When Lysatos was hit by the [Flame Strike] that fell from the sky, he knew that the presumption was wrong, and that the forbidden effect of the Aura Realm did not include the priests of Nieron.
The flame light exploded on his back, in which the power of the flame was directly immune to the golden dragon, while the power of the divine force hammered heavily on the dragon's scales, doing little damage, but it could not be considered absent either.
The chief priest cried out, the hideous right hand copied a long-handled heavy hammer with extraordinary speed and ran wildly, and I do not know where he found this kind of weapon that has no relation to the elves. The elf leaped up high, and the hammer slammed into the neck of Lysatos with a bitter wind.
"Pop!"
Like a fly swatter hitting a target, Lysatos calmly struck a swinging blow, and the dragon claw struck the chief priest from top to bottom with a sharp blow. The elf hit the ground hard, the sound of broken bones was clearly audible, and then rolled and tumbled into the distance.
Although Lysatos' profession is not a warrior, the chief priest's movements are too clumsy. His body was filled with energy but he could not use it in a coordinated manner.
The golden dragon narrowed his eyes as he actually rolled right up. A normal elf should have a broken spine and half of his ribs shattered. When it hit him just now, the body flashed what seemed to be ... [protection dragon type aura]. This Salaver's faint god is getting more and more mysterious, bestowing not only Ferran's standard divine arts, but even such cold and remote divine arts.
The dragon slayer was painless as the divine power washed over his body and the bones and muscles quickly reset and healed. He went through the knowledge given by Nieron in his head and quickly released several divine spells.
Lysatos watched in silence, his knowledge of the Lord of Rituals increasing with each additional power used by the peculiar elf before him. The chief priest looked like he had become a derivative of some lower class creature, yet could use divine magic without error. One of his eyes was filled with silver light, the pupil of the Lord of Rituals' divine emblem - a ceremonial cane inlaid with silver wires and diamonds - appeared, and the other pupil was tumbling with dark green fire. Faced with such a special sample, the mage's desire to know tormented the dragon.
[Steel Skeleton
[Demonized Weapons
[Ritual Discipline]
The last one was out of Lysatos' range of recognition, and should be a divine spell unique to the Lord of Rituals. But he immediately knew the effect, the clumsy priest suddenly turned into a war veteran, he approached at great speed with a tricky bending route, the heavy hammer flicked between his hands, influencing the dragon's judgment with a dazzling change of trajectory.
The left claw swings, the chief priest flings the war hammer, using centrifugal force to change position in mid-air to avoid the attack.
"Boom!"
Lysatos blocked with his right claw, was shaken numb, after the magic of the war hammer equivalent to +3 magic weapons, enough to tear the dragon scales.
The blow missed and the elf fell from mid-air. Lysatos long tail like a lightning stick to the ground sweep, when the priest long landed, will inevitably withstand the fierce tail blow, even with [steel skeleton] will be smashed into two pieces.
The dragon slayer reversed his body, head down and feet up, hammering the ground with both hands, raising a piece of mud. The ground's recoil caused the chief priest to leap up again, and the dragon's tail brushed against his back. At that moment, he rotated his waist, hooked his left foot on the bone spike on the dragon's tail, and flew up diagonally with the swift force of the tail sweep, and with his right foot on the dragon's scales, he jumped to the left side of Lysatos' head, and Lysatos was too late to defend himself.
Within a few seconds, the head priest's feet did not touch the ground twice to fly, the borrowing and unloading skills to the fullest.
Facing the elf who was very close to the dragon slayer, Lysatos just turned his head and opened his mouth.
"Roar roar roar roar roar!"
The zero distance dragon roar turned into a shockwave almost visible to the naked eye, rushing the chief priest backwards. Tumbling to the ground once more, the elf staggered back, dizzy. Taking two steps back, he vomited out with a gurgle.
That's tough, Lysatos appreciated. The steel skeleton had strengthened the resistance to blows and reduced the toughness, making it much less resistant to sonic dissolution. And the elf's brain was actually not shaken into mush, the peculiar physiological structure made the dragon salivate even more.
Huffing and puffing at the same time crawled on the two faces of the chief priest, and a new divine art was cast out.
[Resist Sonic Energy] He didn't want to throw up again.
[Righteousness like rainbow] The elf doubled the size even with the costume weapon.
[Weapon Extension] The doubled heavy hammer attack range was doubled again.
