So far, only this spectral dragon in front of him had been able to break free from Roy's extreme ice by relying on his own strength.
But there was nothing he could do about it. This spectral dragon had already lost its living body, and the effect of the frost power on it had dropped to a very low level. It was already a dead creature, and it was impossible for it to freeze to death a second time. It retained most of the powerful dragon's power, so it was natural for it to break the shackles of Roy's ice from the inside.
Fortunately, from the beginning, Roy did not expect to completely freeze this spectral dragon. His true target was actually Arantir in the dragon's belly!
Sure enough, when the spectral dragon exploded the ice and appeared, Roy immediately saw Arantir's livid face in the dragon's belly.
Because necromancers practiced death magic, they looked like ghosts. Their faces were pale and haggard, and Arantir was naturally no exception. But after coming out of the ice this time, his complexion looked even worse!
The spectral dragon, known as the Death Incarnation, had powerful death magic power condensed on its enormous bones, but it was the best nourishment for the Magic Power Virus contained in Roy's ice. Although it had only been frozen for a few seconds, the Magic Power Virus still devoured a lot of death magic power from the spectral dragon during this process. Although Arantir was in the cavity of the dragon's belly, he was also contaminated by the Magic Power Virus in the frozen state!
Although the power of the Magic Power Virus was not enough to drain Arantir's magic power dry, he also noticed the loss of his magic power …
Not only that, but there was also the radiation damage effect of the Desolate Virus. The spectral dragon was not affected, but Arantir was severely affected. He was only a necromancer and a living person, not a true undead creature like a lich, so the moment Roy's black ice sealed his body, his body had already suffered intense radiation!
At this moment, the reason why his face was livid was that not only did he find that a portion of his magic power had disappeared out of thin air, but he also felt a strong sense of dizziness and nausea, and his skin was extremely itchy.
If he had been trapped for a longer period of time, his skin might have already started to fester …
Although Roy's ice did not have much effect on undead creatures, it was quite dangerous for living beings, especially for mages with relatively weak bodies. Julia and Fat Tiger had strong bodies and could resist some of the effects of the radiation. But even so, Roy had warned them not to try to get close to the black ice he created …
After breaking free, Arantir noticed the abnormality in his body. But with a great enemy in front of him, he did not dare to be distracted. He covered his abdomen and forcefully suppressed the feeling of vomiting. He immediately commanded the spectral dragon to fight back.
But Roy's powerful punch had shattered a portion of the spectral dragon's spine, causing the movements of the spectral dragon, which relied on the skeleton to move, to become a little deformed. Arantir had no choice but to use Undead Gather again to repair the spectral dragon's injuries.
However, he had to take care of the spectral dragon, so he naturally could not help but divert some attention to the other high-level undead. Julia keenly sensed this and took this opportunity to fly into the formation of the great necromancers at the back. She swung her sword and slashed wildly, and these robed skeletons holding magic staffs were immediately swept away.
Arantir, who was entangled by Roy, could not get the necromancers to stand up again even if he wanted to. Roy would not give him a chance. He spread his wings and flew up again to fight the spectral dragons, leaving Arantir to focus on assisting the spectral dragons in their battle.
On the other side, Cassandra, who had freed up her hands, commanded the skeleton soldiers to help Fat Tiger fight. Fat Tiger and a group of bone dragons landed on the ground and fought. Although Cassandra's skeleton soldiers were extremely fragile in front of the bone dragons, they fearlessly rushed forward like a suicide squad. Although most of these skeleton soldiers were trampled to death by the bone dragons, a small portion climbed up the leg bones of the bone dragons. The scene was like ants climbing up an elephant.
These skeleton soldiers could not cause any damage to the bone dragons, but they successfully attracted the attention of the other bone dragons and helped Fat Tiger divert some of the firepower, allowing him to bite and kill the bone dragons more ferociously … The battle situation became tense.
Arantir did not expect that he would still fight like this even though he had the advantage in numbers. But this was clearly not the right time to consider these problems. He had to kill the demon in front of him first.
After learning his lesson, when Arantir realized that Roy wanted to repeat his attack, he commanded the spectral dragon to move continuously, not giving Roy any chance at all. At the same time, he began to cast curses on Roy, wanting to limit his combat strength.
