The spit named after the platinum dragon god carries a terrifying power, the heat has coalesced to the point of being completely blazing white, giving the illusion of looking directly at the sun, the glow blinding enough to cause blindness.
If you look at it from the viewpoint of the gods' backs, you'll see a bulge, which then expands, shatters, and with it the dragon's breath penetrates!
The painful thoughts emanating from Zexikor were like boiling iron, searing every nerve in itself. The dragon's breath melted through the storm, scorching away the ice shell and leaving a transparent hollow. The dissociation effect attached to the pale green sacred sigh makes the hole far larger than the damage of the dragon's breath.
How big is this hole? There just happened to be a freshly baked aged white dragon corpse next to it, remove the meteorite fragments inside and clump it just enough to stuff it in.
Lysatos in the gods of sin to burst Bigby tackling palm, giant fist fell on their own before retreating, and then any door to re-draw to pull away.
Not dead. Lysatos sighed, the advanced law rank of the dragon due to the gap in physical strength, in the dragon breath is less than the war rank. He once saw his grandfather, the golden dragon patriarch of Paradise Mountain, use the same spit to directly dissociate the legendary winter ghost completely, just left full of crumbs.
But winter ghosts are not the same as gods and sins, the latter are premature gods, although carrying a curse hovering between life and death, still have the basis for godhood - divine fire.
Lysatos can even guess that at this moment the divine fire in Zexikor's body is frantically squeezing the free energy of the astral world, transforming it into life force and cold ice, an endless source that never stops.
Seeing the ice cloud storm hissing anew, and the hollow surrounding also began to condense inward, Lysatos also felt tricky. The divine fire never stops generating energy, so not only will the gods' sins who have received huge wounds not deteriorate to death, but their wounds will also heal before long. To kill the gods, you must use a continuous powerful attack to destroy the body, tear the soul, annihilate the divine fire ... If you can't kill it, hatred will make it remember the bones and keep hunting to the end.
How to deal with this ice it, high spell resistance, high defense, immune to spiritual spells, immune to deformation, petrification, energy extraction ...
As the saying goes, dogs jump to the wall and rabbits stir up eagles in a hurry. The way the divine sins stomp the eagle makes Lysatos a bit frightened.
The way to fight a circle back to the starting point, the big ice block rushed over, Lysatos look close to the distance is about to retreat, did not expect Zuoxker suddenly summoned a white dragon, and then hold the tail tip, like throwing a meteor hammer swing over.
The white dragon smashed half of his scaled wings, and the protection spells and equipment on his body countered with lightning, dissociation, and force field energy.
"Hahahaha ..." God Sin threw away half of his tail and summoned another living heavy hammer.
The sudden heavy injury inspired the hostility deep in his bloodline, and Lysatos let out a roar: "You asked for it!"
There was no air and naturally no sound in the astral realm, but the gods read the meaning and were glad that the golden dragon finally stopped running.
Lysatos enchanted [Fist of Flame], the dragon claws lit up with blazing flames, and used any door directly to get close to tear on the ice shell, 10 furrows were scorched out by the flames.
The gods dropped the white dragon and returned with a punch that ripped off the entire wing of Lysatos directly.
"Your claws are weaker than spells!"
The golden dragon retreated with injuries, and the tip of its claws blossomed with nearly a hundred blue-white force energy missiles that blasted Zexkor's face, leaving only cratered ice shards from the [High Missile Storm] that could have blown the giant bear off its back.
With his vision obstructed, the god sinner simply lunged in the direction of Lysatos, who felt grabbed the dragon claw and ripped half of his body off directly.
"Die!"
Zexxor threw one last punch, then felt the sky spin around, and when he came back to his senses it was no longer a star world full of silvery backgrounds.
Where is this? Constrained by the cosmic laws of the Laws of the Realms, Zexkel could not enter the Material Plane, and the outer planes were manned by gods from all camps, and were beaten out before they could get close. So when he saw the plains, rivers, hills ... are so strange, froze on the spot.
On the other hand, Lysatos, whose consciousness returned to his body, left the underground temple with fire. [Astral Projection] only projected the soul, and whatever damage the projection suffered would not be carried to the body, so Lysatos was intact.
There are two kinds of protection on the outer wall of the demiplane, the spatial maze barrier makes it impossible for astral creatures to observe the demiplane, and also because of the invisibility occasionally someone will crash into it. This time the sub-dimensional trap will transport him to the other side of the half-dimensional trap exit, is applicable to the lack of contrast in the star world, it is easy to produce to give people the illusion.
In the battle just now, Lysatos lured the gods into an adjusted interdimensional trap, but the exit was not outward but inward, right in the corner of the demiplane.
As soon as Lysatos came out, he saw the giant ice block standing stupidly, and the storm, like a manifestation of doubt, hovered around him, enough to cool down the demiplane by several dozen degrees.
"The main ... master? How to get it in, our losses will be greater." Vlamil said in a shuddering voice.
"Just because of the loss, so I want to get back some of the capital! The unscrupulous Starworld whale, don't let me see you again." Lysatos took advantage of the enemy's lack of reaction, and with both hands, like the gods who ordered the earth, hundreds of Sami-wide walls of rock and earth rose up to form a prison.
