novelraw Chapter 678 448: Long Dou
Chapter 678 448: Long Dou
Snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.
On the Great Grassland, the already icy cold temperature dropped yet again.
Unbeknownst to both sides engaged in a fierce battle, a thin mist began to permeate the air, quickly reducing visibility on the battlefield.
However, caught in the heat of battle, neither side noticed anything amiss, as the life-and-death struggle turned every person into a piece of iron heated by an internal fire, with shouts echoing to the heavens.
Losa swept a Tatar cavalryman off his mount with one swift spear strike, only to suddenly feel a thin layer of sweat seeping down his back, as though a terrifying fierce beast was lurking within the mist, ready to strike the moment he showed any vulnerability.
This presence...
It's very familiar.
Somewhat resembling the dragon species in the Medieval World, yet essentially different.
A wild wind suddenly howled through.
Belonging to the Sea Dragon's Wind Talent, snow was whipped up in layers, striking the faces of the Tatar cavalry, leaving them unable to keep their eyes open. But the enemy hiding in the shadows quickly responded, sending a chilling gust plunging into their bones.
Snowflakes mixed with sand turned into tiny ice beads, causing chaos among the allied cavalry, sharply reducing the charge momentum.
The infantry phalanx lined up behind the cavalry relied on the Woodland Archer-based ranged attack units for fire support upfront, but now they could only retreat behind the barricades, unable to lift their heads.
The Tatar cavalry, who initially showed signs of decline, roared with excitement as if invigorated by adrenaline.
On their bodies and mounts, strange phenomena appeared—either developing thin scales, arms turning into claws, or even a single horn sprouting from their heads—driving a familiar sense of déjà vu.
Losa looked up, seeing a colossal beast move through the increasingly dense fog.
Black scales, single horn.
It serpentinely coiled within the mist, never fully revealing itself, but an unknown sense of oppression caused the nonchalant allied cavalry, who were once fearless due to their "Charge," to subconsciously feel the impulse to turn and flee.
"Hold the formation, follow my command!"
The resounding shout, like a flash of lightning, instantly awakened the stunned allied cavalry.
"Heavenly Father is watching over us."
"For Saint Losa, for the Holy Spear!"
After the Tatar cavalry's mutations appeared, the allied cavalry fell into a disadvantage. If not for their heavily armored defenses and the Tatar cavalry's lack of armor-penetrating weapons, there would have been significant casualties.
Beiluo's face revealed a sinister smile. For years, he had been dripping a drop of his own blood into the tribe's water supply almost every day. Over time, his tribe had nearly become a half-demon clan.
Mongolians and other Central Asians, Demon strength, what do you bring to withstand it?
Wind Talent!
Losa strengthened the Wind Talent, barely offsetting the roaring winds.
He raised the new spear infused with holy light, like a guiding beacon, gathering the scattered allied cavalry back to his side.
It's coming!
In the dense fog, two golden lamps lit up.
Under Losa's mask, his eyes shone with a pair of golden vertical pupils.
Like two mythical-era predators staring at each other.
The fierce wind suddenly picked up.
A gigantic black serpent head abruptly extended from the mist, opening a blood-red maw filled with sharp fangs, lunging toward Losa.
It didn't have wings, yet within the clouds and mist, it swam as if in water.
Wind follows the tiger, clouds follow the dragon.
This serpent creature clearly bore some semblance of dragon-like traits.
Eclipse!
With a mighty shout, the unique-horned nightmare steed attuned to Losa leapt high above, flying over the serpent's head, and from Eclipse's hooves, a patch of Hellfire spewed forth, forcefully trampling on the serpent's body.
Simultaneously, Losa leapt into the air from Eclipse's back, his Holy Cross Plate Armor disintegrating into a light stream, revealing his half-dragon transformed body covered in scale armor.
Clang—
The Duke's New Spear plunged down, striking and sparking along the serpent's scale armor.
Demon!
A hint of surprise flashed in Beiluo's eyes, quickly replaced by greed.
Though the Demon Dragon hadn't completely usurped his soul, it firmly dominated Beiluo's body, naturally sensing the Dragon Bloodline within Losa.
If it could devour this person, it could restore its dragon form, perhaps even seize a chance to transform into a True Dragon.
The chilling air swirled around its body, forming floating ice cones.
Losa shouted, "Retreat to the barricades to regroup!"
The current battle was beyond ordinary soldiers' involvement; this serpent's strength rivaled high dragons within the Medieval World.
The allied cavalry began an orderly retreat from the battlefield.
The Tatar cavalry seemed to receive similar orders, scattering out of the fog, leaving just two life signals in this mist.
Behind Losa, the black Demon Dragon's shadow emerged rapidly, as mighty as a mountain.
The serpent's cold vertical pupils flashed a hint of wariness, gradually retreating and disappearing into the fog.
But Losa knew it was not truly retreating, merely seeking to hide in the shadows, looking for an opening.
Behind Losa, his Dragon Wings slowly fluttered, sensing every shift in the air.
Above his head, the serpent reappeared without notice, its massive form moving seamlessly through the mist, offering no clue of its presence or aura.
The gaping maw could easily swallow the half-dragon transformed Losa whole.
In almost an instant.
Losa's body rapidly expanded.
