Chapter 332 Bewitching

"Who are you?"

Grand Duke Leo shuddered suddenly and asked in his heart.

He thought it was his own voice, but he found something wrong and felt chilled-the voice was obviously not controlled by himself.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"What matters is the red dragon. He killed your son who had high hopes, destroyed your invincible legion, and is about to destroy your family and country that you regard as everything."

"You should have been a natural ruler of the North, making your name parallel to that of the Lionheart King Roselle, and passing on the bloodline of the Bosk family to generations."

"But now, the red dragon has destroyed everything."

"Don't you want revenge?"

The deep voice asked again, as if to lead him into the abyss.

Leo's heart was suddenly filled with fear. He knew that there were too many beings in this world that could invade the mind, such as the Heart Flayer, the Demon, the Devil, and even some unknown alien creatures.

But no matter who it is, it is extremely dangerous for mortals like him.

He suddenly remembered a legend that had been circulating since who knows when: It is said that in the mountains of Anstika, there is a demon in charge of revenge, which can give the avengers powerful power and help them cut their enemies into pieces.

That voice sounded again.

"I will give you power, I will help you kill the evil dragon, you will become the savior of Anzeta, and the true and only king of the North!"

"But."

"Roar--"

The dragon roared again in the air, interrupting his thoughts.

Grand Duke Leo looked up and saw the huge red dragon flying high in the sky, spewing out a raging sea of ​​fire that twisted the air, dyeing half of the sky red, as if it was going to burn the whole world.

The ancient silver dragon cast a colorful magic shield, struggling to resist the invasion of the flames.

Yes.

Kill him.

This kind of monster should not appear in the world at all.

Whether it was the devil's temptation or the power of the devil, as long as he could get rid of the evil dragon that threatened the Principality of Bosk and maintain the family's thousand-year rule, it would be worth it even if he had to sacrifice everything.

Leo Bosk lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes suppressed the long-accumulated hatred, and he seemed to have made up his mind.

"I agree."

"Very good."

The voice laughed contemptuously.

"Uh--"

Leo only felt an extremely chaotic force pouring into his heart, like a big hand stirring back and forth in his internal organs.

But compared with the pleasure of power, that little pain seemed insignificant.

He had never felt so powerful and so full of power in his body.

"But. I still need some preparation."

Leo took out a crystal, put it to his mouth and whispered: "The great dragon-slaying ceremony is about to begin, everyone in the bloody blade, you can get ready."

The Duke showed an excited smile on his face, and a faint green light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"You and your old order will be torn apart by me!"

Casius violently smashed through the magic barriers, stretched out his strong claws, and pounced on the ancient silver dragon in midair.

However, when he was about to touch the silver scales, the opponent's body became ethereal, but the so-called "illusion" was still casting spells.

Casius was shocked and turned his head away.

"Simulation?"

"Arrogant boy! When I fought with the ancient red dragon, you were not born yet!"

A roar came from behind him, and transparent scales emerged.

The surrounding air vibrated. It turned out that the huge body of the silver dragon suddenly appeared behind him, and its forefoot was accompanied by Bigby's crushing palm, stone fist and other magical effects, and slapped the red dragon's body fiercely.

But just before this moment, Casius's forelimbs were as fast as an afterimage.

"Shua——"

The sharp claws with the power field of breaking the silver dragon swung rapidly at the claws of the silver dragon, leaving five several-meter-long scratches on the wing membrane that was originally flawless and as bright as a silver plate.

"Boom!"

The powerful thrust of the nine-ring spell caused Cassius to fly backwards.

The broken red scales fell from the sky one after another.

With another loud bang, Cassius's huge body slammed into the mountain, raising a huge dust, sinking deeply into the rocks, and the entire hillside collapsed.

But soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the huge figure of the red dragon appeared again.

"Troublesome old guy."

Cassius shook his body carelessly, and as the golden flames burned, the wounds on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his light golden pupils stared at the silver dragon in the air.

"A dragon over a thousand years old, still playing these tricks?"

"Come, confront me head-on!"

Cassius roared at the sky and shouted provocatively.

Even though it had lost half of its magic equipment, this ancient silver dragon still had many terrifying means and astonishingly rich combat experience.

Thousands of years of experience were not enough to scare people. The endless spells made Cassius feel overwhelmed. If he was not careful, he would fall into the opponent's trap, followed by a series of spell bombardments.

"Barbaric and vulgar people!"

"I will let you understand what true order is!"

Osedro waved his wings in the air, but his left wing had become broken, and his body was flickering and covered with wounds, looking a little embarrassed.

Although he said it lightly, the ancient silver dragon looked ugly at the moment, and his mercury-like eyes were full of horror.

Osedro was more convinced that this red dragon had the potential to become an ancestral dragon, and could even go further.

The magic nature of this red dragon was surprisingly high, and ordinary spells could not work on it at all, and could not even leave marks on those hard scales. Only spells above the seventh ring could barely work.

His vitality was also unimaginably strong. Even if he was directly subjected to a nine-ring spell, he would recover at an extremely fast speed. The ferocious dragon body seemed to contain a magic reactor, and the surging energy would never be exhausted.

In the eyes of the ancient silver dragon, the only thing that this red dragon lacked was the ability to cast spells.

But even so, with his extraordinary charm, high blood essence and dragon magic inherited from ancient times, the opponent still has the ability to cast spells comparable to legendary warlocks.

The "magic atrophy" similar to the Great Disintegration caused him to suffer a great loss.

The clouds had gradually dissipated in the protracted battle. Under the attention of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield, two giant dragons, one red and one silver, once again faced each other from afar.

The battlefield had changed its appearance, and there was no trace of the original flat wasteland.

The people watching the battle were stunned.

On the ground full of holes, there were falling meteorites, charred and solidified lava, slowly flowing magma, and gradually melting icebergs. All kinds of strange scenes were mixed together.