It's good to have divine magic that doesn't cost anything, Lysatos exclaimed. Looked at the elves who were wailing and rushing over and raised their wings. The chief priest hovered over the head of the dumbfounded chief priest.
The chief priest was frantic for a moment and once again turned to his god.
A shimmering light [Sleeping Emblem] was thrown into the air, and Lysatos swung his claws to scatter it.
"The race of golden dragons is naturally immune to all sleep effects caused by magic and divine power, and paralysis is included in this. Next time, pick a good divine spell and use it." Lysatos used the tone of an infant teacher to popularize dragon common sense, good for others is also a common problem of mages.
[Killing Spell]!
The chief priestess arrogantly shot out a dark red negative energy wave from his fingers. Lysatos scattered it with another claw slap.
"Instant death spells are the worst choice, and just by looking at my size you know that a low life killing spell can't possibly work either. You're as stupid as your god!" This time the tone was tinged with disdain; for a mage, stupidity is a greater original sin than ignorance.
"Ahhhhhhh ..."
Several times the teasing and humiliation completely tore apart the elf's calm mind, and a deep desire for tyranny rushed into the mind. The green flame of the right eye began to spread to the left, gradually squeezing the ceremonial cane behind. A pair of wings that resembled a mixture of bat and dragon wings broke out, shoulders and knees twisted to form bone spikes, and a wild roar roared out of a mouth full of sharp teeth. The traces of the elf on the chief priest were becoming less and less.
The monster lifted its wings, but having wings doesn't mean it can fly, and engaging in aerial combat with a dragon that has spent half its life in the air is even more of a mistake. In just one round, Lysatos hit three slaps and a takedown, and if he wasn't so dirty he would have taken a devouring bite. He grabbed the wildly writhing monster, tossed it into mid-air, and then swung the dragon's tail, the most powerful tip of which hit its target squarely.
With a loud bang, the chief priest smashed a crater three meters in diameter and the ground was filled with smoke and dust. Lysatos was wondering if the force had killed him when the heavy hammer, entangled with evil energy, broke through the smoke and smashed into the dragon's wing.
As Lysatos cried out in annoyance and pain, the completely inhuman-looking chief priest jumped out of the pit, his left arm and shoulder already gone. The elf used his last divine spell with what little sanity he had left.
[Descent Airflow
The wind pressed Lysatos to the ground, and seeing that flying was no longer possible, he simply reoriented himself and changed his fall into a lunge, smashing into the elf like a meteorite.
And the alienated chief priest let out a beastly howl and lunged at the dragon with a single arm.
"Bang!"
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Druhilya waited for the high priest of Opharsis for a while with a grimace. She found it unusual that most of the priests were paler than silk, shivering while praying, sweat dripping down the tips of their hair. The princess was aware that these fanatics often held grueling services that lasted 12 hours, and it was painful just to watch the tedious rituals and ceremonies, but every high-ranking priest could hold it together. And this time the prayer was just under half an hour, and something seemed to be extracting their spirit.
A priest under the riser could not support himself and fainted, another immediately filled in, and the fainted one was left unattended.
Drusillia rubbed her chin, estimating that in another half hour, all the prayers except the high priest would be rested. What the hell are they doing? The rangers outside the circle straightened their ears, but they couldn't hear anything inside. The princess quietly asked Poirot to fly high into the air, but came back shivering with fear, unable to get any useful information.
That's when Drusilla felt the ground shake and her face suddenly changed. If the vibration came from inside the circle, the movement inside must be very big.
...
Is this the end? Lysatos twisted up the chief priest who looked like a ragged sack with two claws, and he was still stubbornly alive.
The Lord of Rituals had used some special method, perhaps a sacrifice or something, to turn a weak elf into an elite divine warrior.
It was illogical, why would he become like this? The divine art level of [Flamestrike] in battle is 5, so he has at least 9 cleric level, how did he reach it in less than 20 days, this is not a carrot that can be plucked when he wants.
The strangest thing is that the effort to get the dead magic area, and then only sent such a goods to slay the dragon, Orpheus narrow-minded even if, Nieron will not be stupid to this extent.
There must be something he didn't find. Putting the chief priest in front of his eyes, Lysatos probed with his mental touch. Suddenly, the half-dead elf grinned.
A ray of the divinity of the Lord of Rituals rushed into Lysatos's brain.