Chapter 204 Still Want to Go?

"Go away!" Morea glanced at the three soul-level werewolf, "For the sake of not abandoning this dragon, I will spare your life."

"..." The three-headed soul-level werewolf was silent and did not respond, nor did his body move, and he had no intention of retreating at all.

Below, the werewolf continued to hand his claws to the Demon Swinging Sword, but the Demon Swinging Sword had its own spirituality, the blade trembled slightly, and the thunder and flames bursting from it became more and more fiery, leaving the werewolf with only bone claws. , began to crack. It doesn't allow anyone other than Morea to hold its hilt, not a single bit.

"Looks like, I still have to teach you a lesson!" Morea sighed, her body shining brightly, and the huge dragon body quickly shrank and changed, turning into a black-haired, golden-eyed human boy with a height of only about one meter five.

"However, I won't bully you either!" Morea, who had transformed into a human form, stretched out his hand and grasped it. A handle was surrounded by wind and thunder, burning with golden dragon flames. The first exclusive weapon forged by Morea - the Prison Halberd.

"As long as you can take a blow from me."

"After receiving your attack, can you let us take the Red Dragon Outlets away?" A soul-intent werewolf looked at the halberd in Morea's hand full of fear, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, as long as you can survive." Morea smiled, and then, compared with the werewolf's four-meter-high body, the rather short figure at this time disappeared instantly.

Then, Morea's figure appeared on the head of a soul-intelligence werewolf who had been on guard for a long time. With a halberd in one hand, he slashed down without hindrance. Like a hob cutting butter, he took the soul-intent werewolf with the gauntlet of the wolf. Claws cut off.

Then, the crescent-shaped halberd blade sank from the werewolf's right shoulder and slashed out from the left abdomen. The black and red blood spilled into the sky. The body of the werewolf was slashed into two sections by Morea's halberd and fell from the air. .

"Too weak." Morea disappeared again, and then two screams sounded one after another. The three soul-level werewolf had no time to resist. Without touching Morea, he was cut to pieces by him and lay on the ground. Howling, lingering.

Even in human form, Moria's physique is still superior to these werewolves at this time, plus the almost indestructible edge of the prison-suppressing halberd made of legendary metal, so, these three werewolves, no one can resist Morea hits.

"You also lie on the side." Morea rushed to the back of the Red Dragon Outlet, kicked a pair of claws that had been scorched by the thunder and almost burst the werewolf's jaw, and in the sound of a piercing bone crack , kick it into the air.

When it was too late to make an extra response, Morea waved the halberd, and cut it into two pieces with one halberd.

Even its pair of claws were cut off together.

A scream of pain rang out, and only the soulful werewolf with his intact head and half of his chest was lying on the ground, panting heavily. grow back.

However, every time it grows, it is destroyed by the golden thunder and dragon flames attached to the wound. This is the remnant of power left by Morea when he attacks, which suppresses or even aggravates the opponent's injury.

The same is true for the other three werewolves. The wounds cut off by Morea were surrounded by thunder and flames, preventing them from recovering.

Soul-intelligence-level creatures, even if they are tortured by five horses, it doesn't matter, as long as those limbs can be connected, they can still grow back and recover.

But in a situation like the four-headed werewolf, with the remnants of Morea's power, don't have the naive idea that they can grow well if they are connected.

"The result of over-comprehension!" Morea indifferently glanced at the four werewolves below, and then, in a high-pitched dragon roar, Moreya once again changed into the form of a dragon, heading towards the sky over Varianti fly away.

He wasn't worried that the four soul-intelligence werewolves could still stand up and save the red dragon. After being chopped like this by him, half of a fate is lost, and whether the remaining half can hold up his power to erode them is still a question.

Today, two of these four soul-intelligence werewolves are not bad, and even if they survive, their power level will definitely drop, which is considered a direct waste.

Because, except for not beheading them, Morea basically didn't keep his hands. Before, for the sake of loyalty, he gave them a chance to escape, but they didn't cherish it.

As an evil race that was naturally hostile to him, Moria naturally couldn't talk about benevolence and righteousness. Well, the main thing is that Morea has little interest in them. He already has a dragon-like wolf pack.

Regarding camp confrontation, this kind of thing is not something that can be forcibly distorted and deflected through acquired "education". Under his hands, even a five-colored dragon with an evil nature can only be a good dragon.

"Sister Kaslana, these green dragons, let me deal with them!" Morea unfolded his thick dragon wings covered with feathered dragon scales, and flew over Varianti, looking at the seven-headed soul-intelligence level. Under the siege of the green dragon, the Golden Dragon Road, which is difficult to support.

"What are you kidding?" Seeing Moreya's oppressive dragon shadow flying nearby, the very old green dragon turned to look at the place where he had just fought. The red dragon, who was grabbing the position, was pierced by a huge epee at this time, and lay motionless on the ground, looking as if he was dead.

"You killed the red dragon outlet!" The very old green dragon looked at Morea in horror.

Among the dragons, there is an unwritten rule, or an unspoken rule. Between giant dragons, it is forbidden to kill each other. Even the evil dragon and the good dragon will basically not kill each other.

The dragon of the victorious side and the dragon of the defeated side are generally imprisoned, expelled, and exiled, and will basically not harm the life of the opponent. This is the tacit understanding between dragon and dragon.

For example, the very old green dragon has never wanted to kill the golden dragon Kaslana, though, so a large part of it is the reason for fear of being retaliated by the golden dragon clan she belongs to.

However, the main reason was that she wanted to capture Kaslana alive, and then asked the Golden Dragons for ransom.

"No, it's still alive." Morea said lightly, Yaojin Longtong looked at some gold-level green dragons who were starting to scatter to avoid him, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. There are so many dragons, you can't let them go.

"Huh!" The very old green dragon breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Morea who had blocked the golden dragon Kaslana,

"Honorable Golden Dragon, how about a tie in this battle? I'll take my clan to withdraw."

"Let's go?" Morea glanced back at the dragon's body with broken scales in many places, and Kaslana, who was still bleeding, turned her head and stared at the very old green dragon, "I still want to beat my sister like this. Walk?"