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"You shall die!" Alexstrasza's condition was somewhat disheveled at the moment. Her powerful life force ensured her survival, but Hela, who possessed the power of death and magic, was incompatible with her. This also meant that her wounds required more and more power to heal.

While she could manage, the red dragons under her command couldn't do the same. Although dragons were an extremely powerful creature on this planet, even arguably one of the most powerful races right now, they struggled to resist the endless and difficult-to-kill undead soldiers.

After suffering losses, the red dragons of the Red Dragonflight didn't even dare to lower their altitude, fearing that they would be chained by dark lassos like their unlucky companions, and then fall from the sky to the earth under the combined force of the undead, before being covered by the undead tide.

This scene, as seen by the red dragons in the sky, was like a vast army of marching ants sweeping away all the creatures along the way, which was horrifying. So far, the Red Dragonflight had lost nearly a quarter of its numbers.

But even the sky was not absolutely safe.

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The undead army clearly had specialized anti-air units. They rode on decaying magic ships, waving their weapons towards the red dragon swarm flying in the sky. Some even rode winged undead nightmares, nimbly soaring in the sky, engaging in skirmishes and confrontations with them.

Often, twenty or thirty undead sky knights, cooperating with each other, could restrain or even hunt a red dragon. These undead sky knights, like the undead army that occupied the land, flew out of the light pillars of the wormhole, densely occupying the sky.

In this undead tide, the red dragons of the Red Dragonflight were like reefs in the ocean, sometimes visible, sometimes not. From time to time, a dragon, flowing with dragon blood, fell from the sky. Before long, under the erosion of the vast death aura, they were forcibly transformed into undead dragons, flapping their wings and flying into the sky, fighting alongside their former companions.

Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was filled with boundless anger, but Hela held her back firmly, and no matter how she tried to break through, it was to no avail. The other party's body, much smaller than hers, could always force her back at the most appropriate time when she was about to break through. Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza found it hard to imagine that one day she would be restricted so uncomfortably, and even the area of her activity was limited.

"Is that all you can say? It seems you have even less patience than I thought." Hela remained calm in the face of Alexstrasza's curses and abuse. As long as she didn't have to face her own relatives who shared the same blood, she was a qualified, cruel, rational, and wise general.

Compared to her father Odin and that silly brother Thor, Alexstrasza was not enough to make her emotions fluctuate uncontrollably. Moreover, she was the one who had the upper hand in the current situation.

Whether it was her fight with Alexstrasza, or the war between the soldiers of both sides, Hela had the upper hand. In this case, no matter how nasty Alexstrasza's curses were, Hela would only regard them as the roar of a loser, not worth paying attention to.

Responding to Hela was a dragon's breath that was overwhelming and even more intense.

However, Hela seemed to have anticipated this sudden and powerful blow, and easily dodged it. Then, when Alexstrasza wanted to take advantage of the situation to break through, she blocked the other party's path of escape at just the right moment.

"Are you trying to escape? That won't do! I've wasted so much time with you here. If I let you run away in the end, then I'm afraid I'll have to kill all those big red lizards." Hela, stepping on the head of an undead dragon, smiled at Alexstrasza, whose dragon jaws had stopped spewing dragon breath and were sparking.

"You really are a demon." Alexstrasza's dragon eyes narrowed. There were still no other reinforcements coming, including the Green Dragonflight, which should have arrived long ago. Obviously, all of this was reminding her that the battlefield might not be just here. The reinforcements she was expecting might have encountered troubles that were difficult to solve in a short time.

This made Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza feel frightened and even more wary of Hela and the others. She even associated the power the other party possessed with someone of the same name, Hela, who also possessed the power of death, in the depths of her memory.

But it was clear that the Hela in front of her was not her.

And she should be wandering in a certain area of the ocean with her undead.

What Alexstrasza was worried about now was whether the dangers faced by her other brothers and sisters would also be like her current situation, trapped in a bitter battle? Would their opponents also be extremely powerful, possessing mutually restraining and annoying energies?

"I'm not a demon, don't compare me to those dirty creatures." Hela replied to the Red Dragon Queen with dissatisfaction. She didn't want to delay any longer. As long as she defeated the Red Dragon Queen, then this war could be temporarily won, and her army could advance to farther places and occupy more territory.

Hela knew very well that she was not the only one who came this time. She was able to get this opportunity because of her current position and strength. If her adopted brother hadn't voluntarily withdrawn and given up his position, then perhaps it wouldn't be her who came this time.

She felt it was necessary to prove herself to those who suppressed her.

No one was more fanatical or better at conquering and subduing other worlds than her! She felt that she had fought with the Red Dragon Queen long enough. She had figured out all of the other party's powers and combat skills. If it were the old her, then this might be a long battle, but the resources of the Time Administration had brought her a crazy increase in strength.

"So beautiful, what a pity." Looking at the red dragon Alexstrasza, Hela's eyes showed a hint of regret: "Since you are unwilling to submit to me, then I can only kill you and convert you into an undead dragon for now. Although after the conversion, the undead dragon will hardly inherit your existing power."

One energy-shaped sword after another, interspersed with all kinds of weapons, spread out a sea of weapons in the sky. As Hela's voice fell, without giving Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza any time to respond, the dense and vast sea of weapons fell like rain, sealing off all of Alexstrasza's movement space.

Despite the regret, once she made a decision, Hela would no longer hesitate, but become decisive and ruthless.

