to do this in the last twenty minutes or so.

Another terrifying sigh shook through the broken bones, and the adventurer with the greatsword continued to attack the dragon. He stepped forward again, his fingers almost touching the dragon's bones, and the great sword in his hand slashed straight into the dragon's head, full of power. Anna made another effort, leaping in front of the dragon, and stabbed the tip of her sword at its throat with a ferocious sword, and in the attack, a flickering white light reflected on Anna's face.

Carl on the other side jumped up at this moment, and with the skills he had honed in the duel of the Impossible Land for many years, he took three quick steps, just like hundreds of times he had once stepped on. He believes that he can make changes with the revolver that has been with him for many years. His steps picked up the revolver in his hand, and the sound of pulling the trigger sounded like the death knell of Spitz, the evil dragon. The final barrage of silver bullets struck the dragon, burrowing into its skull without sparing, piercing every part of its head. And the dragon, now it can't change anything.

It ended so suddenly, and after the dragon let out one last desperate roar, its head slammed into the ground, losing all reaction. This sudden change left no one to react, because they had been fighting a monster that was too powerful to speak for more than twenty minutes, and when victory came, the emotions that came to their hearts were not joy, but relief. It's like escaping the judgment of the gods, it's like coming back from a nightmarish hell.

Relieved, Karl lowered his hands and looked at the empty bullet pouch above his belt, where he had used all the silver bullets he had prepared before leaving. Footsteps sounded behind him, and he couldn't wait to look back. Marcos smiled, though the smile couldn't hide his pain, as his face was covered in beads of sweat from the severe headache and a few wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead. "Well done, my friend. ”

"I trust you. Carl replied softly.

"Me too. ”

Marcos smiled and leaned against the boulder. "This time it's a bit too hard, and the ghosts and gods are very greedy...... However, now the principality has a reason to call you dragon slayers......"

Karl walked over and grabbed his body. "You need painkillers. ”

"When did you become like Fett, I said a long time ago, that medicine doesn't work......"

"At least try. Karl replied. "If you still stick to your ideas, then I'll keep saying that all the time, just like Fett. ”

"Well, at least in this matter, you have won the ......"210[.]