In a dimly lit cavern.

Densely packed, countless rats crashed to death on the shield wall one after another.

Their barren brains and broken souls don't know what death is.

Pranya knelt on one knee and pressed her palm to the ground, dark black lines spreading along her palm to the black shield walls around her.

These four shields are all clones of the ghost shields, and the impact from them will also act on her body.

Such a large-scale defense will undoubtedly have a huge load on Prajna.

Through the translucent shield, Lothar could see that the demon-breaking blade that Anna had condensed had slashed in the direction of the giant female body with the sound of whistling wind.

At the moment when the Demon Breaker Blade fell.

The woman's long hair was blown up by the wind, and she raised her head, and her eyes opened, revealing a pair of bright golden eyes, as beautiful as those of an ancient god.

For the Demon Breaker Blade that was about to slash into her face, there was still a calm in her eyes, and she only raised an arm to try to resist.

The Demon Breaker Blade easily tore through the flesh of her palm, slicing open her palm, arm, and arm bones, all the way down.

But her flesh and skin, which was divided into two halves, were actually as if they were alive, wriggling, desperately entangled in the Demon Breaker Blade, and if you looked closely, it was clearly a half-formed rat head, constantly gnawing at the Demon Breaker Blade.

This powerful spell specially designed to deal with Legendary-level wizards was actually struggling for a while, and the light on it became more and more dim, and when it slashed into the woman's shoulder, it was already completely wrapped in her wriggling flesh and blood.

Soon, the Demon Breaker Blade was gone.

The flesh is reassembled into a full arm.

The female body, which seemed unharmed, still looked at Anna with a flat expression.

A hint of shock flashed across Anna's face, although she didn't expect a single Demon Breaker Blade to solve the source of the plague, she couldn't imagine that this killing move, which was specially designed to deal with wizards, didn't seem to cause any damage to this female body.

She immediately began chanting the second spell she had prepared, a shower of meteors.

But the counterattack of the female body also followed.

I saw her stretch out a finger in the direction of the crowd.

Half of the rats that filled the cavern seemed to be endless, and immediately half of them exploded into black ashes, and the ashes scraped through the black shield wall like an invisible substance.

The indestructible ghost-faced shield couldn't stop this black wind, and it was directly penetrated by it.

Lothar felt a sharp itch in her throat.

Then he coughed subconsciously.

The cough was heart-rending, and I couldn't stop at all.

It was like a myriad of tiny bugs gnawing at his lungs, making him want to cut open his chest, take out his lungs, and scratch them fiercely.

Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood, but found a large black abscess on his arm.

"The Black Death?"

Lothar's eyes were full of horror, the dragonborn bloodline was far more resistant to disease than ordinary people at the beginning of his acquisition, not to mention that his dragonborn bloodline was no longer what it used to be.

Such a terrible plague that even he can't be exempted from?

Behind him, Eve also heard a cough, and she tried to chant a spell to prop up a magic shield, but the spell had just been pronounced a few words when it was interrupted by a violent cough.

Lothar felt a chill in her heart.

This meant that Eve couldn't cast any spells at all, except for a few spells that she could cast without spells, including the Earthwalking spell that sent them in.

They have no way out!

Flynn didn't react, and quickly came to Lothar to support him.

"My lord, are you alright?"

"I can still hold on."

Lothar struggled to stand up straight: "You go and take care of Eve, she is our guarantee to get out, and nothing will happen." ”

Prajna also showed no signs of illness, and she and Friengira, one a ghost and the other a vampire, were not humans, but dragonborns, mere mortals with dragon blood inheritance.

As for Cellinina, Lothar could no longer see her.

Cellina is only a half-werewolf, even if she is a wolf princess, she has a high probability of being hit.

Suppressing the worry in her heart, Lothar looked at Anna, the absolute main force of the team, who was also coughing violently at the moment, she took out a bottle of red potion from her arms, and just drank two sips, she actually coughed and vomited most of it.

And at this time.

The second counterattack of the female body has also arrived.

I saw that one of her arms suddenly broke off and turned into a river of filthy blood that seemed to have life, and from time to time an incompletely formed blood-red rat came out of it.

In an instant, the river of blood seemed to be alive, climbing the cliff and surging towards the black shield wall from all directions.

Prajna's body trembled, and black spots began to grow rapidly on the exposed white skin.

The ghost face on the shield wall, baring its teeth and letting out a silent scream.

And the woman's counterattack seemed to be far from over.

Lothar knew that she could not be allowed to continue now, and saw the dragon core treasure he wore on his chest, embedded in the cross sword, emitting a scorching red light.

Faintly, the sound of waves sounded in people's ears.

It was the Dragonborn blood in Lothar's body, and it was rushing.

With Lothar's heart as the center, black triangular scales quickly covered his entire body.

After the half-dragon transformation, Lothar immediately felt that the sharp itch in his throat had been reduced to an insignificant degree, and at this time, he was far more "pure-blooded" than most dragons in this world.

He jumped out of the shield wall, and while the man was still in mid-air, he spread the pair of dragon wings behind him, helping him glide like a female body at the bottom of a cliff.

The female body's eyes were equally calm when she looked at Lothar, and the fingers that were originally pointing at the people inside the shield wall immediately pointed at Lothar.

The tremendous force that came from all directions seemed to place him under the depths of the sea, causing his slowly descending body to slam into the ground.

