Age of Adepts

The water dragon Dominir had fallen!

The reason for its fall was not because of the elemental magic weapon's steps, but because it died under the Magic Puppet Dragon's goblin giant cannon.

From the moment it stepped onto the flight deck of the cruising mothership, two goblin cannons with a muzzle diameter of around 3 meters were raised on the spacious metal platform at the back of the Demon Puppet Dragon.

Originally, all the fighting was taking place on the flight deck of the cruiser, and the Demon Puppet Dragon's Goblin Cannon could be an indiscriminate energy attack, so it could only wait silently for an opportunity.

The Water Dragon Dominion's terrified retreat gave the Demon Puppet Dragon a chance to fully display itself.

Under the entanglement of the elemental magic weapons and many metal puppets, the Water Dragon, with the valor of a giant dragon, killed its way out, crashed headlong through the force field protection on the outside of the cruising mothership, and rushed into the sky. And it was this action of it crashing through the force field protection that brought about its destruction.

The force field protection generated outside the cruiser's body had a defensive strength of 600 to 700 degrees, and even with the powerful body of a Level 3 Water Dragon, it would inevitably pause and freeze for 3 seconds after breaking through.

The two goblin cannons of the Demon Armor Puppet Dragon, which was standing underneath the cruising mothership, shook at the same time, and two heavenly energy pillars immediately struck the fleshy chest and abdomen of the water dragon Dominir.

The wave shield outside the water dragon's body had already turned into a mist from the last impact.

As a result, the energy pillars shone unobtrusively on the Water Dragon's huge body. The last layer of dragon scale protection outside the Water Dragon's body lasted only half a second before it was penetrated, and the two light pillars penetrated out of its body and rushed up into the sky, disappearing into the distance where it was hard to see....

There was barely even time for surprise and mourning before the Water Dragon Dominir's dragon body was completely invaded by the terrifying magical energy. And its dragon soul was even instantly annihilated in the overwhelming waves of energy.

That diamond-like, crystal clear and beautiful body staggered, and its big head fell downwards into the sky.

This scene was witnessed by all the dragons and natives of the vast battlefield.

Under their terrified and uneasy gaze, a once towering 3rd rank dragon fell without a trace!

The dragons flying high above the sky, along with the two sky-clearing white pillars of light, bet their eyes on the huge metal dragon that stood proudly. Although the opponent's every move was so clumsy and rigid, and the opponent's appearance was so rough and ugly, at this moment, the eyes of all the dragons were filled with unconcealable fear and shock.

And the way they looked at the Demonic Puppet Dragons once again had such a different taste to it!

Step 4....

This is a 4th-grade magic weapon after all!

The power of a rank 4 magic weapon may only be verified by the feeble wail of a rank 3 creature.

In the past, the dragons may have been too conceited, thinking they could take on this big, clumsy, crude man with sheer numbers and skillful combat skills. But now, the death of a 3rd rank dragon lord had awakened them abruptly.

Step 4 will always be Step 4....

The only thing that can deal with one 4th rank is another 4th rank....

Without hesitation, the dragon flock began to turn around.

The miserable and terrified long and short dragon roars resounded through the sky, and the dragon flock in the sky began to retreat.

The draconians, dragon worshippers, and the bit natives who were still fighting to the death against the magic weapons and witches on the ground were all in a state of retreat. They didn't know whether they should continue to attack, or retreat with the dragons.

The entire battlefield was immediately in chaos.

At this moment, the Sorcerer Expeditionary Army that had been bitterly resisting the tidal wave of attacks from the enemies also began to counterattack.

The remaining four hundred or so metal magic weapons surged out and began to desperately fire wildly at every active target in the field of view that was not part of the established party. And a large number of eyeball fighters swarmed out, whirling through the air as they sent a dazzling searing ray into the crowd.

The counter-attack of the Wizard Expeditionary Army was like the last straw, finally overwhelming the hesitant indigenous army. All the bit natives threw away their weapons and armor and rushed into the distance without looking back.

In the thick black smoke and throbbing flames, the indigenous troops, which were once black and overwhelming, were like wasps in a hornet's nest, screaming miserably and fleeing in all directions without a clue.

The entire battlefield had been disrupted, they didn't know where their clan was, didn't know where the retreating camp was, they only knew that they were desperately trying to get away from the terrifying and ferocious demons, away from the massive metal dragon that was roaring forward.

