The metal vacuoles in mid-air were rapidly cooling and began to extend out something like that, clinging to the top of the mountain. As the metal cooled, there was a strange crackling sound, and pieces of ore crystalline things emerged from the originally smooth and flowing surface, gradually revealing colorful lumps.

The shape of a skull was pulled out of the chaotic mass, followed by the shoulders and upper body, which was apparently the half of a woman. Immediately after that, a heavy metal arm slapped on the square, smashing the flat ground into a huge palm print, and the head of the facial features could be vaguely seen, and a purple-black mass gradually turned out from the inside.

"The cursed fetus!" they hadn't burned out...... "Kenda and Fayle both shouted in surprise as they found the giant cursed fetus made by the Splittooth Dark Wizard they found deep underground. At the moment, the thing was half charred, but the remaining half was still bubbling and pulsating.

Without saying a word, Dearlando began to climb up the arm, and Resaceth flew up and began to gnaw on the metal left and right. The fuzzy humanoid who sensed the attack lowered his head, and suddenly opened his mouth when he noticed someone in the square.

It was said that it was a mouth, but in fact, it was the huge pustule that suddenly cracked, and countless gray-white filaments squirted out towards the square. It was the resentful spirits accumulated by the Splittooth dwarves for thousands of years, and they were all released at this moment, unconsciously rolling and flying in the air, intending to destroy all living things they came into contact with.

Fair immediately chanted a wall of wind, a spell similar to a defensive shield, only this time, a wall of wind was to be built to cover the vent of the erupting wraith. The white filaments that spewed out were locked in this wall of air, slamming around, unable to spread for a while. But as the number increased, the thin air could no longer support it and began to deform and bend.

A large sound of flapping wings accompanied by a high-pitched female scream came from afar, and everyone turned around to see a large number of black birds flying in the sky. Those creatures that resemble crows are the same birds that the Hammer Clan has brought to deal with the resentful spirit gold eaters.

A flock of black-pressed birds swept through the sky, hovering above the Gold Eater, as if they knew that there was a lot of food here.

Deirrando was already on the verge of climbing to shoulder level, and he gestured to the underground Fayer to unlock the Wall of Wind. The mage watched as Deirlandor stood on the monster's shoulder, turned the magic sword into an extra-long two-handed sword, and resisted it on his shoulder to prepare for the attack, and unleashed the spell.

The magic sword was swung vigorously, and after almost a full circle, it slashed heavily at the cursed fetus in the face, and the magic power activated in an instant turned the long sword into a scorching white light. When the blade slashed into the inside of the cursed womb, the stench, burnt smell, and sharp roar erupted instantly.

The gray-white filaments that had lost control began to spread everywhere, but the birds that had been waiting in the sky for a long time to hunt immediately swooped down, like a large black net, enveloping the tiny Wraith Gold Eaters.

Bugs were constantly trying to escape through the cracks, and from the ground it looked like long gray-white cords were leaking out of the black encirclement, but immediately new birds followed, severing the white threads formed by the bugs.

Deerlando's long sword slashed into the monster's head, and then pulled hard, successfully shaving off half of the monster's face, and the huge mixed metal mass mixed with the black water overflowing cursed fetal remains fell to the ground square.

Kendar grabbed Fayle and quickly let go of the heavy load, then raised his hand to throw a few Molotov cocktails out. It was the kind of shiyan he had used to burn the corpse before. The Molotov cocktail smashed into the wreckage and burst into flames, the flames quickly devouring the remaining tissues, completely burning the parts that were still in the mood for charcoal.

But apart from the Molotov cocktail, Kenda's other attacks have almost no effect on the Gold Eater, although each shot can cut off a huge piece, but then the other metals will flow over to fill the gap, and those that fall to one side will also turn into liquid and merge back into its original body.

The same happened to the monster's head, which had almost a quarter of its head cut off by Deirlando's sword, but soon new metal slid over and reformed the shape of the face, and the broken cursed fetus suddenly retracted into the metal as if something was controlling it.

The monster's humanoid head suddenly spun in a strange circle, facing Diarrando standing behind it, and then opened its mouth to spew out a puff of golden spikes. Diarrando immediately turned around and jumped sideways, intending to let it pass, but he didn't expect a large canopy of such spikes to suddenly appear from the place where he landed, and when he twisted again in mid-air to adjust his attitude, he was hit head-on by the second wave of spikes.

Although he raised his sword to block most of it, a fish that slipped through his leg caused a sharp cold stinging pain. To make matters worse, the foothold under his feet suddenly dented, causing him to fall from the back of a monster of more than a hundred feet.

(Master!)

(Your Highness!)

