Chapter 2466 Giant Sunshine Gun

Chapter 2467 Giant Sunlight Gun

Two red butterfly wings broke through the light cocoon in the black sandstorm first, and then the "chosen one of space" with red and gold gradient hair officially appeared in front of Xia De.

But this time, the appearance was not a mixture of four people, but more like the state of Grace and Helen combined.

They didn't have time to talk to Xia De, and disappeared in front of Xia De with a tiptoe, and then waved their hands on the side of the giant egg, and the dragon head was directly peeled off from the eggshell under the effect of space slash.

The dragon head automatically became a spirit and was absorbed by the sacrificial field before it landed. The butterfly wing girl frowned slightly and heard the nun's reminder:

"It is immortal here. Is there a way to throw it into the space crack, or at least move it out of the range of the sacrificial field?"

[Dragon Feast Sacrificial Field] itself cannot be destroyed. If the field effect cannot be removed, the egg can only be moved outside the field.

Then the butterfly-winged girl stretched out her right hand, and the same six-ring life ring as Dorothy and Lesia appeared behind her, and then melted into a suspended dark golden cube in the dark golden light.

The dark golden cube was held in her hand, and with a click, the space next to the giant egg shattered, and the huge suction force immediately began to attract the giant egg to move slowly.

Boom!

A black thunderstorm fell from the sky and instantly submerged the butterfly-winged girl in the air. The shattered space was also completely restored at this time. The butterfly-winged girl who walked out from Sister Defulin shook her head:

"This sacrificial site is blessed by the power of the ancient god of light. Now I can't forcibly destroy the space here."

The brass dragon head had grown out again at this time, so she stretched out her hand and made another stroke, and the space where the dragon head was completely solidified, it was like a specimen framed in a picture frame, motionless.

At the same time, the two rays of light chasing each other in the sacrificial field finally stopped. Mr. Albert panted and pulled the rough long sword out of the slug corpse. The ring warlock of the Peace Church who was fighting with John Flynn's team took off the metal box on his back and threw it to Mr. Albert.

No one shot down the flying box at this time. It opened automatically after landing next to the coroner. As Mr. Albert narrowed his eyes slightly, the sage-level relic [Apron of the Unknown Swordsmith] burned automatically.

Ashes flew in front of him, and the body of the dwarf swordsmith wearing an apron and holding a hammer was formed by the ashes:

"Ceremony of the Chosen One? (Ancient Dwarven Language) It turned out to be a high-level blood-sucking species? I thought it would be a dragonborn." (Common language in the early Second Age)

The right hand raised the hammer head high, and the silver-white thunder struck down and was then absorbed by the hammer head. The sturdy dwarf, who was taller than Shade, laughed and swung his hammer, his eyes flashing with lightning, and rushed towards Mr. Albert who picked up the long sword again.

Crack~

The eggshell continued to peel off, and this time not only the left foot, but even the body of the newborn dragon with egg white mucus attached to it, had been exposed by one-third.

At this time, the appearance of this dragon has been basically seen. It is a monster made up of various dragon organs, skin and scales, or it has absorbed too much power from other dragons through the sacrificial field, causing it to have the characteristics of various dragons, but it cannot perfectly integrate them together.

It is struggling hard, and the head solidified by space can even still make a cry that makes the entire sacrificial field tremble.

But the summoning ceremony has not succeeded after all, and it is only a newborn dragon. Under the power of the three chosen ones, death, earth and space, it has no possibility of escape at all.

"Mr. Albert, hurry up! If we can complete the Chosen Ceremony before the God-Calling Ceremony succeeds, we might be able to..."

The Thunder Hammer intertwined with [Blood Sorrow] and the rough long sword, and Mr. Albert was caught in a fierce battle.

The four people who tried their best to control the dragon that was about to complete the birth process all felt that something was wrong with the dragon.

It struggled harder and harder, and the surrounding sacrifices were absorbed faster and faster. As a result, the eggshell peeled off at a rapid speed, and its size expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"If this thing does not serve as the body of the God in the future, the only outcome will be self-destruction."

Shad made a judgment in his heart. The seven runes of the chain of sin wrapped around [Night Watcher] were now shining far more than any previous battle, but even so, he could only barely control one arm of the dragon.

If Sister Davelin had not been constantly using death to erode the other arm of the decaying dragon while constantly helping Shad, Shad might have been unable to control it at this moment:

"Hurry up!"

Crack!

There was another clear cracking sound, but this time it was not the eggshell that broke, but a huge crack appeared in the space barrier outside the sacrificial site.

Under the internal and external effects of Iluna and the church that had prepared in advance, the divine shield of the ancient [Dragon Feast Sacrificial Site] only lasted for half an hour before it completely collapsed. Then the spiritual light in the night sky outside the sacrificial site suddenly became more dense, and the high-level warlocks of the church were also about to enter this floating sacrificial site.

