Chapter 391: Chapter 391
The Grand Commander of the Templar Order, Richthofen, truly lived up to his title as a legendary Great Warrior. The sword qi spanning a thousand meters vaporized all the undead in front of Audrey. If Audrey were hit by this sword qi, she would surely be evaporated instantly.
Unless Wutong was on the battlefield, she wouldn’t even have a body to be resurrected.
In that instant, Audrey’s face turned deathly pale. There was a three-tier gap between them in rank and three levels in talent.
For Richthofen to kill her would be as easy as she would have found it to erase her former Tier One Rare Level self! Essentially, with just a snap of his fingers, she would be gone in an instant.
Facing this thousand-meter-long sword qi, she felt as if Mount Tai was crashing down on her. She wanted to evade but found that this sword qi seemed to have completely locked onto her. Besides, it was too fast for her to dodge.
In just the blink of an eye, a fierce explosion resounded, blood and flesh splattered, enveloping the entire sky.
Audrey was blasted away like a cannonball, crashing into a dozen undead before creating a massive crater in the ground, filled with miserable screams and shrieks. Follow current novels on novel·fıre·net
"Damn it! What are you screaming for? It’s me who’s hurt, not you!" Punk Dragon’s Death’s Wings scooped her up, struggling to lift his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood before he could finish speaking.
Dragon blood spattered across Audrey’s pale shoulder, flowing down her collarbone to her fair chest.
"Eh? I’m not hurt?" Audrey calmed herself from fright, looking at Death’s Wings that shielded her with its wings. There was a massive wound on its back that pierced right through its chest.
This Idiot Dragon, selfish, harsh, and greedy, usually looked down on everyone in the territory, feeling no sense of belonging.
But when Audrey was truly in danger, it instinctively shielded her first.
It truly thought of Audrey as its mother!
Theoretically, even between a dragon and its mother, such things wouldn’t happen.
Dragons are harsh, selfish, and cold-blooded creatures, caring only for their own interests. Even a Dragon Mother and her son would bite each other if there were conflicts of interest.
However, Death’s Wings was raised by Audrey. Every day, it happily followed behind Audrey’s skirts, and Audrey, being somewhat naïve and kind, gently cared for it every day.
This altered the dragon’s inherent cruelty and harshness somewhat. In the moment between life and death, it had no time to think and shielded its ’true mother’.
Audrey hurriedly petted its head, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. Lord will heal you soon."
Death’s Wings weakly laid its head on Audrey’s shoulder, complaining angrily, "I can’t count on my unreliable stepfather! I’ll have to rely on myself to recover from these wounds!"
Despite only speaking a few words, its pierced body began to heal rapidly. Beneath its scales, the blood and flesh surged swiftly, organs and injuries visibly recovering at an eye-popping rate.
Legendary-level traits were bizarrely powerful.
Richthofen also looked surprised. As a Tier Seven Legendary-level Great Warrior, he hadn’t managed to kill the opponent with one blow. Whatever the reason, it was enough to catch his attention.
When he glanced at Death’s Wings, he immediately let out an astonished gasp, "A Legendary Giant Dragon?"
"Haha, what a pity, it’s just a dragon cub. Judging by its bone structure, it’s only an era old? Such a small dragon cub, I shall adopt it. Perfect for a mount!"
"I’d rather ride you!" Death’s Wings roared angrily, immediately turning to emit a Dragon Breath.
Richthofen, having seen too many dragon breaths, didn’t give it a second thought. With a flick of his hand, he constructed a shield and placed it in front of him.
But the dragon breath completely ignored the perfectly structured shield, piercing through its gleaming golden layers, reaching Richthofen’s hand.
Richthofen immediately flicked his hand, glancing at his right hand, completely charred to coal, and drew a sharp breath, "A Dragon Breath with true damage, I underestimated this dragon cub!"
Death’s Wings was so frightened it was on the verge of tears, shouting anxiously, "Stepmom, help! 5000 points of true damage is only enough to burn his right hand to ash. Even if he stands still, I can’t breathe him to death."
Richthofen casually flicked his right hand, reduced to ash, and it disintegrated, drifting into the air.
After a healing spell, his right hand began to rapidly reconstruct, growing back in an instant.
Richthofen sneered, "Shouting for ’mother’ won’t help, even your father couldn’t save you!"
"Oh? Is that so? Bullying a child isn’t considered a skill!" Su Xi’s cold voice rang out from afar.
"Take my Flowing Slash!" Before her voice reached, the frosty blade had already crossed hundreds of meters to slash forth.
Su Xi had been out of sight for so long because she had been on the battlefield continuously killing opponents, accumulating her Flowing Slash.
And this accumulating blade force had clearly astonished the entire battlefield.
If Richthofen’s sword illuminated the entire dusk, then Su Xi’s blade made the world dark, the vast and mighty battlefield instantly losing its color. All eyes on the battlefield saw only the all-encompassing scarlet blade light, a blood-red world.
Richthofen, directly facing this blade, was thoroughly enveloped by the blade light, the entire world filled with its majestic force, with nowhere to retreat.
The next moment, Richthofen was directly disassembled, the unmatched blade force thoroughly slicing his body into countless molecules, not leaving a single drop of blood or flesh behind.