Bone Dragon, exploded.

That's right, it's an explosion.

This is the Necronomic...... Phew, it's the undead demon man...... No, it's recorded in the Book of the Necromancy, which is a special, very powerful skill for necromancers.

This skill has an extremely short activation time, and its consumption of its own mana is close to zero, and its destructive power is extremely terrifying.

It's just that every time you use self-detonation, you have to consume an undead creature created by yourself, which can be regarded as a consumable skill, and the power of self-detonation is also related to the grade of the undead creature itself.

The bone dragon is undoubtedly one of the most powerful categories of all undead creatures, and with the legendary grade, the power of this self-explosion can be imagined.

I heard only a loud boom, and in an instant, an earthquake came.

The impact was so fierce that it swept towards the Holy Father in front of him in an instant, and when it was so close at hand, even with the strength of the Holy Father, there was no time to dodge, and even the next mass destruction magic that was being prepared in his mouth was interrupted.

Moreover, the angle of this bone dragon's self-explosion can be said to be just right, exploding from the side, the huge body of the Holy Father has become a pure natural shield of Mirabele, and the little elf queen will not be harmed at all before the Holy Father's body is torn to pieces.

With a buzz, he only felt a terrifying force directly smashing into his chest, and the fat body was rippling one after another, and his strong upper body couldn't control it and leaned back, and he just wanted to stabilize his body again.

A second explosion was heard.

This was followed by a third ......

Fourth, fifth......

That's a bone dragon.

The highest grade undead creature.

It takes the bones of the dragon and the carefully refined things to make it, and it actually blew itself up like this, although it is said to be an enemy, but the Holy Father still can't help but want to scold that little bastard, this is really too fucking extravagant.

I've never seen such a luxurious guy in my life.

Even if he is the high priest of the elven clan, even if he is the pope of the Seven Orthodox Churches, I am afraid that he will not be able to be so chic.

After all, that bone dragon, even if it is all dismantled and sold for money, those bones are worth a lot of money, and at this moment of effort, at least a dozen bone dragons burst in front of the Holy Father, and the keels of these dozen bone dragons are estimated to be able to buy an entire city.

And the impact of the explosion of so many bone dragons together, even the Holy Father could not withstand it, and the huge body could no longer be stable, and he stepped back several steps one after another, leaving a deep footprint on the altar with each step.

The fat on his body could not continue to unload all his strength as before, and the surging and chaotic energy directly turned into the sharpest knife in the world, leaving a long wound between the chest and abdomen of the Holy Father, dripping with blood.

The irritable energy was poured directly into the body of the Holy Father along the wound.

The poor wound was torn bigger and bigger under the ravages of this chaotic energy, and the internal organs were directly crushed into meat sauce, and under the frantic squeezing, the internal organs turned into meat puree, which gushed out down the esophagus and down the mouth of the Holy Father.

The altar beneath him was even more devastating, and a large area collapsed.

All the boulders were turned into fine powder, like a desert.

Thundered...... Thundered...... Thundered......

The deafening explosion still echoed in the Father's heart.

At this moment, the Holy Father was about to go numb, and the bone dragon was still exploding in a desperate way.

On the ground, those so-called holy envoys were not beings like the Holy Father, and their bodies could not withstand the impact of the bone dragon explosion, and they all turned into powder in an instant.

In the sky, several skull-headed dragons exploded at the same time, and the violent energy turned into a tsunami that swept through the sky, and one eyeball after another exploded, and the viscous scarlet liquid fell like raindrops.

It was only at this moment that the Holy Father finally understood what kind of enemy he was facing this time.

Originally, when he saw that young man, the Holy Father didn't take that guy to heart at all, although his strength was not bad, but it was not as good as the elf he encountered before.

Even if it was that powerful elf, didn't he have to run away obediently when facing this Holy Father? After so many days, he has received many gifts from his father, and his strength has increased dramatically.

In the eyes of the Holy Father, if he encounters that elf again, he is afraid that the elf will not even have a chance to escape, and he will remain here and become a holy messenger, or a miserable food.

It is precisely because of this that in the face of this young man, whose strength is slightly inferior to that of the elf, the Holy Father has always held the mentality of having an advantage in me, and he does not feel that he may lose at all.

It was only now that he finally knew how different the enemy he was facing this time was from the elf.

He's richer.

He has an innumerable amount of wealth on him.

Even a priceless treasure like a bone dragon can be made casually.

The mountain wind blew and swept away the dust in mid-air.

When his gaze regained again, and he looked around, the Father's face became even more gloomy, and he did not notice any trace of the young man, but rather that there was nothing in front of him.

All the holy envoys were reduced to powder covering the ground, and none of them were left for him.

At this moment, he really became the commander of the light pole.

The sight made the Father's lips squirm, and he wanted to let out an angry roar, but his mouth was filled with fragments of internal organs.

The entire hill was razed to the ground, and all the buildings made of boulders were gone, and nothing remained. Even the huge and sturdy altar had been completely reduced to a small mound, and the tattered idol was nowhere to be seen.

This kind of picture only made the Holy Father's body tremble, and the Holy Father, who had finally spit out all the internal organs, had a strange roar in his throat.

He swore that no matter what the cost, he would definitely break that little bastard into pieces.

In extreme anger, the Holy Father's hands couldn't help but clench, because he was worried that Mirabel would escape, and the Holy Father's right hand kept grabbing Mirabele's wrist, and this time it suddenly forced, and Mirabel only felt that his wrist was creaking.

The carpal bones were directly crushed.

Jiaohao's fair-skinned right hand lost its support and shrugged down.

It was painful, but Mirabelle didn't make a sound the whole time, letting the sweat from the pain soak his clothes.

She must not make a sound, and any movement could wake the Holy Father from his wrath, and once the Holy Father wakes up, it will be very detrimental to the hero who saved him.

In the corner of Mirabele's eye, Ron's figure appeared silently.

His right hand was raised high, piercing through the scarlet body of the Death Blade, and was gripped hard by Ron's palm, the sharp head of the spear glittering with a strange light.

In the next moment, the spear suddenly slashed down from mid-air:

"Bastard, let go of that girl!"

Chapter 5 was sent, and I went to sleep.

(End of chapter)