Countless rats immediately pounced in the direction of Lothar's fall.

Immediately, the earth cracked.

Scorching magma gushes out of the fissures.

Before the rats could reach Lothar, they rushed into the crack, burning into the flames of the scorching heat.

Lothar crawls out of the ground.

Behind him, an illusory image of the demon dragon slowly emerged, and compared to before, the phantom of the demon dragon who grabbed the "Luck Black Dragon" became much slimmer.

Its size was even larger than that of a woman, and if it weren't for the fact that most of its body was hidden in the rocks, the square under the cliff wouldn't even be able to fully accommodate it.

Lothar's shirt had been completely damaged in the process of transformation, and he looked up, looked at the remnants of the legendary witch, and opened his mouth.

In his mouth full of tiny fangs, a terrifying flame was condensing.

The dragon core treasure on his chest, after exerting its amplification effect, seemed to pour all the power stored in it into Lothar's body.

The double volcanic divinity caused the square beneath its feet to begin to crack in a large area.

The ground in the center bulged high, as if it were about to set off a volcanic eruption.

The female body seemed to be really unconscious, and her face still didn't show any emotion when she saw this scene.

He just silently opened his hand and recalled the filthy blood river that was originally used to erode the shield wall, condensing a smooth blood-colored shield in front of him.

Rumble!

A scorching dragon's breath erupted.

At this moment, the power of Lothar's dragon breath seemed to have surpassed the original tyrannical dragon, destroying the shield of the female body, and the moment it touched the female body, the power of "choking" from Cellynina was applied to her body.

She was about to fight back, but there was another pause.

The next moment, the top of the cave.

Meteors of flame condensed by magic began to emerge, and Anna, who was briefly freed from illness by taking potions, also cast her most powerful large-scale devastating spell.

She is also aware of the weaknesses of the female body.

The female body is not a living wizard, but a modified body.

Even if there is only a piece of flesh left in this body, it is possible to resurrect, and the Demon Breaker Blade, which has a limited killing area, even if it can increase the lethality of magical creatures by ten times, has a very limited effect on her.

If you want to destroy, destroy all of her!

The kind that doesn't even have a piece of meat left.

The meteor rain accompanied by a roar, fell one by one, smashed on the body of the woman, ignited a raging flame on her body, and the sparks that exploded were like fireworks lit during the New Year, and the entire cave world became a sea of fire.

Countless rats were incinerated to ashes.

Lothar couldn't imagine any creature that could survive such a horrific attack.

Long.

Lothar sat limply on the ground.

His body had returned to its original appearance, and he couldn't hide it, looking at the position of the female body.

The meteor shower continues.

Anna's mental power was far superior to that of Lothar, reaching at least a thousand points, and with full output, the meteor rain lasted for at least five minutes before it ended.

At this time, the originally holy female body had turned into a huge body of charcoal.

But Lothar they all know that she's not dead yet.

The sound of a violent heartbeat, like a big drum on the battlefield, every time it beats, the weak vitality in her body grows stronger, looking at this trend, as long as it slows down for a while, it can regenerate bloody flesh.

A flash of despair flashed across Anna's face.

Is this the legacy of a legendary wizard? Even if it was just a body, it was something that she couldn't destroy with all her might.

Then.

In midair, a meteor-like shadow flashed.

Two intersecting brilliant sword lights, like blades of dawn that cut through the darkness, passed through the center of the charcoal.

The sound of the original violent heartbeat came to an abrupt end.

Execute!

Cellina landed steadily, a trail of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her long blue-gray hair curled up from the heat, looking very embarrassed.

She looked at Lothar with an indifferent expression and bowed slightly.

"I'm glad I didn't disgrace, my lord."

Lothar's tense mood was instantly relaxed.

He walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand to hug her, and after thinking about it, he only rubbed it on her head, this was the first time he had touched Cellynina's ears, fluffy, soft.

"Your Excellency?"

Cellynina's eyes widened.

Lothar, who was immersed in joy, didn't hear this, his ears were already filled with the sound of the system.

Your level increases

You have completed a new milestone: Legendary Killer.

[Legendary Killer]: You successfully participated in the killing of a Legendary Rank spellcaster.

Milestone Effect: When attacking a Legendary Tier powerhouse, all your damage will be increased by 30% after deducting the enemy's defense.

You have completed a new milestone: the King of Heroes.

[Hero King]: You participated in preventing a doomsday catastrophe, and the world may not know your name or that you passed by death, but the epic river will remember your exploits.

Milestone Effect: Your life is worth an additional bonus equal to 50 HP. (Note: How can a hero fall as easily as a mortal?) Give me as much meat as possible! ）

You have received an additional reward - a blank battle record (Wolf Civil War).

With the system's chime, Lothar saw a lot of things in front of her eyes.

When he saw an old man walking, he fell to the ground without warning, and the corpse, covered in linen, was carried to a cart by a doctor wearing a bird's beak mask and transported to the suburbs for burning.

In churches and hospitals, patients suffering from illness are struggling to brace their tired bodies and pray to the gods who are destined not to respond to them, and confess their sins.

Seeing the child curled up in his mother's arms and crying out for hunger, he didn't realize that his mother's body was already stiff.

In a trance, it was as if I had seen the huge incinerator with billowing smoke again.

He opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, none of this happened.