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Chapter 974 The Fall of the White Dragon

hold head high--

The venomous dragon let out a terrified hiss. The white dragon was biting at the junction of its neck and body, and the bloody wound was frozen, making it feel the approach of death even more.

If its head were bitten off, its two brothers, who were in charge, might be unharmed, but it would certainly die.

"Don't panic!"

"Reinforcements have arrived."

Along with Lothar's telepathic message came golden Latin characters, arranged in a mysterious way, stirring up the power of the rules that filled the world.

Slowdown and confinement—two decrees fell upon the white dragon.

Golden shackles, visible only to those with spiritual vision, rapidly coiled around the white dragon's body, causing its control over the other two heads of the three-headed dragon to plummet. The two freed heads then bit down hard on the white dragon's long neck.

Following closely behind, numerous buffs such as healing, speed, immense strength, and enhanced protection were bestowed upon the three-headed dragon.

Ladon's wounds healed rapidly, and all its attributes received a massive boost. With the added blessing of Lothar's "Lord of All Armies" and "True Dragon Power," its overall strength doubled compared to normal.

Sensing this unprecedented power, the venomous dragon, still shaken, didn't hesitate to bite the white dragon's wing. The venom, which could turn a pond into poisonous water with just a drop, was poured into it as if it were endless.

The two enormous creatures were almost huddled together, their dragon claws used as weapons, slamming into the ground like meteorites.

They crashed into a towering mountain wall, tumbling through the forest and crushing countless ancient trees into dust, yet they still refused to give up. Flames and frost melted each other, but the balance of power between the two had quietly shifted towards Ladon.

Kokochu seemed to be stepping on melting ice as he hid inside the white dragon's body. The white dragon was a physical entity formed from condensed energy, and Kokochu could appear in any corner of the white dragon's body at any time.

The same goes for Losa.

Within Ladon's body lies an eternal domain, essentially a small, self-contained space. Though it's a bit hot inside, it's just right for Lothar.

"This power is quite peculiar; it can weaken the enemy while also empowering our own side."

Seeing that the white dragon was at a disadvantage, Kuokuo twisted open the top of the staff in his hand, revealing the hollow staff body.

What was taken out was a short bone spear that exuded a strong aura of blood and was filled with terrifying resentment: "Unfortunately, Lothar Khan, if your trump card only relies on this beast, then it should end here."

He raised his bone spear and aimed it at the dragon's heart, the most vulnerable spot on any dragon.

Kokochu was very familiar with dragons. Before he succeeded Bieqi and was just an ordinary "Bo", he had personally dissected more than one.

He was once fascinated by this creature and envisioned injecting the blood of high-ranking dragons into wild beasts to cultivate a group of obedient low-ranking dragons to form a "Dragon Rider Regiment," which was strongly supported by his teacher at the time.

Unfortunately, this attempt ultimately failed. Most wild beasts could not withstand the domineering dragon blood. Only low-intelligence scaled insects such as lizards and snakes had a higher success rate in fusing with it.

However, precisely because these beasts are lowly and unintelligent, they can only be "raised" like worms and cannot be tamed at all. In addition, after consuming dragon blood and undergoing mutation, their nature will become even more violent, just like wild low-level demonic dragons, and there is no possibility of taming them.

It's no wonder that high-level dragons never consider these lowly creatures as their own kind. No one would consider a creature they could create with a little blood as their own, even if they look very similar.

Ultimately, these experiments resulted in a magical artifact that, while not meeting Koko's expectations, was nonetheless powerful and specifically designed to target the demonic dragon.

It was a magical artifact created from the souls of hundreds of low-level dragons, filled with the resentment of these beasts before their demise, and the desire of low-level dragons for the bloodline of high-level dragons. It was a weapon specifically designed to deal with high-level dragons.

Kokochu calls it the Dragon Hunter Spear!
The Dragonslayer Spear appeared, and an aura that would make any dragon feel a chill spread out. But when Lothar saw it, he did not show any shock on his face. Instead, he curled up the corners of his mouth with interest.

"A magical artifact specifically designed to target demonic dragons, what a coincidence."

He also had one of these ritual implements.

In Lothar's hand, a small and exquisite crossbow slowly appeared. In an instant, Kokochu seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood on its mottled rust marks—dragon corpses piled up like mountains, dragon bones hanging like forests, and dragon blood converging into rivers and accumulating into seas.