"Bang!" The stone wall could not even withstand a punch. Zexikor peeled away the stone wall, let out a heaven-shattering roar, and began to charge, making the earth wail with every step he landed. In the Material Plane, the destructiveness of the gods' sins is ten times greater than in the Astral Plane. The shock waves swept through along with the soul-freezing cold, the sky was dyed pale blue, and clouds condensed and drifted down, turning into snowflakes that spread an evil aura. Each snowflake fell, plants, land was covered with white frost, rocks frozen into ice slag, a cold wind scattered all over the ground. Fortunately, there is no other living creature nearby, otherwise the gods of the madness of the sight of the gaze, thinking will be soaked erosion, into an irreversible state of madness.
Lysatos reached out and snapped, the gods sin feet scurrying up stone claws, a violent tug. The gods, who had spent their lives floating in the astral world, did not understand what the center of gravity was, and fell face first into the ground, raising a cloud of dust and sand.
The rock prison was reconstructed, while several stone claws tightened around the limbs. Lysatos chanted an incantation, and a thick, hot cloud of fire took shape overhead, raining down with a crackling sound. The master of the demiplane changed the nature of the elements, the flames became sticky and burned on it.
Zexkor fought to turn over, his stone claws were stretched long and then crackled. He used the last summoning spell of the day, the white dragon just appeared to be burst, rich in frost magic blood to extinguish the flames. Then he spat into the sky and engulfed the fire cloud with a tide of ice.
Lysatos was just about to use [Siege Hammer] when the demiplane suddenly shook violently, the spell hit deflected, and the god sinner stood up again.
"What's going on?!" Lysatos was annoyed.
Vlamir said with a little cry, "That Starworld Whale ... is back!"
Lysatos almost vomited blood, could it really be sent by the Lord of Rituals?
There is no way out, must be a quick battle. Lysatos took a deep breath, his will connected to the core of the demiplane, unlocking some mysterious seal. The earth beneath his feet rumbled and split in half, and a vibrant green light flew up.
The center of the green light is an inconspicuous acorn, floating on the dragon claw. Lysatos did not dare to touch the fruit directly, this thing is one of the powerful fragments of divine power, more dangerous than the sins of God.
He carefully separated a strand of natural divinity and put it into the land at the feet of the divine sin. Then, the land exploded.
Countless green vines exploded and multiplied at a frantic speed, crawling over every inch of the ice shell in a few seconds, like an overzealous mother pulling the divine sin into the embrace of the earth. For every one broken, tens of times more vines proliferated.
Lysatos grabbed the dangerous acorns and sent them back to the ground. The fire and earth elements of the demiplane were tempered by the will of the golden dragon, and four large lava fountains appeared, bright red lava coating the gods' sins with a hard shell, not waiting for it to cool down and another layer.
Figuring out how long he could stall, Lysatos drew away, taking over the unfinished art of dismembering the gods' sins.
When the golden dragon appeared in the astral world in a murderous mood, but found no sign of the astral whale anywhere.
Back to bump and run away, is it a head cramp or is Toriel's chaos Force influence widespread?
Looking around, he found a cloud of ... garbage floating in a very close location in the demiplane. Should be garbage, Lesatos flew closer to see, all kinds of broken weapons, clothing, debris tangled into a mass, bits and pieces and many different races of bones.
After looking at half a day, he suddenly found a grunge box, from the garbage pile to reveal a corner.
[Secret Box]? This is a special spell, the caster will be important things in the box, and then put into the star world to save, and then summoned out when needed. If the caster dies, the secret box will become a masterless object, floating in the star world, waiting for the lucky one.
So that's how it was, Lysatos dawned on him, and the Star World whale found the divine sin missing, thinking it was wiped out. Then ran back to thank, because the invisible half-dimensional so there was a final impact, leaving this "thank you" to leave.
What a ... passionate creature, the golden dragon wanted to cry, the sub-dimensional trap was broken most of the time, repair does not know how long it will take.
Half an hour later, Flamir jawed at the size of the Golden Dragon and the trash group, four tentacles flung. "This is the reward issued by the mission npc? Where is the experience? Where are the weapons? Red and blue medicine ..."
Lysatos jerked off with a tail blow and started to go crazy again.
"Look at this." Lysatos displayed a stone with wisps of blood on it, sprinkled with a mysterious glow.
The devil-eyed governor drew a backward breath: "Divine blood? From the regimental trash?"
"Yes, there are a lot of valuable things in it, just this drop of divine blood will return the capital." Lysatos turned his head to look at another trophy, at this time, Zexikor completely covered by the black and red lava shell, occasionally struggling, underground flames immediately erupted, bringing painful scorching.
Living gods sin ah, if the divine fire stripped down, he can become a demigod from the legend, cross the most difficult threshold, stand on the starting line of the road to immortality ... this idea in the head in a circle and fly out, become a god is not the pursuit of Lysatos. But ... some inspiration flickered, difficult to figure out, Lysatos watched and watched out of mind.
"Master? Master?"
The golden dragon woke up with a dazed expression. "Sometimes you're right, Vlamir, the answers come to you on their own. I will go to the library and look up the information."
"Now? What about these things, and the gods' sins?"
"See for yourself. ..." Lysatos' voice was far away.
Three days later, Golden Dragon put down the booklet in his hand, which was a wild history of the Abyss, filled with all kinds of absurd legends.
"Huh." Lysatos blossomed into a confident smile, "I know what you are, the Lord of Rituals ..."