Chapter 205 Complete Immunity

Hearing Morea's words, the extremely old green dragon's face instantly turned gloomy.

She really wanted to retreat, and all the vampires who asked them to help had problems. He was caught by a soul-level demon hunter who was not in the intelligence at all.

Then, there was the sudden golden dragon in front of him. According to the results of the battle just now, it can be basically determined that he is the descendant of the Dragon King described in the inheritance memory. A high-level giant dragon whose bloodline level is still higher than that of the ancestral dragon.

As soon as he appeared on the scene, he crippled the famous Red Dragon Scarlet Wing Outlets, and used the melee combat that Red Dragon is best at.

Then he cut all the four soul-intelligence level werewolves who wanted to rescue it into two pieces. It seemed that they were basically unable to survive.

His style is so cruel and sturdy that he doesn't look like a golden dragon. The strength of the fighting force made the very old green dragon feel a little fear.

Now, apart from their green dragons, there is no one who can fight.

The middle and low-level werewolves below are just cannon fodder.

Because of the death and injury of the dark race besieging Varianti, the five red-clothed archbishops who merged with the city-guarding circle all jumped out at this time, with a vote of gold-level paladins and Priest, start slaughtering those werewolves.

Several of the red-clothed archbishops also ran to the location where Morea cut off four soul-level werewolves. It seemed that they wanted to do something to these high-rank werewolves.

"We're leaving, can you stop us?" The very old green dragon asked with a hint of inexplicable pride after scanning the somewhat uneasy green dragon beside him. She couldn't beat it, but she was confident that she could run away.

"Why can't you stop it?" Morea asked, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Crash!" The sound of a metal chain rubbing rang out, and in the frightened eyes of many green dragons, a star was shining brightly, as if a chain of stars was condensed out of the majestic golden dragon in front of him.

Then, one-two, two-four, four-eight... In the blink of an eye, it split into hundreds of chains, and then intertwined to form a large metal mesh, covering the sky above their heads.

The moment he saw the chains appear, the green dragon felt bad and wanted to cast spells and run away, but all spells like any door were ineffective and could not be formed.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing that the sky above his head was shrouded in a star-studded net, feeling that the surrounding space was blocked, and even flapping his wings, he felt a little stagnant in the air, and the very old green dragon knew something was wrong. Wonderful.

"It's just that I want to keep you all here." Morea grinned, revealing her snow-white dragon teeth.

"Arrogant, you are only the second-order Soul Intent, and you actually want to fight against so many dragons from us." An elderly green dragon with the third-order Soul Intent shouted, relying on the dragons on his side to vent his feelings towards Murray Ya's heart of fear.

"Brush!" Morea ignored it, the dragon wings opened and flapped gently, and the huge dragon body instantly rushed to the old green dragon who spoke. Burning dragon flames, the dragon claws surrounding the thunder stick out.

"Crackling!" Layer after layer of aura shields emerged. The old dragon also arranged many layers of defensive spells on himself, but it was useless. These defensive spells are as weak as paper, shattering at the touch.

Under the terrified gaze of the old green dragon, Morea's dragon claws grabbed its neck, "Crack!" The sound of bone cracks came, and the thick dragon claws sank deeply into the dragon's neck. Among the muscles, its neck is very twisted and deformed, and it looks quite pitiful.

"Let go of her!" Seeing Moreya's assault, he grabbed a soul-intelligence-level green dragon, and the other soul-intent green dragons turned pale in shock, and cast spells and smashed them towards Morea.

Lightning storm!

A finger of death!

Advanced Spellcasting!

Black flames!

Bigby's King Kong Palm!

... One after another spells were displayed by the green dragons, forming a mighty torrent of spells, which rushed to the huge and dazzling dragon body of Morea, and there was no need to worry about the hit.

Because Morea was not ready to dodge at all. Under the dull gazes of many green dragons, this dragon claw was holding a golden dragon struggling with an old green dragon. all their magic attacks.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, colorful, dazzling and terrifying elemental spells fell on Moreya, and violent explosions sounded one after another, when the elemental cloud generated by the explosion of the elemental spell slowly dissipated.

An unharmed golden dragon held its majestic dragon head high, squinting at all the green dragons, its mouth split open, as if sneering:

"You guys, are you tickling me?"

After speaking, the majestic golden dragon bowed his head again and looked at the green dragon that he was holding in his hand. The old dragon is very pitiful now, his wings have become tattered, and the scales on his body are blown away. , even the tail was blown away.

The whole dragon was dying, as if it would hang up at any time, but Morea could feel the vigorous vitality in the green dragon in his hand, which was like an oven.

Its miserable appearance caused by the spell that attacked Morea was just an appearance, give her time, and it won't be long before she can recover.

"All immune?" A small green dragon with a body length of only more than thirty meters stared blankly at the sky carrying a golden dragon with a powerful elder in its eyes. It felt a numbness in the lower body, as if something was about to come out. .

"Impossible!" The very old green dragon became a little crazy when he saw the unscathed Morea, "Even if you are the descendant of the first-generation dragon king, but you are only second-order soul, why are you completely immune to our spells? You What kind of dragon is that?"

Morea didn't answer. After glancing at the miserable-looking old green dragon in his hand, he waved his claws and threw it upwards, "Crash!" Four star-lit chains extended, tying the old green dragon firmly.

The green dragon, who actually had more than half of his strength remaining, tried to struggle for a while, and then found that he couldn't break free of the chains on his body, and then stayed still.

Anyway, she had been beaten so badly, so she paddled in peace, and the old dragon was embarrassed to talk about her. The most important thing is that this descendant of the first generation of the Dragon King is also a dragon who obeys the unspoken rules of the dragon clan. When there is no threat to her life, she really has no intention of fighting against this golden dragon.

"Crash!" The sound of the chain movement sounded, covering the sky and cutting off the Nebula Chains from which the green dragons escaped. More than 20 chains were scattered, and the target was directed at the more than 20 green dragons that were still at the gold level. ...