The body of the King of Winterhold drew a blood-colored trail in the sky, smashing into the iron-armored dragon made of gray-black metal.

Faced with the King of Winterhold who was sent flying, the King of Ground Castle was well aware of his disregard for friend and foe under the influence of the Blood Battle Rune.

He didn't choose to save the King of Winterhold with the Black Iron Dragon he controlled.

Trapped in the inner throne of the black iron dragon's skull, he is almost completely integrated with the throne, and the king of Gensburg, who controls the rune dragon created by the entire dragon skeleton, can even feel a rejection and disgust for the weapon in the hands of the king of Wintercastle with the dragon skeleton as the root.

This sense of rejection and disgust is not much more than that of the tyrant.

And he also knew that the King of Winterhold was the same at this time, and even, he felt that the "tyrant" knew this very well, so he made the action of striking the King of Winterhold at him.

In fact, his judgment was correct, and at this moment, the King of Genborough suddenly saw that the "tyrant" who formed a giant eye with the blood-colored wind sea and acted as an eye in the center of the storm opened his huge mouth.

On the thick neck, blood shimmered.

And in the next moment, a roaring blood light tore through the air, and a spiky scale wind bomb full of blood streaks spewed out.

Driven by the blood-colored wind, it pierced through the air like an explosive wave of air, and the heavy sound barrier seemed to be dyed blood-colored, flying towards him.

No roar could be heard, but the silent glow of blood undoubtedly represented deadly destruction.

At this moment, the King of Genborough completely gave up the idea of using the spell-like spell engraved on the black iron dragon wings, and at this moment, the black iron metal giant mouth opened, and like the rest of the skull, the dragon teeth that had been covered, protected, and strengthened by black iron opened and appeared.

In the deep and hollow body cavity of the rune skeleton dragon wrapped in black iron, ring-like ripples that shimmered with strange brilliance and were like entities erupted.

The life energy fused with the nature of the earth element, from the breath of the earth vein dragon, formed a fluctuation like a substance, and shot forward in an incomparably strong trembling.

Between the fluctuating rings, the air seemed to be in a strange scene of explosion and trembling, and dense cracks appeared on the sharp scale wind bombs that shuttled by.

Rumble!

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In the fierce collision, a circle of blood-colored ripples like water waves exploded.

With a terrifying cracking sound, the blood-colored storm compressed in the sharp-scaled wind bomb burst open.

The blood-colored storm, between the dazzling blood light, exploded violently.

In the roaring blood-colored storm, the furious blood-colored vitality was like a living evil beast, and when the tearing blood wind formed, it turned into the outline of fangs and claws, spreading in all directions, attacking all the surrounding targets that could be attacked.

The ring-shaped ripples of energy with the nature of the earth element, at this moment, were invaded by seemingly endless blood-colored minions.

And these blood-colored minions, at this moment, as if they were living creatures, tore the ripples with a strong ferocious aggression the moment they appeared.

It's just that every blood-colored minion that came into contact with the ripples cracked and collapsed in an instant.

Just like the dense blood streaks on the scaly wind bombs, these blood-colored minions were not crushed from the outside, but as if they had been torn and cut from the inside.

In the body of the black iron dragon, the King of Genborough glanced to the side.

He didn't come to the rescue of the King of Winterkeep because he was blocking the Tyrant's attack, but he could see that the other party was flying past him dozens of meters away, and even intended to swing the axe at him.

He knows why.

But he also knew that he should focus his energy on dealing with tyrants.

Among the countless records left by the founder of the mountain kingdom and the oldest of the dwarven kings, there are descriptions of the earth element, especially the breath used by the leyline dragons.

In the description left by the King of Dwarves, all the power and energy transmission can be described as "waves".

Of these, the two waves are the most well-defined in form.

In the most concise description, as a representative of "compression waves", wind elemental energy can transmit force in the form of extrusion.

Although the earth element can be used as a transmission medium for two waves at the same time, the energy of the earth element is the most prominent and excellent in the propagation of "cracking waves" or "cutting waves".

The former, which is able to propagate in the atmosphere, water and rocks, is destroyed from the outside in the form of squeezing.

The latter, on the other hand, can only be transmitted within the solid things of rock and metal, but can be destroyed both inside and out.

The leyline dragon can spit out the same breath as other dragons, but it is much inferior to the wind dragon.

