White Dragon Lord

The incantation in the mouth of the white dragon lord quickly recited, and the magic power gathered around him.

Frostbolt Rain!

Under the action of magic, the water vapor quickly condensed into ice and turned into a rain of icy arrows like fireworks, most of which were shot towards the altar, and a small part was shot at the aboleth.

The red-robed man coiled his tentacles into a swirling shield and protected it in front of the altar to block the rain of arrows from the sky.

The dense ice arrows were inserted into the tentacles, and the ice magic power followed the wound and invaded the tentacles. The red-robed man could only use the qi in his body to resist the ice magic power to ensure that the tentacles would not lose activity.

Although a single Frostbolt does not carry much ice magic power, the quantity makes up for this shortcoming.

The man in red roared at the aboleth swimming in the water.

"Quick! Stop it! If the altar is destroyed, no one will benefit!"

"Quack! Birel! I want the crystal of your soul that you treasure."

"you!"

The man in red - Bieler was furious at the aboleth's seat price, but he suppressed his anger.

"it is good!"

"Quack! It's a word!"

At the signal of the most powerful aboleth leader, the four aboleths came to life!

The signature skills of the aboleth clan are psychic power and manipulation of water currents.

The surging spiritual power spreads around, and the sea water under the ice surface vibrates. At first, it was only a slight vibration, and finally, the arc became larger and larger.

Ka Ka Ka!

Ten meters of ice is breaking up.

Bang bang bang!

Finally, the ice layer was completely broken and turned into ice floes at sea.

The aboleth manipulated the soaring water column and attacked the white dragon in the sky.

The white dragon lord dodged to avoid the water column emerging from the lake, flapped his wings, flew towards the position of the aboleth, took a deep breath, and sprayed the four aboleths with the icy blue breath of the dragon.

Feeling the surging energy fluctuations in the dragon's breath, the aboleth did not dare to resist.

"withdraw!"

Four aboleths plunged into the bottom of the water, the dragon breath sprayed on the sea water, and the sea water was instantly frozen in a large chunk.

The white dragon lord maintained his breath and attacked the red-robed man on the island.

Bieler looked at the flying white dragon, his scalp tingling, he understood that even with the addition of four aboleths, he and others might not be able to defend the altar.

Because it is easier to destroy than to defend.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Bieler gritted his teeth and tore off his red robe, revealing the strong muscles under the red robe.

Only then did the white dragon lord see that Bieler's upper body and left arm were completely replaced by dark red tentacles. On the shoulders, at the junction of the tentacles and normal muscles, the dark red meridians twisted like an active earthworm.

Birel whispered to a certain existence in abyss language.

"Ramsden Warren, the great demon of a thousand hands, I am willing to sacrifice my right arm in exchange for your blessing!" (Abyss)

If the white dragon lord heard the name Ramsden Warren, he would not be unfamiliar. It is the dark monarch - the number one general under Buraxiu, a super tentacle monster covered with tentacles, calling himself Demon of a Thousand Hands.

As soon as the voice fell, blood-red bubbles emerged from Bieler's sturdy right arm, covering it completely.

"what!!!"

Bieler roared up to the sky in pain, and in an instant, its right arm also completed the transformation, turning into a twisting red tentacle.

Bieler, who was originally a peak legendary warrior, once again had a surge of aura, breaking through to the high-level legendary level.

The white dragon lord looked at Bieler's suddenly changed right arm, his pupils shrank, it remembered an evil ritual.

This is not a makeover!

It's a sacrifice!

Inside the Devil Church, there is a secret technique that allows demon believers who are powerful enough to sacrifice a certain part of their body to the devil, and the sacrificed part will be transformed into the devil's flesh and blood. Gain unique abilities from demons.

But the demons in the abyss are not philanthropists, and when they give, they also demand more in return.

A demon believer who sacrificed a part of his body, after death, his soul is not even qualified to transform into a new demon, and will directly become the nourishment of the sacrificed object.

Moreover, the more body parts a demon believer sacrifices, the closer his mind will be to demons.

If he sacrificed his entire body to the devil while he was alive, this person would completely lose himself and become a clone of the devil.

Even within the Devil Church, which is full of lunatics, such super lunatics are very rare.

Bieler's eyes were blood red, and he roared and waved his two arms that turned into tentacles. The tentacles immediately popped out a long distance, bypassed the dragon's breath, and attacked the white dragon lord.

The white dragon lord suddenly flapped his wings and flew to a higher place. While avoiding the whipping of his tentacles, he also avoided the mental shock of the aboleth that surfaced.

Bieler: "You can't fight at the altar, force it away!"

Aboleth leader: "Understood!"

Bieler lifted off into the sky, and two tentacles danced with whip shadows in the sky, chasing after the white dragon lord.

With the cooperation of the aboleth, the white dragon lord was "forced to be helpless" and retreated again and again.

At the back of the battlefield, in the grotto on the cliff, the leopard in the stealth state saw that the White Dragon Lord finally led the enemy away, and knew that the opportunity was coming.

Yuiel jumped off the cliff, stepped on the ice floes on the water, and quietly came to the island.

Ignoring a few half-dead demon believers, Uyel sneaked around the altar and observed carefully and found that the demon believers did not set traps around the altar.

It seems that they are very confident in the blood-red magic enchantment.

Yuiel watched, when the red-robed man came out, the secret door of the altar that was not closed quietly sneaked in.

The dark room is very small, and at the very center of the room, there is a blood-red disk with a complicated magic circle.

This is the control core of the enchantment.

Uiel no longer hesitated, and rushed over to scratch the disc with both claws.

The disc was torn apart under the sharp claws of the leopard.

Huh? !

What is this clear bead?

Uyel saw a transparent bead beside the disc, although it didn't know what it was.

But its animal intuition tells it that's a good thing.

Yuel swallowed it without hesitation, and then rushed out the door.

At the moment when the disc shattered, an invisible energy wave swept in all directions.

The enchantment is gone!

The controller of the barrier, Bieler, felt the disappearing barrier and let out a terrifying cry of grief.

"Do not!"

At the moment when the leopard sneaked into the secret room, Bieler realized that something was wrong, but unfortunately the distance was too far, and with the obstruction of the white dragon lord, it was too late to go back.

The spiritual pillar of the past, the sacred task entrusted to him by the great master has failed!

Thinking of this, Bieler's eyes were instantly congested, and madness filled his every nerve!

"You! You!"

Bieler roared angrily at the white dragon lord and the aboleth.

"You all have to die!!!"