His two feet stood firmly on the ground, surrounded by black mist as if it came from Hell, flowing over his scale armor like scorching lava. The ground cracked, dried up, and the green grass withered, bursting into flames.
His wide, enormous dragon wings extended outward, and the ferocious dragon head attacked from the side, biting into the serpent-monster's flank.
Boom——
A terrifying dragon breath spewed from his mouth, pouring unreservedly onto the serpent-monster's scale armor. The once-impenetrable scales quickly carbonized, and the serpent-monster let out a piercing scream, thrashing its tail fiercely and breaking away from the giant dragon's grip.
The illusory shadow of the demon dragon that once lingered behind him had now become a fully real entity.
This was a complete dragon transformation.
The dragon blood, rolling like lava, flowed recklessly within his body.
Losa felt this brand new, terrifying power that was several times stronger than when he was in half-dragon transformation, standing quietly in place—the power of dragon transformation was immense, but it consumed much less energy than he had imagined.
Because now he was more precise in controlling the power, he could completely confine the power of the breath of the giant dragon within the range of a single target.
Amidst the dense fog.
There was a series of despairing roars.
When it reappeared, a layer of solid ice had covered the serpent-monster's wound, new flesh had formed over the burnt, carbonized areas, but the deep-seated hatred in its eyes indicated that the injuries it suffered were far more complex than they appeared.
After absorbing the ghost dragon's talent.
Losa's dragon breath could now even affect the soul.
And this serpent-monster happened to be mainly a soul body, dwelling within Beiluo.
The temperature continued to rise.
The blazing flame enveloped the giant dragon that Losa had become, in stark contrast to the serpent-monster opposite him, whose grass and trees froze to ice, shrouded in cold air.
Roar——
A high-pitched, hoarse roar sounded simultaneously.
The next moment.
The terrifying dragon flame spewed out again, and the serpent-monster on the opposite side also opened its bloody mouth, spewing out icy dragon breath nurtured for a thousand years in the Land of the Far North. The collision of the two raised a layer of vapor.
Snap——
The ground beneath Losa's feet rose significantly, and the divine power of the King of Volcanoes momentarily formed a small volcano at his feet, spewing lava from the cracks in the earth.
At the same time, as Losa unleashed the dragon breath, he relentlessly advanced toward the serpent-monster in front of him.
It was the first time he faced alone such a formidable creature comparable to high-level dragon species. This demon probably couldn't even be subdued by someone like Anna, a quasi-legendary caster, yet in his half-dragon state, he had completely dominated the battle.
Perhaps it was because the power attribute restrained it, but this sense of overwhelming power was simply delightful.
This was not a borrowed power.
This was my true power!
As Losa relentlessly advanced, the rolling dragon flame he spewed came ever closer to the serpent-monster. The freezing flowers in its domain rapidly melted and vaporized, making the mist even denser.
The once greedy gaze of the serpent-monster gradually turned to one of fear.
Could this man not be what he imagined, another creature like him dwelling within a human body, having discarded his dragon body to survive, but rather a true dragon capable of human transformation?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
There were no living true dragons left in this world!
The dragon flame continued to encroach.
Until the serpent-monster suddenly fled, struck by the dragon flame from behind, crashing heavily to the ground.
The fallen serpent-monster endured the pain and fled rapidly.
The Tatar cavalry watching felt a collapse of faith. That was supposed to be the source of their bloodline, the manifestation on earth of the Longevity Heaven, nobler than any shaman priest in their eyes. Yet at this moment, it looked like a defeated dog fleeing in panic.
How could this be possible?
The shadow from the sky cast down to the ground.
The wings spread wide, almost blotting out all the sunlight overhead; the giant dragon suddenly dove down, its massive body pressing directly onto the serpent-monster, biting into the critical spot.
The serpent-monster, in agony, turned and bit back at Losa, but it felt like biting into a steel plate.
The earth dragon's talent, combined with the thorny body's fifty percent damage reduction, allowed him not to activate the solid stone talent, and the serpent-monster, with its rows of sharp teeth, couldn't pierce his scale armor at all. Moreover, when it bit into Losa, its teeth experienced a sharp pain due to the powerful retaliatory force, breaking its two longest, sharpest teeth in the middle.
"Die for me!"
Losa crushed the sharp teeth fiercely with his own, biting into the serpent-monster. Though he could break the defense, it was like biting through a piece of tough leather—he could puncture it but couldn't dissect its body to a fatal degree.
Even the critical point he sought wasn't a fatal vulnerability.
A surge of fierce energy welled up in his heart.
Losa raised a foot, stomping hard on the serpent-monster's head.
He stomped fiercely dozens of times, making the ground tremble, the serpent-monster's head spinning with dizziness, and its desperate resistance gradually weakening.
Taking advantage of the situation, Losa grabbed the serpent-monster's mouth with his claws, prying it open forcefully. The next moment, the scorching dragon flame erupted from Losa's mouth into the serpent-monster's giant mouth capable of swallowing a massive whale.
The serpent-monster's body convulsed violently, its powerful form thrashing wildly, making even Losa feel a sense of overwhelming force.
But soon, the serpent-monster's desperate counterattack weakened.
Its body gradually lost movement like a dead fish, with a burnt smell emanating from within.
The giant dragon that Losa had transformed into flung the serpent-monster's carcass to the ground, placed a foot on its head, then lifted his head and let out an earth-shaking roar!