Having been knocked into the air once, Grossell, who was physically and mentally prepared, finally withstood the blow of the frost dragon falling from the sky.

He simply threw away the useless greatsword, stretched out his hands together, and pressed against the shoulders next to the ice dragon's neck like a strong man fighting in a bar, and even pressed into the injured position of the other party with one hand, regardless of the cold blue blood, his arms froze, and his feet buckled to the ground, using all his strength, so that Yuris could not advance for half a point.

The angry beast roared, its fanged jaw opening and biting downward, targeting the fragile back of Grossell's neck as it was fighting.

Click-

Grossel dodged the fatal blow with a nimble disproportionate to his size, and he continued to stretch his hands forward and raise his hands to lift the upper half of the dragon's body off the ground, and the latter's two thick hind legs cut into the ice in different shades, and for a moment there was nothing he could do with the tenacious giant.

Whoosh, bang.

When one man and one dragon were deadlocked, Shatas once again pulled his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow that resembled a "storm convergence", which, together with Angel's enhanced shot triggered again, hit the dragon's right shoulder, which was no longer protected by ice armor, and made its freshly frozen wound go through the process of exploding, bleeding, and condensing into ice just now.

The "Punishment Knight" Longzel, who was observing the battlefield with sharp eyes on the side, stared at him, sensed the fragility of Yurisian's wound, and pointed forward with his left hand, which was not holding a sword, and said:

"Death!"

The sound of Ancient Hermes with unparalleled power was like an invisible hammer slamming into the dragon's right shoulder, and the wound that had been repeatedly wounded caved into it with a pop, and the blue ice blood turned into a black representing death, and the flesh below withered and fell off, revealing the translucent bones that were as cold as ice inside.

"Whew-"

The "King of the North" let out a scream, and his hind limbs violently pushed the originally evenly matched giant Grossell backwards, his uninjured left arm propped up on the ground, and the huge mouth stretched forward, and a new ice flame brewed in his throat.

Well, out of nowhere, a fireball compressed into an incandescent color flew like lightning and flew towards the dragon's mouth, Yurisian had to stop spitting and dodge sideways, and the incandescent fireball flew past its neck by a fraction of a second, and its speed slowed down sharply, almost levitating.

Golden opportunity!

Crane was holding a revolver that was also loaded with Angel's "Storm Convergence", and he was looking for an opportunity to see the fireball in a perfect position, and with a snap of his fingers, he detonated the orb that was in fragile balance inside.

Boom, snowflakes flew, and a small round of sun appeared in the cold-winded sky, and the scorching flames swooped down on Yurisian's neck from behind, melting its thick ice armor, revealing soft neck scales.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Grossell, who had been pushed away, once again met the dragon, grabbed its shoulders, and pressed Yurisian, who was taller than him, back in place.

Shatas took another arrow, the ascetic praised the gods to bestow his blessing on the elven singer, Angel almost expelled the storm around her, Crane whispered beside her about the next tactic, Edwina somehow found a small mirror, which was already reflected in the body of the "King of the North", after Anderson threw the fireball, he slipped behind the dragon, raised his black short sword, and waited for the opportunity to stab the dragon's neck......

Yurisian, who had not reached the height of a demigod, was about to die under the siege of many Sequence 5 Extraordinary......

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

The extremely cold storm that was raging around and roaring in everyone's ears suddenly stopped, and the short silence made everyone's hearts feel a little uneasy, Angel's strengthened ice blue eyes had returned to normal, and she was the first to feel the change in the temperature around her, she frowned, and shouted:

"Grossell, get out of the way!"

"Whew-"

The cold air blew out violently from the place where the ice dragon and the giant came into contact, and the snowflakes that had been driven out of this place by Angel were carried back to the scene by the strong wind, almost drowning everyone's figures, and with the ice blue light surging, an aura of light under the ice dragon's feet quickly spread.

Grossell, who was swept by it first, didn't even have time to retreat, and was frozen into an ice sculpture from the bottom up, followed by the heavily armored Ronzel.

