69novels Chapter 125 Dragon Roar [Dominating Death]
Chapter 125 Dragon Roar [Dominating Death]
Chapter 125 Dragon Roar [Dominating Death]
Even after Modi's rigorous selection and elimination process, the Bloodstained Book has still collected hundreds of pages to date.
Of the hundreds of pages, most were extremely weak, with only a few dozen possessing the power of four seals or higher.
But that doesn’t mean they’re useless. These hundreds of pages contain various entries that are the same or different, and if they are arranged properly, they can play a huge role.
For example, words that symbolize emotions such as arrogance, jealousy, and madness can be combined with the Seed of the Mind to plunge Mordi into a deeper state of distortion.
A change in one's mind brings about substantial power, even distorting the material world.
The seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon's flesh writhed, as if it were about to undergo further mutation and completely transform into something indescribable.
"Such heavy emotions are still too difficult for me to bear right now."
Modi grinned, revealing a twisted smile, and his ten tails thrashed wildly, carving crooked furrows into the ground and walls.
The immense pressure on his mind, the intense conflicts between various emotions... he desperately needs to find the self that has been overwhelmed by emotional pressure, even if it means doing so in some unconventional ways.
To make others bleed, or to make yourself bleed.
Aldurian's poisonous mist and evil fire caused him real pain, but he also found a sense of life in it. Even as his scales peeled off and his flesh dissolved, he was still happy to endure it.
The roar of the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon transformed into a cloud of blood mist, with crimson plague spreading outwards like a waterfall, surging forward and engulfing the entire massive temple.
As soon as Aldurian's dragon-scaled skin came into contact with the plague, it felt a slight itch, which greatly surprised it, and its dragon mouth opened wide.
Immortals, especially those who have reached this stage, are practically immune to all poisons, unless they encounter an immortal who specializes in toxicology, but this freak in front of us is clearly not one of them.
Unbeknownst to it, the pages Modi loaded contained entries titled "Vicious Poison Invasion" and "Filthy Plague," which he had obtained from the black and green dragons he had once killed.
In addition, he also has entries related to poisons and plagues, such as "Master of Toxicology" and "Snack Expert," which greatly enhance the infectivity of scarlet plague gas.
Even with just contact with the skin, the pervasive scarlet plague successfully infected Audurian, and in the blink of an eye, its subcutaneous flesh began to writhe abnormally.
Individual cells form clusters, generate their own will, and rebel against their host.
"interesting."
Having seen many storms, Aldurian was not alarmed. Instead, he activated his high-ranking dragon bloodline, causing the two sides to engage in a fierce battle.
The dragon cells are extremely aggressive, and with Audurian's support, they have turned against the infected cells.
Within the blood mist, a figure slightly smaller than Audurian suddenly materialized.
The seven-headed red dragon wielded a lightning spear. The ice lightning, which should have been blue, was stained crimson and entangled around the dragon-hunting spear, forming a spiral structure that continuously magnified it.
Crimson dragon lightning gathered at the tip of the spear, and a crimson hue, deeper than blood mist, suddenly appeared.
Elena sensed something and, without hesitation, unleashed a dragon roar towards a certain spot in the blood mist.
The dragon's roar swept across, freezing everything in its path, including the blood mist and sound waves, as if time itself had been solidified.
The crimson plague obscured Aldurian's vision and blocked its spiritual perception until the dragon's roar drew near, at which point it became aware of this unusual power.
The next moment, the dragon's roar struck its massive body.
It stagnates along with the blood mist, like an insect frozen in amber, its surrounding scarlet plague amber cage.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the crimson dragon lightning converged at a single point and, along with the dragon-hunting spear, pierced towards Aldurian's immobile body.
The moment the spear tip touched the dragon scales, crimson lightning, like a hot knife through butter, easily sliced through the supposedly indestructible scales, penetrating deep into the flesh and spreading outwards in a radial pattern.
Modi's scales bristled as he gripped the gun handle with both arms and pushed the dragon-hunting gun downwards with all his might.
Aldurian turned around, having somehow broken free from the Dragon's Roar's restraints, a hint of mockery flashing in his crimson eyes.
"The dragon's roar is weak and ineffective. This spear, however, is quite interesting... You've crafted it into a dragon-hunting weapon?"
As he spoke, a dragon roar erupted, and a tremendous repulsive force surged forth, pushing the dragon-hunting spear, which was embedded deep in flesh, out of his body.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, but the black dragon didn't care at all; its injuries healed completely in the blink of an eye.
"Let the elders teach you how real dragons fight."
It swung its body, and its gleaming dragon claws tore a large chunk of flesh from Modi.
Without even glancing at it, it swallowed the piece of flesh with tentacles, licked its lips, and said, "Delicious."
The dragon's roar was hidden in the words, and it instantly spread in all directions.
Modi exploded into a blood mist to avoid the dragon roar whose effect was unknown. When his body solidified again, he realized that the dragon roar was not aimed at him or Elena.
This dragon roar was directed at the pile of dragon corpses beneath Aldorion.
"This is [Dominate Death], a dragon shout specifically used to summon the undead!"
