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Chapter 629: No Skills

Infantry have their battles, cavalry have their battles, and the Duke has his own battles.

A giant dragon with winding dragon horns, like one wearing a dark red crown, was confronting a foreign monk opposite him who had transformed into Mahakala. Hot air with a smell of sulfur was spewing from his mouth and nose, and hot orange-red lava was flowing between the gaps in his scales.

The Mahakala on the opposite side had a golden dragon emitting a strong smell of decay wrapped around his back. His hair and beard were standing on end, his body was growing in size, and the axe in his hand turned into a giant one hundred meters long. He roared and rushed towards him.

The battle between the two sides was like the battle between dragons and giants in ancient mythology.

The sharp axe hit the dragon's scales, leaving a bloody wound. However, it could be clearly seen that at the moment the axe hit the dragon's body, a wound also appeared on the body of Mahakala.

Exactly the same thing that fell on Lothar.

If you look closely, you can find that there is a golden thorn bush invisible to the naked eye dotted on Losa's scales, making it difficult for the foreign monk to inflict physical damage on Mahakala, the evil god of killing, and other evil spirits to take effect.

Lord Mahakala let out a furious roar.

The dragon beast transformed by the Hu people was limited in close combat. Not to mention that its skin was thick and hard to be injured by axes, even if it was really injured, part of it would be rebounded by the golden thorns.

If you cast a spell on him from a distance, he will be restrained by the dragon energy. The golden dragon's luck can offset half of it, but not all of it. If you want to convert him with the profound Buddhist teachings, this person's soul is as solid as a rock, and he can only exert only 30% of his profound Buddhist teachings.

Since he became a monk in the Snow Mountain, has he ever encountered such a difficult and tricky enemy?

"evil creature!"

For a moment, Mahakala was aroused by anger, and the black anger formed a materialized halo behind him, which made his already strong momentum rise even more. He bent his knees slightly and jumped up like lightning.

Instead of swinging his sword, he raised his iron fist and smashed at the dragon.

The giant dragon flapped its wings to dodge, opened its bloody mouth and bit hard. When it bit hard, the original body of Mahakala exploded into a cloud of smoke, and was replaced by a Mahakala appearing from behind the giant dragon.

He punched the dragon's back, but his hands were sore from the shock and it was ineffective. So he simply grabbed the dragon's tail, turned around on the spot to gather strength, and threw it into the sky with all his might.

boom--

The giant dragon that was thrown into the sky launched a counterattack. A red dragon flame spurted out from the sky like Moses's staff, plowing a deep ravine in the sea of ​​suffering, and countless evil spirits were annihilated.

The rising thick fog obscured the entire world.

But the next moment, a black god standing on the back of a giant elephant rushed out from the thick fog and threw the axe in his hand fiercely at the giant dragon in the air. The axe was like lightning, and the tail end was connected to an iron chain, which was tightly held in the hand of the black god.

It is conceivable that as long as this axe hits Lothar's body, it will pull him from the sky into the sea of ​​suffering.

But the axe only produced a series of sparks, which were then bounced away and could not hurt the dragon at all.

The talent from Prajna, the hard stone once again showed its miraculous effect.

boom--

Another beam of dragon flame, like a sharp blade piercing through heaven and earth, shot out at Mahakala while he was attacking.

The Mahakala transformed by the foreign monk was caught off guard and could not dodge. He unexpectedly grew another arm under his ribs, and the golden dragon behind him spontaneously transformed into a white shield, which he held in his hands.

Accompanied by a roar.

When the dragon flame touched the shield, the giant elephant mount under Mahakala was instantly vaporized into ashes. The terrifying high temperature formed a hemisphere in the sea of ​​suffering.

Burning mountains and boiling seas is no more than this.

After transforming into a giant dragon, Lothar's current combat power is far greater than that of the Karelian Fire Dragon when he was alive.

for a long time.

The dragon flame gradually died down, revealing a black figure standing tall like a mountain.

The Mahakala transformed by the foreign monk only had a dim figure and looked unharmed.

"Is this guy okay?"