Above that sea of ​​blood, the souls of grotesquely deformed dragons, as if tormented in purgatory for countless years, were staring intently at him with their blood-red eyes.

To be precise, it was the head of the white dragon beneath his feet.

The gazes of these evil dragon spirits indicated the location where the dragon-shooting crossbows were about to strike. But this time, they weren't aiming for the white dragon's heart, because that area lacked the vibrant life force a normal dragon should possess, and it wasn't the white dragon's vital point at all.

Their gazes were focused on the white dragon's head, the dragon bone artifact upon which the dragon spirit depended.

Upon seeing the true existence of the white dragon, their eyes immediately blazed with boundless greed. This greed was not for the flesh and blood, or the life force of a normal dragon, but for a magical artifact that could house a dragon's soul and thus materialize into a physical form.

Lothar tried his best to suppress the agitation of the dragon-shooting crossbows; they were more concerned about dealing with this fake dragon than with the real one.

He narrowed his eyes. Regardless of what this thing had to do with Jormungandr, he was determined to kill this "spirit".

Chi-

At the end of the Dragon-Shooting Crossbow, bone spikes resembling vampire fangs pierced Lothar's palm. Using this as a bridge, Lothar continuously channeled his spiritual power and true dragon blood into it. As the Dragon-Shooting Crossbow returned to its physical form as a giant crossbow, each evil spirit revealed a satisfied expression on its face.

Lothar now has complete control over this weapon that is accustomed to devouring its master. Even without the crucial Dragon Arrow, the artifact is still powerful enough to unleash its full potential thanks to his increasingly strong dragon bloodline.

Tongtian Wu, who always presented himself with a smug and self-satisfied demeanor, took out his treasured magical artifact, hoping to see fear, surprise, and shock on his enemy's face. Even his bronze mask could barely conceal the shock on his face.

The design concepts of the Dragon-Shooting Crossbow and the Dragon-Hunting Spear are undoubtedly similar, but the materials used in them are not even in the same league.

The former is surrounded by intelligent vengeful dragons, which means that those who die by its crossbow bolts are at least special beings among the middle-level dragon species, and most of them should be high-level dragon species.

And his dragon-hunting spear is 99% likely made from low-level dragons.

His actions were like a beggar showing off a handful of copper coins to the emperor.

"Ha, it's nothing more than an artifact built upon the legacy of our predecessors. Do you even understand how to use it?"

Koko scoffed with envy, "Judging from the number of resentful spirits swirling around this dragon-shooting crossbow, it must be a magical artifact born in the ancient times when dragons were still thriving. Such ancient magical artifacts are always difficult to wield."

This weapon is good, but it may not be as easy to use as the Dragon-Hunting Spear that I made myself.

Both of them simultaneously aimed at their respective "mounts." As Lothar pulled the trigger, the crossbow string made of dragon tendons fired a blood-red illusory bolt, and Kokochu also threw the dragon-hunting spear in his hand.

White Dragon sensed the threat and immediately tried to let go of Ladon and fly away, but Ladon grabbed his body tightly.

It was puzzled for a moment. Why would this three-headed dragon, which had always shown its cowardice and fear of death, suddenly have the courage to perish together with it?

But it had no time to think. The dragon-shooting crossbow bolt had already reached it, and with an unstoppable and unavoidable force, it shattered a crystal-like dragon scale on its head and embedded itself into its skull with a bang.

Countless dragon souls, filled with resentment and greed, pounced on the dragon like a pack of hungry hyenas and began to feast.

On the other side, just as Ladon was about to be struck by the bone spear, a black ghost-face shield silently replaced the dragon scales in his place.

Keng——

The bone spear struck the shield.

Among them were numerous souls of low-level dragon beasts, whose destructive power was equally astonishing under the blessing of the legendary might of Koko. They instinctively swarmed forward, and then nothing more happened.

On the shield, the demon mask let out a satisfied burp.

Having devoured so many delicious souls in one go, even this creature, which was always insatiable and could only savor the taste of devouring souls, suddenly felt its stomach was bloated.

The bone spear, stripped of its soul's blessing, seemed to have aged hundreds of years in an instant, rapidly weathering, shattering, and turning into ashes.

boom--

Ladon stepped on the fallen white dragon, biting its neck into four pieces with three bites, and let out three long howls in triumph.

This blood dragon dance ultimately ended in a complete victory for Ladon.