Because the dragon's roar was hidden within words, Elena did not hear its corresponding dragon language, but could only determine its name and effect from the energy fluctuations.
"So you're going to pull in reinforcements if you can't beat them yourself?" Xiang Modi stared at the rising dragon corpses and smiled. "Luckily, I had that plan in mind too."
He's a professional at gang fights.
He stretched out a dragon claw and made a tearing motion in the air, as if he were tearing something invisible.
The dragon claw tugged slowly, and the sound of fingernails scraping a blackboard filled the air, piercing and sharp.
The area it tore open gradually developed a bloody gap, as if the world's skin had been ripped off to reveal the deeply hidden flesh beneath.
From within the breach, the sound of waves rose, growing louder as it approached, accompanied by the sounds of war drums and horns.
"Oh? A demiplane." Audurian leaped high into the air, flapped his wings, and retreated a distance.
The pile of corpses that had been stacked beneath it suddenly disintegrated, and dozens of corpse dragons shook their heads, shuddered, spread their wings, and roared at the blood-red gap.
They were completely dry, resembling dehydrated mummies, their skin clinging tightly to their bones, the faded dragon scales hanging precariously on their surfaces.
The membranes on its wings were pitted and uneven, and it emitted a foul stench as it roared.
"They've only been dead for a short time, but the smell... is similar to that of a giant's body that's been soaking in the sewers for days. Could it be that the corpses summoned by [Dominate Death] are powered by swamp gas?"
Elena looked disgusted and took out a gold mask to put on.
The mask has built-in filtering and air-purifying functions, and she could not smell any odor after putting it on.
"The legacy of the ancient dragon flows in our blood. We are born noble, and the dragon's roar—this innate power—is the best proof. You humans who have usurped our bloodline, do you know that having only dragon blood but no dragon soul means you are not even a complete dragon?!"
Audurian spoke with disdain, and as he did so, the corpse dragons, amplified by their roars, became even more powerful.
"So, if nobility depends entirely on strength, then wouldn't your so-called nobility be a joke if I just killed you?"
Modi lowered his dangling arm; the door was already wide open.
He grabbed the Dragon Slayer Spear with one hand, raised it high, and the scarlet plague gas transformed into a blood-red banner, which hung on the spearhead. As he waved it, the blood-red banner fluttered in the wind.
"Today, if I can kill you, your definition of a dragon is nothing but bullshit. I can declare that anyone with dragon blood can be a dragon."
A blackish-red river burst forth from the breach, upon which stood a large number of ferocious-looking demon soldiers.
They were dressed in red military uniforms, with the faces of victims inlaid on the uniforms, and several pale skulls were tied to their belts with iron chains.
Whenever they patted their heads, the faces on the military uniforms would emit mournful cries, causing psychological damage to the enemy.
As soon as they entered the arena, the demon soldiers, under the command of their respective officers, scattered and hid within the blood mist, raising their guns, aiming, and firing.
As demons tainted by the deathly aura of the River Styx, they are now equivalent to Mordy's retinue. The blood mist is not an obstacle for them, but a special environment with added benefits.
Even with their vision completely obscured, they can still see the enemies in the fog thanks to their special senses and accurately shoot the alchemical bullets into the bodies of those dragons.
The alchemical bullet pierced through the faded dragon scales, penetrated the tough dragon hide, and finally got stuck in the even harder dragon bone, exploding into a ball of dragon flame.
Corpse dragons feel no pain. Even when hit in the head by bullets or burned by dragon flames, they do not fall. Instead, they frantically search for any enemy.
A vast expanse of deathly dragon breath swept across, and every now and then, some unlucky demons would die under its breath.
boom!
The dragon's roar was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the enormous force blasted several demon soldiers into mangled flesh.
The demon commander in charge of them remained expressionless, calmly stating, "Quietly mourn, focus on your work; that's the proper way to respect our fallen comrades."
Glancing at the enormous corpse dragon not far away, it pulled another skull from its belt to its mouth, precisely calling out the location based on the hastily constructed projection map, adding a final sentence:
"Requesting artillery support."
A somewhat indistinct electrical sound returned from the skull, "Received."
A few seconds after the sound was heard, several cannonballs flew out from the demiplane gate and crashed into the target, the Corpse Dragon.
The cannonball, enveloped in dragon flames, slammed into the corpse dragon's body and exploded, blasting it into several pieces.
Large clusters of dragon flames scattered, and smaller Styx spirits emerged from the fire, joining the carnage.
"I never expected you to have enslaved a group of demons; in that respect, you're quite like us."
Deep within the temple, Audurian dodged a lightning spear thrown by Mordi.
"We once enslaved countless evil races and built a great regime, but all of that has now vanished."
On the contrary, those weaker races have dared to stand on our glory and usurp everything from us; it is truly shameful and hateful.
"According to your theory, strength is everything. Since they defeated you, they are stronger than you. Do you even have the right to judge them?"
Blood mist condensed, and Modi appeared beside it, grasping the lightning spear that hadn't yet flown past its head, and turned to sweep it horizontally.
"Or are you saying all this just to avoid admitting your defeat?"