Chapter 596: Heaven's Judgment

Charles I, Louis XVI and Nicholas II stood side by side in the void and waved at the Silver Dragon. Although the latter knew nothing about the three, she had already understood their common point:

They were not troubled by the headaches of Nero, Alexander the Great and Henry VIII.

The Silver Dragon's huge body was as powerless as fish on a chopping board in front of the power of the Canglan Grip. The broad sword blade easily cut through the Silver Dragon's skin, flesh and bones, and split its head and body in two, as if it was its innate mission.

The blood of the real dragon was all over the barbarian's body, and the power of frost and strong acid flowed on Sera's bruised body, but the person involved seemed to be unaware of it, just grinning at the people who had regained their ability to move.

That was definitely not the smile of a lady. The barbarian's own blood mixed with the dragon's blood, dyeing the snow-white teeth into a deep red.

Behind her, the trunk of the silver dragon fell into the dust and pierced through the second floor.

"Sera! I thought you were dead!" Driver sneezed and crawled out of the ruins, shouting to his old friend, "How did you escape from those monsters?!"

"I didn't escape, ugh," Sera spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at her companions with a smile. She reached out and stroked the big sword in her hand, enjoying the feeling of blood and flesh flowing in her hand. "It's a pity that I got a bunch of black-hearted employers who didn't let me die."

"No way, I'll just kill a dragon reluctantly!"

"You guy, you're still acting cute after getting the advantage!" Ivy laughed and scolded. The half-elf should have fallen just now. The one who landed most steadily when landing, "You can get at least half of the credit from us!"

"Of course, of course, this guy probably never thought until his death that the opponent he controlled couldn't move a finger, but the dead man jumped out again!" Sera laughed and reached out to grab the silver dragon's head, "I want to take this head back and use it as a wine jar!"

Unfortunately, the barbarian's idea did not come true. Just as she tried to grab the horns of the silver dragon's head, a cloud of black gas suddenly burst out from the dead dragon's cavity, wrapped the head and flew into the sky, escaping outside the building. Pieces of ash runes floated in the black fog, which seemed to be the source of power for this change.

"If you beat the small one, the big one will come," Gillianis snorted. The innate power of the silver dragon was a problem for her. The feeling of powerlessness just now made the moon elf quite dissatisfied. "The silver dragon should have hidden a part of the power of the lich in its body. Now, it is ready to go back."

Everyone quickly left the crumbling building and ran towards the street outside. Sylvia's bright red chain outlined a large tower-like structure standing here. When the flying silver dragon head stopped in mid-air, the body of the black dragon lich was finally outlined, facing the blood tower from a distance.

The black dragon head like a skeleton poked out from the darkness and let out a low roar, while the silver dragon's head seemed to be sutured and fixed on its slender neck.

This sense of suture only lasted for a moment. When the silver dragon's head was in the dark eye socket again, they were already one, as if the lich had two heads.

"Crude workmanship, but amazing results," Gillianis looked at this powerful enemy in doubt, "How did you do it by simply sewing the head to unleash the power of the silver dragon?"

"I'm afraid this is no longer as simple as blasphemy."

"It's just the preparation required for ascension to the gods, Bahamut won't mind," the two heads of the lich spoke at the same time with a strange melody, "but you, Gillianis Galanold, I have heard of you more than once in the past few hundred years."

"You would have been a good partner. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I don't mind passing this technology to you, but unfortunately, you are so nosy."

"Thank you for your love," the moon elf shrugged indifferently. Shrugging, "It's just a polite expression of surprise. Don't be too proud. This technology can be reproduced with just one look. How difficult can it be?"

"Give up. From my observations, you can't achieve what you want. You should stop losses in time."

"Stop losses..." The black dragon lich laughed softly, "What a pity. If you were born a few centuries earlier, I might really listen to you, but now..."

"Come on! Let me see what you have to fight me - on my land! Roar!"

A series of ash runes outlined hundreds of magic circles in the air, and a large number of spells poured down, bombarding the people on the ground. The lich itself chanted its specialized magic in the midst of it. Ordinary arcane and divine spells are completely ineffective in front of it, and physical attacks are like scratching an itch - a dragon usually has a huge inventory of magic props, and the number of financial reports of a dragon lich will only be above this!

Whether it was the Grasp of the Blue Waves, the Blazing Sword, or the special arrows of Driver and Roan, they were like toys and had no effect in front of the lich, but every dive, every sweep and claw attack was like a landslide. "It's over!" The black dragon lich roared, and a ball of dark energy thicker than Roan's waist condensed at the front of its black dragon's head, turning into a spell far more powerful than that cast by ordinary creatures.

"Law of Death!"

"Law!" Moon Elf and Ron also completed their respective spells. The energy flow in the entire space became violent due to the agitation of the three top arcane arts, ruthlessly tearing every creature apart. Victoria and Sylvia could only hold up the barrier as much as possible to protect their companions, and could not intervene in such a magic bombardment.

The three-color magic flames burned everything, and the ashes would inevitably return to nothingness. When the smoke stopped, no participant could save themselves.

The armor on Ron's arm was fully activated, covering most of his body. He estimated that he might have to stay in this state in the future-the flesh and blood inside had been evaporated, and Victoria probably couldn't heal this degree of damage now.

Gillianis's situation was worse. Her arm armor was just an arm armor. The only remaining lake blue eye was still beautiful, but she couldn't find another one to match. On the opposite side of them, the black dragon lich fell into the dust, and the thin layer of flesh around the horns and cheekbones disappeared, revealing the white bones.

It's just...

"This is my land, you can't defeat me," the lich hissed, its body was repairing every broken place quickly, "You are just some mortals, mortals can't kill me!"

"Mortals may not be able to, but what about us?"

The cracks in space seemed to be opened at random, and one after another, the majestic figures described in the Bibles of various sects walked out of them, overlooking the tiny black dragon lich.

"Skeedlianm Eruen, your foolishness and delusion have brought too much misfortune, and your cruel atrocities have come to an end. In the past, we couldn't find your trace, but now, heaven will not tolerate your continued existence."

Ernest the End of Law, the Lord of the Dead, appeared here in the appearance that Ron had seen before, reading the resolution of the gods: "Your evil will end here." (End of this chapter)