Bang, Angel stepped forward with one foot, and a ring of frost also appeared under his feet, this not-so-blue, not-so-thick ring of ice surged forward, withstanding the dragon's attack, but after a stalemate of less than a second, it merged into the other party, and struck towards the cave exit with a more ferocious momentum.

"God said, No."

Snowman's face was indifferent, and he reached out to point forward, his arm full of scars unwavering.

The almost body-touching ring of frost seemed to fade under his "notarization", almost becoming transparent, and the low temperature that could freeze people from the inside out also became alleviated and no longer deadly.

Seeing the opportunity, Angel took the initiative to step forward, approached the ice ring, and launched the "frost control" again, and finally succeeded in gaining control of this force, and the ice ring clinging to the ground cleverly bypassed everyone and gradually spread behind him, freezing the ground into a solid ice surface, but did not hurt anyone.

But Anderson, who was looking for an opportunity behind the dragon Yuris, was not so lucky, he summoned a spear flowing with liquid flames, inserted it in front of him, and split the weakened ice ring in two, successfully avoiding the same fate as Grossell, but was discovered by the vigilant ice dragon, and swept the "strongest hunter" directly away, smashed into the blizzard, and disappeared.

His "sacrifice" gave Crane a brief chance, and the latter appeared under Angel's caress with invisible threads all over his body, which served as spellcasting materials, allowing the witch's invisibility to work on him, and the newly promoted "Secret Puppet Master" figure quickly disappeared, choosing Anderson's unextinguished flame spear, and jumping behind the ice dragon.

This finally got him within five meters of the target.

Klein knew that all the previous attacks were actually not fatal to the huge dragon body of the "King of the North", and only by controlling the opponent's spirit line and letting it enter a state of stagnation could he have a chance to concentrate his attacks in one place, pry open the opponent's ice armor and scales, and kill this giant dragon.

His spirituality spread, grabbing at one of the thick black threads that shot out of Yurisian's body and spread to infinity, and twisted it like a string.

The dragon's eyes, which were bigger than fists, immediately flashed with a hint of nervousness, even if it was not as sane as humans, and the spiritual reminder gave it a sense of crisis.

But when it looked around, it found no other attacks that could pose a lethal threat except for a few fewer enemies.

Bang –

Feeling uneasy, the rampaging dragon smashed through the frozen giant Grossell, clearing the passage to Shatath, Angel, and the others, deciding to crush the most threatening humans first, no matter what.

Worst...... Crane felt that the threads of the spirit were far away from him, and he was about to get out of his control, so he had to step on his legs, which were extremely short compared to the dragon, and followed closely behind the other party.

Worst...... The idea of "Frost" must be distracted at all times to prevent everyone from being overwhelmed by the cold just came to Angel's mind when he was slapped away by the claws of the dragon that came like a train again, shattering into pieces of dissipated mirrors.

Solving the two of them one after another, Yurisian, who gradually spread the tyranny in his heart, turned his huge body and swept his flexible tail towards several other people.

She first held the bow steadily, shot the arrow that was ready to fire, accurately hit the spinning dragon body, and enlarged the wound on its right shoulder a few points again, and then threw down the wooden bow, grabbed Mobet beside her, and threw him into the cave.

Her own tall figure was inescapable, flying into the sky like a broken sack under the sweep of the dragon's tail.

"Châttas!"

Mobet's black peaked hat had fallen somewhere, but he didn't care about it, and crawled out of the hole, only to see his lover fall heavily on the ice, roll a few times, and stop moving.

And also...... Two......

Yuris's blue eyes squeezed out a bloodshot, and the successive successes left the "King of the North" with only the pleasure of killing, and it once again stared at the other people who were not stopped by the hateful giants and annoying witches.

Then, all that's left in its head is madness, tyrannical emotions.

Edwina's same blue pupils had turned black, and there seemed to be a viscous liquid flowing inside that contained all evil thoughts, and she looked at the "King of the North", manipulating and detonating the only thought in the other person's mind, causing it to fall into complete madness.

Boom, boom.

The dragon spun in circles again, its long tail and thick hind limbs swept aimlessly, smashing the freshly frozen ice to pieces, and the ice slag flew wildly, but it did not do any effective damage.

