Should I say, 'As expected of the Dragon of Death?'
Even though the dragon's head was gone, it was still coming back to life.
This was not a twitch of nerves after death, but this guy was really not done with sh * t!
"I'm immortal! Don't even think about destroying me! I'll resurrect right away for you to see — "In Nesario's chest, his soul was still roaring.
While the other guardians were still in a daze, Duque's scolding woke them up. "What are you waiting for? Come and dismantle his Elemental Armor! This thing is too thick, the power of the Dragon's Soul can't really penetrate his soul! "
It turned out that history was like that. The Death Ray shot out by the Dragon's Soul actually did not hit the sh * t. Everyone had no choice but to chase him all the way to the Great Whirlpool in the middle of the Endless Ocean. Only then did they work together to destroy him.
When it came to the sea, Duque's scalp went numb.
The ancient god N 'Zoth, known as the Crazy Tentacle Demon, was like the Sword of Damocles, always hanging over the heads of every powerhouse.
Who knew if they could really kill Nesario like in history if they ran to the Great Whirlpool.
If they could kill him here, they would definitely not have to go into overtime!
Moreover, the Dragon's Soul split into two was definitely not as good as the Soul Imprint. Perhaps it was because they had forcefully charged the Dragon's Soul that the Dragon Aspect had completely lost the power that the Titans had bestowed upon them.
Now that Nesario had lost his head, he was like a piece of meat on a chopping board.
He could not be cut, cooked, or chewed!
He was shameless and refused to type GG amidst laughter and laughter, declaring that he was done for!
Duque was not going to be polite with him.
"Armor Break! Armor Break! Armor Break — I've broken five. Brothers, do it! "Duque shouted excitedly.
So what if he resisted?
If shouting at Yamate worked, there would be no need for police in this world.
Hehe! Lie down obediently and let me break your armor …
Eh! Wait! I seem to have taken the wrong script!
Forget it, whatever. I'll torture this guy to death first.
The giant elemental hand savagely tore apart the Elemental Armor embedded in Deathwing's body. This thing was a good thing. As long as it was thick enough, it could block almost any cannonball or elemental attack.
Fortunately, Dark Wing was still a dragon, and the Twilight believers could not find more Elemental Armor to cover his entire body. They could only put it on the most important parts of his body.
Now that the Giant Elemental God was fiercely tearing at it, it was even more painful than grinding Deathwing's soul. Back then, he had used an Origin Substance nail that was even longer than a battering ram to forcefully drive it into his body. Now that Duque had pulled it out, it was even more painful than cutting his own flesh.
Duque wasn't the only one who made a move. The other Guardians also swarmed forward.
Those with strength, such as the four guards and the bear monster brothers, came up to help skin and break the armor. Those who were weaker would attack the Origin Substance Armor and the veins between the flesh and the Origin Substance.
He didn't know how the Dark Wings did it, but the armor pieces were completely embedded into the dragon's flesh, becoming a part of the dragon's skin. Tearing off the armor, which was at least ten meters by ten meters, was like tearing off the skin and flesh together.
When it was pulled out, it was still connected to a large number of muscles that were constantly emitting poisonous gas and spraying corrosive liquid. Torim, Wolf God Goldring, Tortola, and the others helped cut off the muscles and flesh.
In this situation, these guys from the Justice Camp were like piranhas swarming forward.
"Ahhh! It hurts! Bastard! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you! Ahhhh — "
"I'm going to annihilate your soul!"
"Put you in a small box, ahhh …"
It was already a piece of meat, but Nesario's soul was still cursing.
Soon, the first claw was removed, then the second … Finally, even the dragon's tail was chopped off, leaving behind a ridiculous body and a new head that had just grown back. Even the scales were soft.
Ushok slapped Brother Deathwing a few times and easily performed a few failed plastic surgeries on Deathwing.
Nesario, who claimed to be the Wing of Death, looked very ridiculous.
At this moment, a brilliant light shone through the ceiling of the middle layer. Alexstrasza, who was holding a small platinum disc in her claws, brought the four Dragon Kings, flapped her wide wings, and slowly descended.
"It's over?" Ysera's voice was filled with infinite surprise.
"No, we were just waiting for you guys." Duque spread his hands, looking as if he deserved a slap.
Alexstrasza smiled bitterly. "It feels like we've all become foils!"
Nozdorm looked at Duque with a complicated gaze. This was quite rare for the Time King, whose emotions were as calm as an ancient well most of the time.
"Not at all. Without a fully charged [Soul of the Giant Dragon], this guy is immortal!" Duque spoke the truth. "Yo, Alexstrasza, you guys discuss who's going to give your brother the final blow!"
"No one can kill me, I …" Nesario was still roaring when Hodier slapped him and gave him a frosty suture of his mouth.
Perhaps it could only last for a while, but it was enough.
The three veteran Dragon Aspects looked at each other, and the final result was a slightly dejected release.
Alexstrasza raised her huge dragon head with beautiful horns, and her orange-yellow eyes revealed sorrow and reluctance. "We hated him, and we killed him with our own hands once. When he died the first time, we were relieved. If we had a choice, we didn't want to kill him a second time. "
"You do it! Duque! "Nozdorm suddenly said.
"Uh, me?" Duque was a little surprised, but also a little enlightened.
Ysera said, "Killing the Terminator, Nesario. Regardless of whether it was your strategy or your leading role in saving the world, you deserve this honor!"
Since the three veteran Dragon Kings said so, the junior Kalecgos naturally had no objections. As for the remaining Black Dragon Queen, Onyxia … Why the hell are you wagging your tail! Are you a dog?
Looking around, be it the Guardians or the God of the Wilderness, everyone looked at him approvingly.
Indeed, it was Duque who saved so many powerful beings and brought them together to form an invincible and powerful force.
If it were someone else, they might not have objected openly, but they would definitely be unhappy.
Duque — Everyone Returns!
Duque had a strong point — when it was time to show off, he would never be ashamed.
Controlling the Tri-Elemental Giant God, Duque strode over and solemnly took the Soul of the Dragon from the Red Dragon Queen's hands!
This was a complete version of the super dragon race's artifact. There were no additives or side effects. Everything would be fine as long as it was pointed at a certain dragon.
Duque took a deep breath and calmly said to himself, Congratulations, Nesario, you won the Oscar for Battle of the Ancients Azeroth — but it's all over!
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