Although it was necessary to ensure the species diversity here, no one could accuse her of killing and exterminating the resisters, right? Could the God-King Odin really come and seal her again?

Alexstrasza immediately felt greater pressure. Her agile and powerful dragon body and rapidly flapping dragon wings drew ghostly arcs in the sky and created powerful wind pressure, like dancing in a mountain of knives. Alexstrasza avoided a large number of weapons, but even if she did her best, after this wave of attacks passed, her body was still covered with all kinds of energy-shaped weapons, especially her dragon wings, which were used as weapons to block and use, were simply like tattered rags that had been cut to pieces. Hideous wounds slid down her body, and hot dragon blood flowed out. Red Dragon Alexstrasza looked bloodied and extremely embarrassed at the moment.

Under Hela's energy, the dragon's body and her own power were greatly weakened. The strong dragon scales could not play their due role of powerful protection in front of those energy-shaped weapons.

If her life force wasn't strong enough, that wave just now would have been enough to make her lose her combat power in a short time, instead of just looking miserable and not hurting any vital points.

But Alexstrasza also knew that the other party, who was serious and intent on killing, would be even more dangerous! Her chances of survival would be infinitely reduced. But it was absolutely impossible for her to surrender. Urging her power to heal the wounds on her body, Alexstrasza had already prepared for a desperate fight, with the Red Dragonflight being destroyed here.

"Not bad eyes, I've seen this kind of eyes on many losers." Hela saw Alexstrasza's determination, but didn't care. For her, she had seen too many similar eyes.

Determination is commendable, but the outcome will not change in any way. Because if there are no accidents, Alexstrasza and the others simply have no possibility of turning the tables.

She still likes mounts like Alexstrasza very much.

...

The wind and snow howled.

Malygos spewed out a deadly dragon breath, and with the blessing of the weather environment, the dragon breath directly landed on Skasa, who did not dodge or avoid it. The coldness that froze even the soul, and the powerful magical power, had no effect in front of Skasa's huge body.

For Skasa, Malygos' frost dragon breath and those arcane magic energies could not even break through the surface of his scales. He was almost immune to all of Malygos' attack methods.

The frost dragon breath sprayed on Skasa was like a basin of water being poured into a lake, completely absorbed. As for magic energy? Skasa's dragon scales had strong magic resistance thousands of years ago.

The reason why Malygos was able to watch over Skasa was not because Malygos was stronger than Skasa, but because this was Malygos' territory, and he and his blue dragons could operate in this extreme cold weather.

The two giant dragons flapped their wings and fought fiercely in the sky, and the dragon's body at this moment showed their danger and power to the fullest.

But compared to Skasa, Malygos was obviously not comparable to her in melee combat. However, apart from close combat, Malygos could not come up with other means to cause damage to Skasa.

A tragic and bloody fight was staged in the sky, and the sprayed dragon blood mixed with wind and snow fell from the sky and splashed on the ground, immediately condensing into crystals similar to energy crystals.

Malygos was obviously a little difficult to parry Skasa's attack, and from time to time, hideous and everted wounds would appear on his body. Those beautiful dragon scales could not block Skasa's teeth and claws.

Finally, in Malygos's mournful cry, his body began to fall from the sky, heavily hitting the hard ice. He wanted to stand up from the ground again, but the excessive injuries on his body were unable to support him in doing so.

The blue dragon Malygos fell to the ground, dying. Skasa, who was much larger and more dangerous than his body, stepped on his body and raised his head and let out a long dragon roar.

The wind and snow were shattered into fine snowflakes by the sound waves, and like a mist, they paved a snow road in the air as the sound waves extended. It was like a heavy rain, and someone used a hard object to shatter the raindrops all over the sky, drawing a trace of water mist.

As the dragon roar weakened, the snow road was quickly covered by the heavy snow all over the sky again.

At this moment, the Blue Dragonflight had been completely defeated. After the Blue Dragon King Malygos also fell, the remaining blue dragons either rushed up angrily and squandered their last bit of strength, or flapped their wings and flew into the vast snow, beginning their escape.

A thick ice peak rose from the ground, and the peak pierced through Malygos's body. Accompanied by the sound of fine ice, the ice peaks stood tall like bamboo shoots after a rain. In just a short moment, an ice peak hundreds of meters high appeared on this flat ice field. And Malygos, who was pierced through by the peak, was like amber, turning into an ice sculpture.

...

Stratholme.

Uther, whose weapons were all broken, forcibly supported his body with the broken hammer handle. His body was covered with forest white flames, and a thin layer of holy light covered his surface, providing him with the only remaining protection.

The battle time was not long, but for Uther, it felt like a century had passed. He could no longer squeeze out the last bit of holy light in his body. The forest white flames burned on the back of his unprotected hands, and the pain, which was more terrifying than all torture, directly burned on his soul, which could simply drive people crazy.

"Sign it." Mephisto took out the contract again and handed it to Uther, whose consciousness was already blurred in the pain. In a chaotic state, Uther, who was still barely maintaining a bit of will, only felt a whisper in the depths of his soul constantly saying something, weakening the little will he had left on his body at this moment.

The blazing holy light enveloped Uther's body, and the golden holy light collided with the forest white flames, making a slight sound like ice and snow melting. Archbishop Alonsus, who was also in poor condition, bathed Uther in his holy light without reservation.

Although they had guessed beforehand, after the real battle, a crushing defeat still left them all defeated.

Mephisto dissipated those flames, and his eyes were already full of expectation when he looked at Uther and the others.

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