A loud eagle roar sounded in the sky, and a golden figure as fast as lightning swooped over, catching the falling Diarlando in mid-air, and it turned out to be Martin, who had regained consciousness, and arrived in time with the freshly wounded knight of Angsai.

Deirlando's magic sword was freed from the fall and had vanished into light and sand. He was grabbed by the Knight of Anza and took the opportunity to stabilize his figure. A pale golden finger-thick needle pierced the calf, and Dearrando reached out in pain, but fortunately the thing was very smooth and had no barbs, so only a few drops of silver-white blood flowed from the wound.

Sensing the attack on Diarlando, the young dragon flew over, and it had grown to thirty feet long, almost as big as a giant eagle, as it continued to devour the monster's body.

The Gold Eater's head was still staring in Deirlandor's direction, its throat heaving as if it was mobilizing something, and then it spewed out the long golden spikes again. The young dragon stood between the monster and Diarrando, and used its body to stop the wave of golden thorns.

The golden thorns did not penetrate Reseth's scales, but they also left scratches on the white scales, and Resis was enraged by the pain in his chest, and opened his mouth to release a white ball of light, striking the Gold Eater's head, vaporizing a large chunk of the metal.

From the sky, you can see the shape of the monster more clearly, the upper body of the thing is almost the appearance of a human woman, and the lower body is like a multi-legged reptile, ugly lying on the entire mountain, about three miles or so.

At this moment, the Gold Swallowing Beast, which had lost half of its head, began to fill in the vacant part again, and this time the head that emerged was all that faint gold, and the position of the face began to concave, forming a deep hole, and something golden in it flickered.

"Reeth, get out of the way!" Dearrando was obscured from view by the young dragon's body, but his instincts told him that it was dangerous for Reeth. Hearing the warning, the young dragon subconsciously turned sideways, but even then, it was grazed by a huge golden spear shot out of the big hole.

A small piece of dragon lin splashed in the sky with silver-white blood, and the young dragon let out a mournful cry in pain, and fell crookedly towards a dwelling at the bottom of the mountain. Dearrando felt the pain at the same time, and he clutched his shoulder, which looked like he had been slashed, and hurriedly gave Martin and Ang Sai an order: "Retreat first!" and then teleported himself to the young dragon through the symbiote connection.

Injured for the first time in her life, Resis is plagued by pain and panic. Dearlando hugged the young dragon's neck tightly, trying to soothe its emotions. Dearrando's approach made the young dragon feel safe and gradually regained its composure. It readjusted its attitude in the air, and returned to a floating state before falling to the ground.

Fortunately, there were almost no people on the ground anymore, and everyone was given the order to retreat early in the morning. And when a large hole was blown through the castle and a large mass of monsters appeared, the few remaining diehards began to flee in a hurry.

Receiving the order to retreat, Martin immediately swooped down into the square, grabbed Kenda and Fayle with one claw, and took them out of the range of the Gold Eater, and flew after Reeth.

Seeing that the young dragon was flying away, the Gold Swallower began to close the deep hole in its face, mobilized its stubby feet, and climbed up on the rock, trying to catch up with the young dragon. However, its body was too large, and it could only slowly squirm on the mountain.

The golden eagle caught up with the young dragon, and Diarrando pointed in the direction of the sea where there was no one and said, "Go to the beach!" It is chasing me and leading it to a place where there is no one first. ”

"Dragongold! this is Dragongold!" said Fayle, though he was hanging from the talons of the eagle in great discomfort, and brandished a thin golden thorn that he had just picked up on the ground to catch Deirlando's attention. "The surface of this thing is covered with a thin layer of dragon gold!"

Diarlando looked at the other thorn in his hand, and realized that although this gold looked like ordinary champagne gold, it had a faint dragon-like pattern when looked closely. If this metal weapon can kill dragons, it's no wonder that it can injure himself and Reeth, and it's even more so that the Dragon King can't forget it.

The young dragon flew extremely fast, and soon landed on a large bare flat rock by the sea, the silver-white dragon blood still dripping, and Resis turned his head and licked his wound with his tongue, and then let out an angry roar.

Martin and his party arrived, and everyone landed on the huge stone, and Kenda pulled out the healing potion and handed it to Deirlandor to heal, but he refused. Diarrando shook his head and said, "This potion is useless to me, you give it to Angsai, the dragon's magic will soon heal this wound." ”

"Not necessarily......" Fayer's voice rang out, and the mage couldn't hide the excitement on his face: "I've seen the Demon Dragon King use this weapon on the body of a half-dragon man, even the enhanced half-dragon whose defense ability is almost close to that of a giant dragon is slow to recover after being cut by a dragon gold weapon. ”

Diarlando glanced at Fayer lightly, then looked down and frowned at the hole in his leg, and sure enough, it was still slowly dripping blood at the moment.