Curses usually acted directly on the enemy, and it was basically impossible to dodge. In a short time, Roy suffered a Slow, a Weakness, and a Blind from Arantir. Arantir's curses were quite fierce, but the Cold Winter Armor that Roy had been wearing weakened a large portion of his curses, causing Arantir to fail to achieve the desired effect.
Of course, these curses still had an effect on Roy. But although Slow limited Roy's flight speed, he simply gave up flying and completely replaced his movement ability with flash. The Weakness curse was also offset by Roy's Bloodlust. As for Blind … Even though Roy could not see for a while, he still knew the spectral dragon's actions with his Radiation Vision.
The three curses consumed a lot of Arantir's magic power, but the final effect was not very good. Arantir later discovered this, and he felt a headache coming on.
This demon of unknown origin was different from the demons he had encountered in the past. Not only were the demons he had encountered in the past irascible, but they would immediately charge forward with a slight provocation. Most of them used flame power, and their routines were clear at a glance. But this demon in front of him was full of caution and cunning. Not only was he good at frost power, which was the complete opposite, but the black frost was also very strange. Arantir could not analyze too much in a short time.
Arantir's lack of understanding of Roy made it impossible for him to use his previous experience against demons. He now regretted sending more troops to test the demons' attack methods.
However, now that they were fighting, it was useless to say anything else. Arantir could only bite the bullet and fight Roy … The spectral dragon roared at the sky.
The spectral dragon roared into the sky, and black death power quickly exploded from the surrounding yellow sand. Like a fountain, it appeared under Roy's feet one after another to attack him. But Roy's body turned into lightning and kept instantly changing his position, dodging these death fountains. At the same time, he waved his hand and condensed a large number of ice spears floating beside him. With a point of his finger, these sharp black ice spears immediately whistled toward the spectral dragon's abdomen.
The tattered bone wings on the spectral dragon's back spread out and blocked its abdomen in an attempt to protect Arantir. After most of the ice spears shot over, they could only make crisp sounds on the spectral dragon's wide bone wings. But a small number of ice spears flew in an arc under the control of Roy's Psychokinesis, avoiding the dragon bones and heading straight for Arantir through the gap.
"Damn it!" Arantir cursed inwardly. He smashed his staff and hurriedly cast Stone Skin and Magic Power Shield on himself. After these ice spears flew up through the gaps in his ribs, they could only disintegrate under his shield.
In the blink of an eye, Roy had already flashed to the spectral dragon's cheek and punched it fiercely, causing the spectral dragon's enormous head to tilt a few meters away!
Roy took advantage of the victory and punched the spectral dragon's cheek a few more times. The spectral dragon's bones were too hard, and Frostmourne could not cut through them. But this kind of blunt force was very useful against it. Every time Roy punched, he would add the magic power of Dark Cold, quickly covering the spectral dragon's skull with large amounts of frost.
Under the continuous low temperature attacks, the spectral dragon's bones began to become fragile and more and more prone to disintegration. Roy's fierce hand-to-hand combat made Arantir have no choice but to release Undead Gathering spells one after another to repair the spectral dragon's injuries.
The spectral dragon's body was too large, and it also had its disadvantages. Roy's size and speed were too difficult for it to catch. Although Roy did not doubt the immense power contained in the spectral dragon's claws and tail, it still needed to be able to hit him.
At this moment, an enormous black fireball suddenly flew over and smashed into the spectral dragon's abdomen from the other side. Although it was blocked by one of the spectral dragon's ribs, the explosion of the black fireball still shocked Arantir!
Turning his head to look through the gap, Arantir noticed that the black fireball was actually shot by the fallen angel from afar. Julia had burned all of Arantir's hundred-plus great necromancers into black bone fragments, and the death knights and undead ghouls could not reach Julia, who was flying in the air. This allowed Julia to finally find a gap to support Roy.
This time, Julia's support rang alarm bells in Arantir's heart. Looking at the other side, although the enormous three-headed hellhound was riddled with wounds, there were already several skeletons of bone dragons lying under its feet …
Arantir finally realized that while he was focusing on fighting the demon, his undead army was already at a disadvantage!