After destroying everything around him and expressing his inner violence, Yurisian's eyes had just faded into madness, and the abominable giant appeared in his eyes again.

Grossel shook the ice and snow off his body, his legs moving steadily, his body constantly shining brightly, forming a set of silver-white armor, and facing the raging dragon without fear.

He held the swept dragon tail with one hand, stretched forward with the other, grabbed the ice armor on the ice dragon's chest, and pulled it violently, tearing off this thick piece of armor, revealing the dragon scales below.

Roar –

Yurisian felt an unprecedented crisis, his intact left shoulder leaned back, his front paw flicked in an arc, and smashed into the giant in front of him, cutting a large hole in the armor on his body, scratching the gray-blue abdomen inside.

Grossell's face remained unchanged as he continued to cling to the dragon's tail and chest, holding it in place.

"Imprisoned!"

Dragonzel also joined the fray, restricting the dragon's movements, slowing its body and surrounding it with layers of amber.

"Control your desires!"

Advina once again used her simulated "Apostle of Desire" ability, so that Yurisian, whose eyes flashed with anxiety, was once again controlled by the madness in her mind, and her limbs struggled violently, but she did not form a force strong enough to break free from the giant's claws.

Okay, that's it, ten more seconds, no, maybe fifteen seconds...... Crane followed closely behind the dragon, hiding under the narrow triangle formed by the opponent's tail and hind limbs, dodging the feet and flicking tail with the dexterity of a "clown", with only thick black lines in his eyes, and the spirit brushed over these "strings", gradually controlling them.

He didn't notice that his figure had been revealed in the blizzard.

The growing vigilance of the spirit made the "King of the North" break free from his crazy thoughts, and his eyes unconsciously looked into the lower abdomen, at the source of danger, and at the small worm that gradually outlined the outline of his body.

He...... What are you doing?

A trace of doubt flashed in the ice dragon's brain, but the body reacted in advance, and the nearest hind limb left the ice surface and stepped on Klein with one foot.

Crawling out of the cavern, Mobet, who was running towards Shatath, suddenly stopped, stretched out his right hand, and twisted outward.

The ice dragon's mind went blank, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to do, and his raised hind limbs slowly lowered.

On the other hand, Mobet, who had the idea of "stealing", stepped on the ice, as if he was stepping on a small bug that scared him.

I just wanted, what to do......

Yurisian's blank brain gradually recovered, remembering his intentions, and lifted his hind limbs again.

But it was already too late.

Klein's hands were spread apart, his fingers slightly bent, as if he was manipulating a giant puppet, his fingertips pulling countless invisible leads.

In his spiritual vision, many of the black spirit threads spreading out of the giant dragon in front of him had bypassed an elegant arc and connected to his fingers.

The initial control is finally complete.

Not good, my, physical......

The thoughts in the mind of the "King of the North" slowed like a rusty machine, and its hind limbs slowly stepped down, gently caressing the ice, while Crane below had already left, changed positions, and continued to control the spirit line.

Yes, that, little bug......

Yurisian flicked his thick tail and rolled slowly across the ice like a log, and Crane easily avoided it without even running.

It would take at least five minutes to fully control such a creature, and Crane didn't have the idea of taking the Frost Dragon as a secret puppet, but looked at the others, expecting them to understand their intentions.

"Attack now, kill it!"

Adevina shouted, and a fiery fireball that mimicked Anderson was thrown out of her hand.

Grossel, whose silver armor had shattered and collapsed in the attack, stepped sideways, sending the fireball into the chest of the dragon, which was not protected by the ice armor, and exploded its scales, revealing ice-blue flesh. He stretched out his right hand, and the brilliant light condensed in his palm, forming a sword of dawn that slammed into the dragon's chest.

With a bang, the sharp greatsword split the flesh and pierced the sternum, opening a huge wound.

"Get out of the way!"

A neutral voice came, and behind Grossell, Shattas stood up as if unharmed, grabbed the wooden bow again, mounted the arrow, and with the help of the ascetic, condensed a golden thunderbolt, cut through the wind and snow, and pierced into the bloody wound of Yurisian.