Iluna, who had finally completed the task, had no time to look at the city below that had turned into a sea of ​​fire. The dark golden scale was suspended above her head, and the sun gun was thrown forward to clear the way.

When she arrived at the core area of ​​the sacrificial field, she saw dark lightning strike densely in various places in the space. In the black lightning, the strange dragon with its head raised and only a few eggshell fragments still stuck on the dragon scales covered with egg white mucus was taller than No. 6 Saint Teresa Square in Shade.

The earth imprisoned its movements, death eroded its life, space divided its flesh and blood, and Shade's sin chain was wrapped around its neck, trying its best to prevent it from spitting out dragon breath.

The dragon's wings had just been cut off again by the butterfly-winged girl, and it was in the process of rebirth. While Iluna saw the current situation clearly, strange hymns had gradually sounded from various places in the sacrificial field, and the dim light column was covering the miserable dragon.

On the other side, Mr. Albert, whose greasy hair was blown up by several lightning strikes, spit out blood and stood in front of the ancient swordsmith who was kneeling on one knee, and then handed him the rough long sword.

The dwarf swordsmith was taller than Ptolemy Albert even when he was kneeling. After taking the rough long sword, he took away [Blood Sorrow].

The dark golden light column surrounding Mr. Albert was becoming more and more shining, and the life ring behind him had completely turned dark gold. The huge ancient holy emblem slowly took shape under his feet, and therefore, even if Shade did nothing, the seven-colored dragon scale in his pocket flew to the seriously injured coroner.

"Iluna!"

Shade's shouting brought Iluna back to her senses, who was shocked by the rapid development of the situation. She pointed to the balance above her head:

"Balance!"

The night was still thick at this moment, so the balance radiated light around like the rising sun. Where the light covered, the power of the struggling dragon suddenly weakened, and Shade felt that the recovery speed of his spirit and physical strength suddenly accelerated.

Dingdang~

After shaking the holy bell, Iluna casually stabbed [Pale Justice] into the ground under her feet. She faced the dragon with her body slightly tilted and empty-handed. After a moment, she raised her right hand and held it in the wind. Amid the thunder, golden lightning wrapped around her right hand, and then extended forward and backward, turning into a "sunlight spear" that was more dazzling than the dark golden scale.

Even though it was not the best time to release the sunlight spear because Shade and Miss Danister used the relic to change the day and night, the spear made of the purest and most explosive sunlight still made Shade feel threatened.

The strong wind blew the messy brown hair behind Iluna Beyath, and even her hair tips had jumped out of golden arcs.

She jumped up into the air, holding the golden thunder in both hands, outputting the greatest spirit and the greatest desire, and threw her strongest attack:

"Sunlight spear!"

A click~ sounded as if a thunder explosion was ringing in her ears. At that moment, the black thunder summoned by the dragon born in the dragon egg was even suppressed and calmed. The blazing light and heat made people think that the sun reappeared in the deep night at 11:50 in the morning.

The "Sunshine Gun" suddenly grew larger the moment it left his hand. The giant Sunshine Gun with the "dragon restraint" property passed through the dragon's scales and pierced the dragon's chest without any hindrance, nailing it firmly to the ground of the sacrificial field.

Roar~

The long spear jumping with thunder did not explode, but the pain of the golden thunder spreading all over the body made the dragon's wailing more and more shrill. The Sunshine Gun, which contained the power of the "balanced" chosen, completely sealed its ability to move with one blow, which also made Shade, the nun, the butterfly-winged girl and the earth guardian suddenly feel a lot more relaxed.

In the distance, the first group of ring magicians who broke through the outer defense of the sacrificial field were flying here. In the near distance, John Flynn's team and the church's ring magicians had completely defeated the final counterattack of the cult priests guarding the sacrificial field.

The nameless ancient blacksmith handed the [Blood Sorrow] with a star-blue light after merging with the rough long sword to Mr. Albert again. In the dark golden light, the seventh chosen one had straightened up and was ready.

Ptolemy Albert, wearing a robe, looked up at the night sky, at the bloody moon, and then raised his left hand. As his left hand turned into light, seven-color dragon scales of white, green, black, gold, silver, copper, and brass entered his body one by one.

He slowly rose into the air in the golden light column that enveloped his whole body, closed his eyes and took a deep breath in the light column, and then a huge, luminous, blurry dragon figure flashed behind him.

The hymn symbolizing the ceremony of the chosen one had become extremely clear. Ptolemy Albert looked down at the long sword in his hand and was about to say something, but suddenly looked at the dragon that was bound by everyone.