Now Wen Lesa was on fire, and she turned to Karek angrily. "How can he do that! What will cost him to do so, don't I still understand? You two haven't gotten back to the level where you can teleport yourself straight away, at least not in Grimbaatar. Why did he bring us back—"

"Because he has to...... It's like we have to hurry right now!" Karek locked into the ranger's eyes. "A qiē evil lurking in Grimbaatar is about to erupt......"

Winlessa had no choice now, because Ronin was still in the center of this crazy land, and she had to act immediately—she nodded, reluctantly accepting the fact, and continued with Karek. She couldn't help Crassus, and could only imagine how much risk the Red Dragon Mage had to take to make such a decision...... She imagined, trembling......

Crassus emerged in a spasm in a cave where the dragon's eggs were stored, and hundreds of twisted and deformed dragon eggs were stored. Whenever he thought that these unborn beings had been so destroyed that they could no longer be restored, the hatred in Crassus's heart swelled like the waves of the sea. He couldn't help but curse Nesstra, cursed the black dragon for what he had done.

He's here to come, but it's not really a destination yet. The cave next to it, the one that houses the restored demonic souls, is the end.

Even from a distance, the dim golden light emanating from the filthy and evil thing could be seen, and it was seeking a new birth.

"Enough fragments, enough to be absolutely ......" even Cinestria's murmuring could be heard clearly. "You're getting stronger soon, stronger than before, you know ......"

Crassus burst in, and the huge black dragon in front of her gently picked up the fragments of the Demon Soul with her right claw. Some fragments floated in front of the black dragon's eyes, and others were lifeless and scattered on the ground. With each piece of shards he picked up, the filth hidden in it was restored.

And the key to reorganizing the demon's soul sat in her left paw, the small blue-and-white box. The Nightmare of Bracalos. Kleisus quickly recognized it, and understood the danger of this thing. The Blue Dragon Artifact in Synestella's hand is the key to repairing the Demon Soul. Maybe this time it's going to be worse than before. Reliving that memory feels like a nightmare, and the demonic soul has always been a shadow in the dragon's heart.

The more fatal problem at hand is. Sinestella will surely use it to continue her evil reality.

"Happy, soon ......" the black dragon still muttered to himself about the floating debris. "It's almost done, it's going to be—"

Without warning, she jerked her head towards Crassus, and a stream of lava erupted from her throat.

However, Crassus was all too familiar with this trick of the Black Dragon Legion. He waved his arm in front of him, summoning a cold light that covered the magma. The magma cooled down abruptly, forming a grayish-black stone wall between Crassus and Sinestra.

"I'm going to transform it! I'm going to transform it! I'm going to make it again!" Deathwing's spouse screamed. "Every time it gets stronger! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Although Crassus had known that this guy had gone mad, it seemed that her cold, calm mask had not been completely peeled off until now. The demonic soul had done a lot more devastating damage to her spirit than Crassus had imagined, and this kind of thing made clear when you thought about it.

"Nessera, you're not the one who started this qiē, are you?" Crassus walked slowly along the lava wall as he questioned the black dragon. "Deathwing instructed you to carry out this plan a long time ago, right? and now that he's gone, you'll still relive his dreams. Isn't it?"

Hearing Crassus's question, the black dragon's breath became rapid. "No! This is my dream! This is my great ambition! I will create the ultimate dragon army and rule all of Azeroth! This qiē is mine, and it has nothing to do with that idiot!

Crassus moved as he watched for the Black Dragon's next wave of attacks. The most important thing now is to get as close as possible to the fragments of the Demon Souls and the Blue Dragon Artifact. The Demon Soul has revived many times, but this time it must be destroyed, even at the expense of the entire Grimbaatar.

"But the will of Deathwing will live on forever in the blood and magic of these dragons, Sinestra! Anyway, the demon's soul played a vital role in their creation! could there be anything more suitable to represent Nesario?" The black dragon hesitated, her mouth open and speechless.