However, if you choose the latter......

With the energy of the earth element as the medium, the dragon breath of the leyline dragon can destroy all solid barriers.

If the enemy's defense is weak, the Dragon's Breath effect of the leyline dragon is not strong, but if the enemy has a solid defense.....

In front of the leyline dragon breath, there is only a difference in thickness, there is no energy to strengthen the resistance, and the vitality that is integrated with the nature of the earth element can easily destroy most entities.

In the face of the leyline dragon breath, only the energy barrier is effective, and only the physical protection is in vain.

He needs to find an opportunity to strike an all-out blow at the tyrant from close range.

And before that, he needs to consume the tyrant's power as much as possible.

Consume as much as you can.

Ideally, the Tyrant's energy protection is minimized.

The King of Genborough controls the Runesaurus and flapps its metal wings to fly swiftly downward, avoiding the sea of blood-colored wind that has formed as the scaly wind projectiles explode.

But......

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression.

This feeling made the King of Genborough immediately look back, and the huge, gray-black ironclad dragon body turned around violently, and inside the head, a slightly distorted resonance rune lit up.

In the next moment, a shield like a jewel was condensed on top of the black iron dragon's head.

At the same time, its terrifying dragon mouth, full of fangs, opened suddenly, and its rippled ring of energy spewed out.

His seemingly abrupt move was verified in the next moment.

With the terrifying impact, the huge jewel-shaped shield was slashed by a huge blade condensed by the surging bloodstream.

As the storm roared, the body of the rune dragon was shot down.

The leyline dragon's breath did not cause very powerful damage to this slash that was made of flowing blood energy and storm chimera.

The blood-colored, huge dragon head poked out from the storm and blood sea, and in the roaring and roaring storm, the rolling, huge blood-colored dragon head opened suddenly.

Although the corpse of the Rune Skeleton Dragon came from the strongest leyline dragon that the Dragon Empire had lost in the mountains, its body was only thirty meters long.

And now...... In front of this blood-colored power that flowed and swirled, and the blood head of the tyrant formed by the flow of the storm, it seemed incomparably small.

With just one bite, the head of the tyrant of storm and blood engulfed the gray-black body of the rune dragon.

However, soon, the huge gray-black dragon shadow tore apart the dragon head formed by the storm blood sea.

One big and one small, one up and one down, one red and one black.

Two dragons of similar size looked at each other.

However, no matter who it was, whether it was the dwarven nest dragon on the ground, or the king of the root castle himself who controlled the rune dragon, in the face of the tyrant with huge blood wings and hideous form, he unconsciously substituted himself into a low position, into the weaker side.

It's not that he wants to substitute or not, but his life force, the life force inside the dragon skeleton, in that blood-colored sense of oppression, automatically made a choice.

This instinctive horror and cringe, the moment the King of Genburgh realized it, immediately chose to fight back-

The gray-black dragon claws grabbed upwards aggressively.

Between the energy floats, the fluctuations that seem to be able to shatter all barriers also arise.

And in the blood-colored tyrant, in the blood-colored child hole, there is not the slightest change.

At this moment, the claw of the tyrant also swept downward between the blood light floating.

It was as if there were countless evil beasts screaming, and the blood energy gathered with the storm, condensed into the blood claws of the nest dragon, and the iron claws of the skeleton dragon, clashing together.

The King of Genburgh was shocked.

The roaring and surging blood around the blood-colored giant claw was like a beast eating alone, gnawing and snatching the vitality of the dragon from him and from the iron claws of the dragon.

However, at this moment, a huge, humming thunder radiance pierced through the sky from the direction of the mountain capital.

It's just that......

Under the gaze of the King of Genburgh, the Scarlet Tyrant sank downward, dodging the ancient cannon as he pursued him...... A heavy blow from a real ancient cannon.

But the King of Genburgh's mind sank, not because he had been attacked by the tyrant, nor because he had been repelled by the tyrant's blow.

Rather, the tyrant seems to have some keen means of perception.

At this moment, with a sharp scream of a sharp blade breaking through the air, the blood-colored tail blade slashed out a narrow trajectory and slashed towards the head of the rune skeleton dragon.

It was at this moment that he was convinced that tyrants were not just because they could kill their enemies by attacking their heads.

He felt a strong gaze.

On the ground, the dinosaurs and armored dragons attacked the enemy with gray-white eyes