Chapter 245 Chapter 39 The Underworld Frost Dragon
The core of the Undead Domain, the netherfrost aura had almost turned substantial, condensing from the ground and air, turning into cold white frost that covered the ground. However, the powerful magic radiated by the tens of thousands of high-level adventurers in the讨伐 army easily melted the deep cold white frost.
“Wow, is this the Underworld Frost Dragon’s territory? It can completely serve as a kingdom of the undead!”
Verafia leaned against the side of the magic ship, her silk-like hair being blown by the frost wind, revealing her fair cheeks.
However, the young girl seemed to feel no chill at all, her scorching golden eyes gazing into the distance at the Graveyard shrouded by the Frost Storm. Besides the Huge Bone Dragon with the most intense energy, there were countless skeletons and liches, which looked like a swarm of bone-white ants from afar.
As it was only an expeditionary force composed of adventurers, and they had not undergone any training, they were not as capable of forming a tight and solid formation as a real army. Instead, they were split into scattered troops, organized by their respective Adventuring Parties. From a distance, they looked like a blazing torrent charging into the land of underworld bone frost.
Edgeworth, the “Hand of Storm,” the magic ship carrying numerous adventurers, floated above them, emitting powerful magic fluctuations that directly crushed the frost and snow condensed by the undead magic.
As the flagship of a Saint-level Grand Mage, it served as the most crucial offensive weapon. In addition to the knights guarding Edgeworth, there were dozens of high-level mages standing on the ship.
Of course, in the battle against the Netherfrost Bone Dragon, this ship, which could be protected by Saint-level powerhouses, was also the safest place. Besides Verafia and a few other girls who boarded the ship due to Ig’s connection, members of the Lion Hunters like Ron were also here. The young girl Bra was excitedly raising her face and looking around.
Verafia placed her palm on the railing, her scorching golden eyes casually sweeping over the mages on the ship. Apart from a knight commander who served as Edgeworth’s guard, there was not a single Star on the entire magic ship.
“It seems that this Saint-level Archmage is not entirely unconcerned about his own situation.”
As a Saint-level powerhouse, it wasn’t too difficult for him to subdue all the Platinum and Crystal mages on the ship with a single thought. However, having Stars was another matter entirely.
As the magic ship and the adventurers’ expeditionary army entered the territory of the Underworld Frost, the long-vigilant Underworld Frost Dragon in the graveyard could no longer endure it. It raised its white bone dragon head and let out a sharp, piercing angry roar. The immense power caused the surrounding space to tremble.
“This is the last magic of the Black-winged Monarch transformed into undead! Defeat it, and all the treasures here will be ours!”
The “Hand of Storm’s” invigorating cheers echoed throughout the sky, and under the enhancement of additional group buffs, almost everyone’s morale was boosted. They all raised their weapons, unleashing fluctuations of magic and Dou Qi.
“Roar!”
The Underworld Frost Dragon, as large as a small mountain, flapped its bone wings and rushed into the sky. The power transmitted by its wingbeats almost folded the sky like paper, emitting an enraged roar. In its extreme anger, it spewed out the most chilling Frost Netherflame.
The rolling dragon’s breath, carrying extremely dense death power, descended upon the earth like a meteor. Thousands of mages, priests, and archers raised their weapons, unleashing astonishing attacks.
Even the world-destroying, deathly still dragon’s breath was destroyed, exploding in the sky into flowing starlight and falling to the ground. Several unfortunate adventurers who made contact cried out as they were corroded into bone, their screams drowned out by the even more intense attacks of the others.
The forbidden magic released by the “Hand of Storm” waving his staff formed countless chains of storms, which were torn apart by the Underworld Frost Dragon waving its giant claws. But the next moment, the forbidden storms turned into scythes entwined with magic runes, slashing across the bone dragon’s torso, causing countless netherflames to surge and shower down from the sky.
The Underworld Frost Dragon let out a wounded roar. Under the onslaught of powerful magic, it found it difficult to approach the magic flying boat, so it could only raise its dragon head again and spew out dragon’s breath that froze the frost flame!
The dragon’s breath of frost flame was blocked by elemental magic shields before it could reach the young girls. It spread rapidly like frost ice solidifying on glass, igniting with frost-blue flames, looking exceptionally beautiful.
However, even from a great distance and with the frost flame breath blocked, everyone on the magic ship felt a bone-chilling cold. Even Verafia couldn’t help but shudder.
The only exception was Ophi, who lowered her small face, her frost-blue eyes showing a hint of confusion: “Why, I feel that this dragon is somewhat familiar?”
Verafia, standing next to the Ice Dragon Girl, shivered and then reached out to tug at her smooth golden hair. Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the confused Ophi.
If her guess was correct, the undead in this domain were almost all creatures that the Black-winged Monarch had killed in his lifetime. Therefore, not only did demon realm creatures make up the largest proportion of the skeletal structures, but even after becoming undead, their skeletal bodies had considerable differences in strength apart from their magical power.
As for this Frost Bone Dragon, it was probably the Blue Frost Dragon King, a dragon clan leader, whom the Black-winged Monarch had killed after arriving in Aslandt with the Demon King. With that dragon’s power, which was nearly immortal at the time, even after death, it retained some of its former attributes in this domain of the Black-winged Monarch.
Of course, Verafia could not remind Ophi that the Ice Dragon before her was her relative. Instead, she slightly shifted her small face, her peripheral vision catching sight of Ig next to her.
Ig’s expression remained solemn, as if burdened by some difficult matter, making it hard for him to stir his emotions.
Verafia raised her small face and softly snorted.
She knew very well what this young man was thinking, but to her, it was something to be disdainful of. Of course, Verafia did not want to make a sound, choosing to watch coldly.
The Underworld Frost Dragon flapped its wings and let out an angry roar. Behind it, dozens or hundreds of bone-winged bats took to the sky, attacked by countless magical beams; on the ground, the melee professionals raised their swords, fighting against the skeletons and ghouls that crawled out of the graveyard under the Underworld Frost Dragon.
The magic of the mages and archers, and the power of the arrows stirred up strong ripples in the sky. The Frost Bone Dragon moved rapidly on the ground, raising its head and exhaling dragon’s breath, wanting to eliminate the humans attacking its territory on the ground first.
However, as soon as the grey frost flame was exhaled, it was completely submerged by the immense magic. The enraged dragon roared, and on its pair of sinister bone dragon heads, a pair of burning dragon eyes almost overflowed with frost-blue spectral fire.
Edgeworth, the “Hand of Storm,” stepped on the sky and faced the Death Nether Bone Dragon directly. A vast Sacred Domain unfolded beside the Archmage. Amidst the immense, sea-like terrifying magic, the “Hand of Storm” gripped his staff with his right hand, golden magic runes lighting up sequentially, and suddenly his robes were swept by a gale.
Edgeworth said, looking at the dragon’s ferocious spectral fire dragon eyes: “The last remnant of the Black-winged Monarch… Dragon of Nether Bone, the traces of your existence have long since faded for a century, and in this domain, perhaps it needs to be recorded for millennia. However, you are ultimately just a phantom left behind by the demon race back then.”
As soon as the words fell, countless magic lines were drawn on the staff held by Edgeworth, forming a vast and extremely dense magic array, and the earth-shattering magic poured in almost instantly.
The Underworld Frost Dragon also raised its dragon head high. In the surging frost ice dragon flame, the power of death and frost deepened rapidly, representing its most furious attack!
In almost an instant, the final battle in the entire Undead Domain reached its climax!
