The glorious to dazzling gold scales, majestic and hideous claws and wings, a majestic and intimidating gaze, Lysatos towered over a crowd of human beings, coldly looking at.
The slave catchers were first dazzled by the golden glow, followed by uncontrollable fear, the elves could be deceived with tricks, the rainforest split-toothed panthers could be killed with swords, but ... the ancient beast in front of them was far beyond the range of response. The golden dragon's claws are a man high, turning a body can crush a team of steel squares.
And in the heart of the dogfish, certain ideas were brutally torn apart. Subconsciously, he had always felt that humans were the highest race in Saraf, and this contemptuous superiority was slowly accumulated over generations as hunters trafficked the alien race again and again. Dwarves are foolish and reckless, elves are childish and stubborn, the various beasts of Saraf are nothing more than the merits of hunters, and the gods are just virtual idols for fools to comfort themselves, inevitably sending themselves to the tip of the pyramid of life on the way to trample the condescension of other races.
Until he saw a more powerful, more intelligent individual. The dogfish subconsciously ignored Lysatos' flirtation and said with strong composure, "It's just a bigger beast, don't be intimidated by the clumsy voice imitation, just parrot the words, spread out and prepare ..."
Lysatos copied a dogfish, cupped in his hands, muffled voice echoed: "Such a ridiculous reason is to convince the men, or comfort themselves? Let me guess, I accidentally pierced your glass heart called racial pride, feel terrified of inferiority. I've seen a lot of guys like you, bullying the weak with insignificant intellects and boasting of their superiority. Then I appeared, tore away the shame of self-deception, leaving you angry and speechless, I only your next sentence is 'not so! ...'
"It's not like that! I ..."
"How trite, no new words?"
The slave catchers woke up like a dream, their spiritual vector, the hunting leader, was carried in their hands like a small chicken. Mott growled and threw his flying axe at Lysatos Dragon Claw, then shouted with an unrelenting air: "Save the boss!" Looking back, the slave catchers scattered into birds and beasts.
Lysatos opened the aura of prestige, which is commonly known as the dragon might. Humans on the scene had the privilege of experiencing what the elves felt when the golden dragon first came to the green capital. The invisible flood of the mind rolled over, a little stronger will was shocked at first, the head is blank, poor will collapsed to the ground, hysterical cries, shit and urine out. None of them ran away.
Golden Dragon looked down at the struggling forward Mott, there are always some souls tough and unyielding.
"You have good deputies, although a little silly, but loyal enough."
"... What do you want? Eat us or hand over an elf?" The dogfish survived the dragon's might and snapped with a big sweat.
Lysatos smiled: "Humans are not in my recipe, acid is not as good as rabbit meat. I'm a civilized dragon, I don't like to play around, but now there's a bad-tempered opponent wandering around, so I need to set up a chessboard, and you, you're the pawn ..."
The dogfish stun into the half-dimensional, Lesatos also do not bother to care about a ground of humans, looking for the direction of the princess fly up. Lysatos traveled slowly, wandering for a while, he saw the target, an elf floating in the sky above the forest.
The cold face of Nieron could be clearly seen, wearing a noble gown, holding a ceremonial longsword, with a finger-long silver glow shooting from his eyes. The deity, who came down to earth in an unknown form, carried out his previous decisive style and attacked right away.
Grade 7 Divine Art [Radiance Condemnation]! Nieron shot out a dazzling blast of divine energy, filling Lysatos' field of vision with blinding light, making it difficult to distinguish objects.
The dragon mage went into battle, and the blazing divine light was deflected as it slammed into his spell shield. The white-gold shockwave bounced off Lysatos, hitting the forest diagonally, a hundred-year-old tree was blown to smithereens.
Vision was restored, but Lysatos didn't need to look to know the enemy wasn't where he was. He used the Free Gate to move out 20 samis, and at the same moment, Nieron teleported at Lysatos' original location. The battle between the mage and the battle rank is to control the rhythm of strikes and manipulate the spatial distance between the enemy and us. Golden Dragon has studied this for hundreds of years, so he is one step ahead of the Lord of Rituals.
He raised his hand and pointed, and a conical wave of light in seven different colors hit Nieron squarely. The seven-ring spell [Rainbow Jet] has seven types of damage, and it works wonders against enemies who are immune to all kinds of energy, and there is always a type that can do damage.
But against a suspected deity incarnate, Rainbow Blast is a good test. The green light of instant death, the blue light of petrification, the cyan light of fear and the purple effect of dimensional teleportation were all ineffective, and Lysatos did not expect the spell to penetrate divine resistance.
