Chapter 250: Chapter 245: Vengeful Spirits Rampage Chapter 250: Chapter 245: Vengeful Spirits Rampage “Prince Muria, it was with that sword that you managed to slay the undead legion, wasn’t it? Those bone dragons were so weak under that sword. If I had that sword, I too could do the same.” It was clear that the dragon coveted the sword.

“Just for a moment.” The Bronze Dragon thought to himself, “Prince Muria has already thrown the sword, it indicates he doesn’t mind me using it, right?”

Even though it felt the preciousness of the sword, the Bronze Dragon was thinking of just borrowing it temporarily. It didn’t dare harbor the idea of taking it for itself. The displayed strength of Prince Muria, alongside his identity, intimidated it greatly.

However, as its claws almost reached the Sword of Demon Purge, which had grown to ten meters in length during the process of being thrown, Golden Thunderbolt and Flames, as well as an invisible Hurricane erupted from the divine sword, which bore a profound ancient god text and exuded a vast, distant, and ancient aura.

The Thunderbolt turned the dragon scales on the Bronze Dragon’s claw black with burnt marks, the invisible wind scraped these blackened and cracked scales off, causing blood and flesh to gush out. Then, golden Dragon Flames enveloped the Bronze Dragon’s claw… A painful roar of agony burst forth from the Bronze Dragon’s mouth, it could not have predicted that the Sword of Demon Purge would attack it.

“Hum!” The sword of Demon Purge let out a crisp sword cry, as if mocking the Bronze Dragon’s overestimation of its own ability.

“Roar!” Looking at its own claw, now burnt black like charcoal, and hearing the sword cry that seemed to be mocking and ridiculing its inadequacy, the Bronze Dragon let out an angry growl.

Just when it was about to reach out its claw again to grasp the Sword of Demon Purge, a Soul Intent Level bone dragon seized the opportunity when the Bronze Dragon was distracted and pounced on its back. Its teeth, imbued with a malicious curse and thick Death Qi, pierced through the dragon scales and into the flesh of the Bronze Dragon’s long neck.

“Splat!” Bile and blood sprayed out from the wound on the Bronze Dragon’s neck, drenching the stinking, dark air. Under the Undead Curse, the flesh and scales around the gaps left by the two rows of teeth began turning black and started spreading at a visible rate.

“Howl!” The vicious Undead Curse infiltrated the Bronze Dragon’s body, causing it to let out a miserable wail. The curse had injured its Dragon Soul.

“Swoosh!” The Sword of Demon Purge veered, transforming the last portion of the energy imbued in it by Prince Muria into a brilliant and dazzling sword light before it slashed out. It was aimed directly at the Bone Dragon on the back of the Bronze Dragon.

Afterwards, the Sword of Demon Purge transformed into a dimly glowing sword rainbow and flew towards Prince Muria, no longer with the grandeur it had when it flew over.

“Bang!” The Sword of Demon Purge’s last manifestation of sword light conveniently cut through the neck of the Bone Dragon on the Bronze Dragon’s back. Without a doubt, the sharp sword light ground the dragon bone it touched into a pile of powder.

The headless dragon skeleton, over sixty meters long, slipped down and crashed on the desolate land below, scattered with crystal formations…

“What kind of situation is this?” A Golden-Level Amethyst Dragon swatted away a Bone Dragon with one claw, swept its long tail, knocking another Golden-Level Bone Dragon onto the earth forming a dragon-shaped pit. Suddenly, it noticed a Bronze Dragon radiating powerful Soul Intent Level aura, but also displaying utter panic and rage, hastily flying past it.

The Bronze Dragon looked quite tragic. Not to mention the varying sizes of wounds on its dragon body, obviously from the Bone Dragon’s bites. What made the dragon pity it was that one of its front claws was pitch black, as if a layer of flesh and scales had been burned off by flames.

Meanwhile, a grotesque bone dragon skull was fiercely clamped around its neck, with the soul fire still burning within it. Under the dragon’s teeth lay an area emanating a faint stench amidst the dark…

After hurling the Sword of Demon Purge towards the Bronze Dragon in grave danger, Muria also hurled the Seven Sins Blade towards a Sapphire Dragon, who was also surrounded by around a dozen ancient dragons.

Then, drawing the Army-breaking Halberd and Startling God Battle Axe, he targeted two more reckless massive dragons who had crudely imitated his tactic of breaking the ranks of the undead legion, turning his weapons into two unbreakable rainbows to carve a way out for them.

…the four exclusive weapons, thrown by Muria one after another, flew back to him as a single rainbow after aiding the massive dragons, hovering behind him instead of returning to his body.

However, he then found, somewhat speechlessly, that it seemed he had become a babysitter, ready to draw one weapon from behind his back and throw it wherever a dragon was under siege, aiding those dragons in peril.

Therefore, on the battlefield below, a scene unfolded where the Golden Dragon, Silver Dragon, Red Copper Dragon…Crystal Dragon, Amethyst Dragon… and many other actual forms of giant dragons vigorously battled the legion of the undead – because of the turbulence of the elements, even the Mage Dragons, who favored casting spells for assault, had to fight like Kaslana now, using their magic staff like a warhammer, beginning a melee in which dragons naturally had the upper hand.

Amid this battlefield of dragons and undead, a black-haired, golden-pupiled youth was quite conspicuous. In comparison to the undead dragons and large dragons easily ranging from tens to hundreds of meters in length around him, his figure seemed pitifully small.

But such an insignificant being was the most dazzling presence on this vast battlefield. He held a battle halberd in his hand, with four weapons hovering around him. Wherever he went, the undead would perish.

High-tier undead have no less wisdom than normal humans, they fear the obliteration of the soul fire, because, for them, it is true death. Many undead don’t want to perish and don’t want to fight.

In fact, if given a choice, almost all of the undead would rather not battle these giant dragons, but they had no choice; Bertlein’s orders were irrefutable, and those marked within the soul fire had no right to choose.

So, even though they were afraid, with no way to retreat, a group of undead kept charging towards Muria, attacking him as one force. But regrettably, it was just a futile struggle.

The black-haired youth held the Prison Suppression Halberd in his hand. Each slash would make the undead attacking him fall like wheat under a sickle.

When the number of undead assaulting Muria got too large, the four exclusive weapons at his back would behave as if held by four invisible hands, slashing out with sharp edges…

“Swish!” Receiving a distress call from a young Golden Dragon while slaughtering the undead, Muria, without any hesitation, pinpointed the location of the Golden Dragon using his mental power and hurled the Prison Suppression Halberd in his hands.

Then, Muria gripped the Army-breaking Halberd from behind his back. Just as he was about to wave it, he fixed his gaze in a certain direction.

Over there, a consuming frenzy of vengeful spirits was surging towards the battlefield…

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