On her chest, the "Rose Necklace" was emitting a dark red glow, repairing the elf's fragile body.

Anderson, who slowly crawled back from a distance, his body covered in flames against the cold, his eyes lit up, and the blade of the black short sword "Death Short Fang" burst out with incandescent fire, and the human sword fused together, flying up like a flaming spear, burrowing into the chest of the dragon that was continuously attacked.

Black scorch marks quickly formed on the dragon's chest, like a paintbrush scribbling on a drawing board, and they were all ignited by the flames within.

Boom –

The flames and ice flames erupted together, and the "strongest hunter" was thrown out, the flames on his body were extinguished by the ice blue blood, his whole body trembled, and ice edges condensed on his blonde hair, but his attack also cut the entire dragon's chest, and deep in the blackened dragon scales, blue blood and internal organs gushed out, almost emptying the dragon's chest and abdomen.

But the tenacious dragon is still not dead!

"Roar—"

The successive attacks dulled his mind and slowed down the slow-moving Yurisian regained some autonomy, and his intact left arm flung up sharply, knocking Grosel flying and sending his massive body into the distance at Shatath.

And Crane, who was hiding under him, was busy manipulating the spirit thread, when he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and his body turned into a thin paper figure.

The "King of the North" sat down and slammed the paper figure into the ground.

Five meters away, Crane appeared in embarrassment, his hands grabbing forward in vain, unable to grasp the threads of the spirits that were out of range.

He was about to run forward as he saw the lines float up again, spreading towards infinity, when he suddenly noticed a pitch-black flame rising from the dragon's side.

The black flame, which had no temperature but was also unaffected by the frost, was like a light in the night in Crane's eyes at this time, and he instantly locked onto the flame, jumped to Yurisian's side, grasped it with both hands, and re-mastered those spirit threads with his spirituality.

The dragon's head, which had just regained its freedom, buzzed, and fell into a dull, sluggish state again.

In the flame that had not yet been extinguished, Angel's figure stepped out immediately after Klein, her rose necklace had been handed over to the seriously injured Shatath, the long sword formed by the "knight's bracelet" was like a toothpick compared to the dragon's body, so instead of using these common attack methods, he directly climbed onto the dragon's trembling back, trying to dodge, and slashed his palm on its hard ice armor and pressed it on the scales on the back of its neck.

She is going to paint in blood and draw a spell directly on the "King of the North"!

Since Grossell's Travels is reluctant to let those spells in, it must be shown that spells can inflict fatal damage on the Frost Dragon.

Rough lines of blood quickly formed in the dragon's neck, feeling the endless crisis, Jurisian struggled to mobilize his body, leaned back, and tried to shake off the little bug on his back, but Edvina detonated its emotions again with precise timing, making its eyes wide, bloodshot, and no longer have the thought of resisting in its mind.

With the last stroke, Angel infused with a few spirits, until her eyes were glazed and her head throbbed with pain, and then she felt that the spell on the dragon's body had been fully activated, waiting for her "command".

"Betrayal."

Angel whispered the thoughts that came to her mind.

The bright red spell instantly dimmed, like coagulated blood, merging into the silver-white dragon scales.

In Klein's eyes, the black thick spirit threads seemed to be cut off by a huge pair of scissors, and they were instantly contained in Yurisian's body.

Since there was no need to continue to control the spirit thread, he immediately relaxed his spirit, left the dragon's body, and caught Angel, who was spiritually exhausted and rolled off the dragon's back, and moved his legs and ran forward.

Behind the two of them, the "King of the North" Yurisian froze in place like a sculpture, its ice armor scrambling away from the dragon's body, its scales fleeing from the flesh one after another.

Its head betrayed its body with its spine attached, carrying countless ice-blue flesh and tearing itself out with a slam of flesh.

The freed dragon head opened its jaw and aimed it at the wound in the chest of its body, and a flame of ice erupted, filling the inside of the ribcage.

Then, ice flames poured out from all over Yurisian's body, freezing the frost dragon into a lifeless ice sculpture.

(End of chapter)