The red flame burns, the orange acid splash, the yellow lightning strike, these three energies hit Nieron, although swept by the longsword, but as a caster, Lysatos clearly sense that the spell is effective, although the damage is relatively weak, but this can tell a lot.
Lysatos gave himself acceleration and pulled away, "Good day, impolite Lord of Rituals. I thought you would appear to me in the form of a sun-like shining projection. I didn't expect it to be a solid body, but what kind of body are you using? All existences of Godhead 1 or above are immune to electricity and acid, but my spell had an effect, which means you are just a physical body with some divinity ..."
Nieron swung his sword and a crescent-shaped sword light sped away with great power to tear the golden dragon in half. The god of elves is deeply disgusted with the tone of Lysatos' leisurely in-depth and well-argued intelligence analysis.
The sword light is very fast, one after another through Lysatos three gravity energy wall, but also gave him the opportunity to dodge, and finally in the shoulder to tear a gaping hole, scales cracked.
The situation seems to return to the Golden Dragon's great battle with the divine sins, one struggling to get closer, one pulling away with great effort. The speed and dexterity of the divine elf is better than Zexkor, but the spell resistance is rather less, being Lysatos with a single spell blast of dust, difficult to approach. Nieron split the spell for the 5th time, and the magic missile impacted on the sword page of the longsword with a clanging sound.
Lysatos double claws spread, viscous and dense smoke erupted into a cloud, engulfing both, vision, hearing and perception were greatly impeded.
The two colors of gray and black stirred together, Lysatos and Nieron began to play hide-and-seek. In this situation, the large size is going to lose, so Lysatos transformed into his elven form, and then used [Strong Phantom] to create a golden dragon image as big as his own body, and with sound, smell and temperature.
The commanding phantom flew ahead for a while, then suddenly lost contact and the phantom was destroyed.
"Torah: Shock and Awe!" Lysatos bellowed, the spell was enough to control the enemy for a few seconds. A flurry of lightning and fire was then flung at that location.
Instead, Nieron suddenly appeared from the opposite direction and chopped off the blond elf's head with his sword. Lysatos' elfin figure blurred for a moment and then disappeared, leaving behind only a fist-sized orange-red fireball.
Lysatos first used his super magic technique, Spell Effect, to raise the fireball's killing power to its maximum, and then used his "Lord of Arcana" professional ability, Enhanced Spellcasting, to double its power again. Then he used another phantom to cover up and wait for his prey.
It was also a phantom? Nieron hurriedly retreat, but it was already too late. Was after the disguise [delayed burst fireball] boom, this eight-ringed higher plastic energy spell, on its own power can be crushed hundreds of giant wood.
A few meters away can sense the horrific energy of the fireball compressed to its limit, white light flashes, a furious shockwave and tongues of flame engulfed Nieron. Already exited the mist of Lysatos, moody listening to the loud boom, the divine power and magic of the fog instantly dispersed by the burst of wind.
After the explosion, Nieron was blown to the ground and crashed into out boss a pit. The divine magic mask on his body was also dispelled, only to see a half-black, half-white derivative elf fall to the ground, all limbs shattered into ashes, and his appearance was not that of the Lord of Rituals.
"Really tough, fourfold power superimposed, also mixed with my golden dragon bloodline's flame Force explosion, actually did not destroy you. But the nature of this body of yours is exposed ..."
As he spoke, divine energy flickered on the elf's body, the broken limbs quickly healed, and the skin that was blazed into black charcoal regrew. Nieron rose into the air, the hand spread, the appearance once again changed back to open station before.
"So that's how it is, giving divinity to the berserkers and forcibly raising their spirituality until it's enough to allow your projection to enter. Good tricky method, the body is broken and then replaced by another, compared to the incarnation to save much. But how long can this believer body of yours last, 1 hour, 2 hours?"
"It's enough to kill you, reptilian." The Tia elven master of rituals, the only true god of Saraph, spoke for the first time, his voice cold, hard and cold, without a trace of emotion.
The elf-like Lysatos looked mocking and said, "Do you think I don't know your intention to sacrifice a believer to hold me back? The other few derivative elves have already gone to Druhiria, right? As long as the princess dies outside the forest, she can be planted to humans, or to me according to the magic goods around, thus completing the goal of unifying the faith of the Tyrian forest."
Just as Lysatos said breaking the Lord of Rituals calculations, the magic-eyed governor Flamir stopped the two half-scaled elves.
"The moon is dark and gay night, the wind is high and caresses the chrysanthemum day, do you two mind if I watch from the sidelines?"