A hint of doubt flashed across the dragon's two golden eyes.

He was breathing heavily. The energy consumption of maintaining the dragon transformation was much higher than when he was half-dragon. It was only by greatly increasing his mental strength that he could barely maintain it.

Mahakala put his hands together and suddenly stretched out his hand. Immediately, a window leading to the outside world appeared in the sea of ​​suffering. Outside the window, there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with only a few dozen people still standing.

A group of Qiexue soldiers raised their bows and arrows and surrounded them.

Through the window, Lothar saw Llane and Moder, the two servants who had followed him from Eagle Castle, guarding a flag with a double-headed eagle. Baron Charles, who was wearing torn scale armor and looked exhausted, was standing at the front of the team.

whoosh-

Arrows pierced the air.

The double-headed eagle flag was hit by the flaming arrow and slowly began to burn.

After three rounds of arrow rain, Baron Charles was the only one left standing. The arrows shot by the elite soldiers of the Qiexue Army were able to penetrate shields and armor, and their power was no less than that of the woodland archers.

But unfortunately, the woodland shooters had been wiped out in the previous raid.

"Donor, your people are about to die. What's the point of continuing to fight with me?"

When Losa saw this scene, his eyes were cold and there was not even the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

This is the territory of the foreign monk. As long as your mind is shaken in the slightest, it will be used by him to create various situations that are favorable to him. Just like those ghosts before, they are neither real ghosts nor illusions, but are tailor-made according to his inner heart.

The ferocious-looking Mahakala clasped his hands together, his expression showing an extremely compassionate and sacred look: "Monks do not tell lies. Do you think this is an illusion created by me? I can swear to the Buddha that this is absolutely not the case."

Seeing Losar's indifferent expression, he was silent for a moment and sighed softly: "Except for fellow monks, this is the first time I have seen someone as hard-hearted as you. Since you have seen through the world, why don't you convert to Buddhism and seek liberation?"

"Are you afraid?"

The dragon suddenly revealed a human-like mocking expression and spoke in human language.

If the old monk wasn't afraid, he wouldn't have resorted to this psychological strategy.

This made Lothar feel a lot more at ease. If the old man was still unharmed after such a fierce battle just now, he should be prepared to be defeated.

Mahakala looked compassionate and said, "Donor, you are wrong. The battles between me and you have never been a fight of pride. They are for the sake of saving all living beings and spreading the Dharma. How can you be afraid?"

"You are a very eloquent old fellow."

The giant dragon sneered and said, "Let me go. If you continue to fight, I want to see how many treasures you have left to use to pay for my life. I have no grudges against you foreign monks. After I leave, I will only take Yesen's life."

Mahakala thought for a moment and nodded: "I will let you out right now."

His magic power was a little weak, and it was difficult for him to continue to maintain the fighting state of Mahakala. However, he had no idea about the true strength of the demon dragon opposite him, and his aura did not show any sign of weakness from beginning to end. Even though dragon energy was precious and related to the rise and fall of Buddhism, he really did not want to fight with this person anymore.

If I wait until that old fellow Bayantu pulls himself out and want to get a share of the pie - no, that's not right. With that old fellow's temper, once I become weak, he will definitely beat me to death.

By then, both the dragon energy and yourself will be lost.

No one knows how many years the old fellow Bayantu has lived, but he has such powerful magic that even he would be frightened.

The foreign monk waved his hand, and a golden dragon soared into the sky. The edge of the originally dark world gradually returned to the outside world like the window.

But that's it.

It seemed to be premeditated.

From that outer world, two azure blue swords stabbed one after the other and hit Mahakala in the back.

The girl with blue-grey wolf ears slowly pulled out the sword that had pierced his back and whispered, "Sorry, sir, we are a little slow in resolving the battle."

The foreign monk's eyes were full of disbelief. Boyantu was dead?

How can it be?

The violent sword energy had already rushed in through his wound. He had already consumed a lot of his magic power and was unable to block it for a moment. It was torn into pieces. In a blink of an eye, he couldn't even maintain the magic power to maintain the descent of Mahakala.

(End of this chapter)