Although what he said was true, Crassus didn't think the other party would listen to him at all.

"Azeroth will be my ......"

The ground around him suddenly rose and swallowed Crassus. Darkness enveloped him, and he felt the cage sinking. Shafterra wanted to seal him in the core forever. But Crassus also expected this to happen, and he concentrated all his thoughts and transformed......

The expanding body pressed against the inner walls of the cage. Sinistra was waiting for this move. If you continue like this, you'll only push yourself to your death - for most dragons, absolutely.

But Crassus showed no signs of giving in. He continued to swell, his body under tremendous pressure, and it felt as if hundreds of bones had been broken, and even his skull seemed to be about to be crushed.

The surface cracked. Like a newborn dragon, Claiostraz's head roared out of the ground, expressing his contempt for the black dragon.

Sinestra manipulated the blue dragon artifact in her hand, and the azure box vibrated and changed back to its original form, and a steady stream of energy spread outward.

As Claostraz stood up, she flung the rock beside her towards the black dragon. Under the cover of gravel, the tail is drawn from the visual blind spot under the body towards the other party.

With a successful blow, the blue dragon artifact in the black dragon's hand flew towards him, and Claiostraz clawed it in his hand. Just as Winlessa had demonstrated to him, the red dragon threw the Nightmare of Bracalos at the shards of the Demon Soul.

"No!" Henestra roared, desperately grabbing at the Blue Dragon Artifact.

The Nightmare of Brakalos and the Demon's Soul collide together, and the two forces oppose each other, cancel each other, and destroy each other. The two artifacts were so close that the original appearance of stability gradually collapsed, causing their own destruction. The Nightmare of Bracalos devours the power of the Demon Souls and at the same time provides them with power, gradually moving towards nothingness in this battle where there are no winners.

Eventually, the Deathwing artifact vanished under the impact of the magic, and while it wasn't as terrifying as when Winlessa destroyed the fragments with Naru's staff, the "relics" it left behind still tried to destroy the surrounding qiē.

Sinestra tried to turn around, but it was too late. The Honkai Demon Soul fragment unleashed a huge wave of energy,

Even the black dragon's solid scales could not fully withstand the burn, and the cavern was filled with the smell of roasted meat.

The black dragon screamed in pain, her entire face becoming more terrifying under the burn.

Ignoring the intense pain, perhaps fueled by it, Windestra began to attack the enemy in front of her with ferocity. In every sense of the word, Cleostraz had gone through so much hardship, and was still much weaker than the black dragon - but now was not the time to think about it, and the two dragons were entangled.

Synestella looked for an opportunity to bite Clyostraz's neck, and the red dragon dodged the attack with its head back and forth as it pushed the black dragon towards the egg storage. The two dragons crashed against the wall at the entrance, causing the entire cave to roar, and the stalactites hanging upside down on the roof of the cave fell on them.

Just as Claostraz was about to push the black dragon into the egg—if he succeeded, without thinking that it would be the heaviest devastating blow to the dragon's most precious resource—he missed, and Sinestra pulled him back.

"Too clever, too outstanding, my dear Cleostraz! I admire you from the bottom of my heart! If you were the Earthguard, you would be able to surpass Nesario! We will have many, many precious offspring!"

"I'd rather tie the knot with a deep sea troll!"

The pain from the cracked wound on her face didn't seem to affect Nesstera, and she laughed out loud.

The path behind Claostraz to the storage of the dragon's eggs was sealed, and the red dragon's tail slammed against the previous entrance, as if it were striking on a diamond.

"Do you ......want to hurt my child?"

There was a constant roar from the rock formations beneath your feet, and it was magma. Clyostraz remembered the magma pool beneath the spawn chamber, and it was clear that there was a volcanic area near it, Grimbaatar, and the whole of Grimbaatar would be turned into a sea of fire.

Before the two dragons could react, the entire cave floor burst open, and a stream of lava erupted. (To be continued.) )