What should I do? If I use a large-scale Undead Resurrection now, I can reverse the situation. But in this way, can my remaining magic power still support the battle between the Death Incarnation and that demon?
However, while Arantir was hesitating, Roy did not give him much time to consider at all. Under the night sky of the dark desert, a strong flash suddenly erupted!
A thick black thunderbolt suddenly blasted down and struck the spectral dragon's body from the forehead!
The entire black body of the spectral dragon seemed to be illuminated at this moment. Although it was only for a few milliseconds, the scene of the flash seemed to freeze, leaving a deep impression …
Roy finally seized the opportunity to make a big move!
Unlike Arantir, he had the support of the Cold Winter Armor. Although his magic power consumption was large, he could quickly recover. At this moment in the battle, he already had the advantage in terms of remaining magic power.
The black lightning carried powerful destructive power, instantly dispersing most of the thick death power on the spectral dragon. Although Arantir was not directly attacked by the lightning in the dragon's abdomen, he was still shocked. He could clearly see the death power on the spectral dragon fading away, revealing a portion of its skeleton.
If the death power on the spectral dragon was completely dispersed, it would be very troublesome to recover. In a short period of time, it was equivalent to Arantir losing his strongest combat power.
This was not allowed to happen! Arantir instantly made a decision and shouted, "Let's go!"
The next moment, the spectral dragon suddenly flapped its wings under his command and floated up from the ground. Then it turned its head, flapped its wings, and quickly flew away.
Arantir escaped and did not even care about his undead army. After all, to him, he could gather the undead army again, but if the Death Incarnation was dispersed, he would be in big trouble.
Looking at the spectral dragon leaving in the night sky, Roy wanted to chase after it, but after thinking about it, he stopped for the time being.
Roy could not estimate how much magic power Arantir had left. He had retreated on his own initiative, not left in defeat, and Roy could not say if he could really kill Arantir if he chased after him.
What Roy was most afraid of was actually the spectral dragon. After this unusual spectral dragon was summoned, Roy had been thinking about whether Arantir, the so-called Chosen of Asha, was true, whether the power of Asha, the Dragon of Order, was really protecting Arantir, and whether killing him would attract Asha's anger.
It was impossible for Roy to act so rashly, so he planned to ask first. As for who to ask … Hehe, that vampire who escaped earlier, did he think that I wouldn't be able to find him if he was hiding under the sand?
With Arantir's departure, the remaining undead army seemed to have lost their backbone and became a little confused. Cassandra knew that this was caused by Arantir taking the initiative to cut off his connection with these undead, so she immediately took the opportunity to use her mental power to gain control of a portion of the high-level undead and imprint her necromancer mark on them.
In the end, she controlled a total of eleven bone dragons, more than thirty death knights, and more than ten undead ghouls. Finally, after leaving a portion to control hundreds of skeleton soldiers, she reached her limit.
Although Cassandra was not as strong as Arantir and could only control a portion of the high-level undead, with the help of these high-level undead, she quickly killed the remaining undead.
In this battle, Fat Tiger's injuries were the most severe. After he returned, he whimpered in front of Roy. Roy could only use his soul to make healing potions and feed them to him to help him recover. Meanwhile, Julia used her flames and the recovery effect to help Fat Tiger expel the poison from his wounds caused by the bone dragon's aging power.
The battlefield was littered with skeletons. It was a horrifying sight, but Roy couldn't care less. He got up and walked towards the place where the vampire was buried.
However, before he could catch the vampire, the vampire jumped out of the sand!
"Ah ~! A powerful demon! " As soon as Giovanni came out, he placed his hand on his chest and lowered his head to greet Roy. "I'm Vampire Count Giovanni. Greetings to you! I didn't expect you to be able to defeat Death Lord Arantir. I can only say that your strength is terrifying! "
Hearing this, Roy could not help but stop. He sized up the vampire who called himself Count in front of him and asked, "Oh? Aren't you Arantir's subordinate? "
"No, I'm not his subordinate! Our relationship is purely one of cooperation! " Giovanni unconsciously revealed the sharp canines in his mouth, and a slightly flattering smile appeared on his face. "But now, it seems that I should choose a new partner!"
Roy understood. This vampire in front of him was actually a traitor!
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