At this moment, there was no point in holding on to the same spot anymore. All of the goblin chariots, goblin airships, and that Demonic Puppet Dragon rushed out of their defensive positions and began to chase the little ants running around all over the place.

The lower rank Crimson Sorcerers were all targeting the scattered draconians, while the 2nd rank Crimson Sorcerers were targeting the 1st rank small dragons that were flying around the sky.

Worth the hasty retreat, many of the dragons had either panicked or were wounded, and had drifted away from the masses of dragons. Those 2nd rank Crimson Sorcerers who possessed the ability to fly were all inexplicably excited, hunting the fleeing dragons with an almost frantic attitude.

On one side, they were vowing to break out, and on the other side, they were profit-motivated....

When they collided, they actually spilled into a hotter, wilder spark!

In the sky, the local battlefield was even more fierce and frightening than when the dragons had just attacked en masse!

Finally, after 7 hours of bitter fighting, this dragon battle that took place in the northern wilderness of the Lance Plane ended with the rout of the dragon group. At one point, the number of dragon lords trapped in the northern wilderness was as high as 34, and although the vast majority of them were newly-adult dragons of rank 1, there were also as many as 7 dragons of rank 2 and 3.

In particular, the 3rd rank water dragon Dominion perished on the spot, while the 3rd rank shadow dragon Atlant's whereabouts were unknown, dropping shock bombs in the hearts of all the giant dragons.

This team of sorcerers from the High Plane was no longer some dispensable foreign insects, but a group of invaders that all the dragons were afraid of, but were helpless to do anything about.

In front of them, the old ways of fighting that the dragons were used to and good at no longer worked. On the contrary, if they were not good enough, these dragons would be hunted by each other. This huge psychological contrast undoubtedly made the invincible dragons across all material planes somewhat confused.

In the past years, these noble dragons had opened the portal to the different plane more than once, relying on their powerful force and free flying skills, they had turned one foreign country upside down, destroying one foreign civilization after another.

And what they gained was the great wealth that was treasured within the dragon's nest, which was full of listeners and piled up like a mountain.

A pure-blooded dragon, from adulthood to senility, had nearly ten thousand long years waiting for it. Nearly 3/5 of that time was spent in a whirling sleep, while the remaining 2/5 was spent either plundering wealth or on the way to plundering wealth...

As a pure-blooded dragon, if it hadn't filled its nest with riches and treasures before entering maturity, it wasn't even qualified to attract a female beauty dragon.

It was the success of this plunder and the return of a full nest that made the dragons feel in a trance that they were the darlings of this world, the rulers from on high. The sky was their playground, the earth was their pasture, and all things in the world were just decorations and tools used to adorn and dress up their territory.

Therefore, in the minds of most dragons, this world originally belonged to them, but was stolen by some filthy, weak thieves. And their looting was just a way to go out and get back some things that belonged to them in the first place.

From ancient times to the present, only giant dragons looted other people's bits, but never heard of foreign races looting the giant dragon bits.

Thus, the battle in the Northern Wilderness had completely shocked all the giant dragons. It made them understand that their own kingdom had also intruded into a savage and rude thief, thief and butcher. And their favorite target for plundering was none other than the original owner of this dimension, the Dragon Race!

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The flames were still burning.

The heavy black smoke had turned a radius of tens of miles into a world of flying ash.

High in the sky hundreds of meters above, overlooking the land, the formerly desolate and desolate northern wilderness had completely changed its appearance.

Above the earth, hundreds of fire heads could still be seen burning sporadically, and a thick black pillar of smoke rose up into the sky, almost covering half of the sky.

Among the scorching black marks left by the sea of fire after burning, there were charred corpses lying upside down in a variety of strange postures. No matter if they were strong trolls or skinny werewolves in life, they had all become a pile of unrecognizable charred bones.

The dragons had retreated, and the surviving natives had run away, so only the wizards were left to continue their activities on this fire field.

A goblin tank drove at high speed over the battlefield ruins, an eyeball fighter skimmed the earth at ultra-low altitude... as soon as some valuable target worth scouring was found, a swarm of engineering fiends swarmed over it, stripped and cleaned it, and threw it into a resource recovery vehicle.

The war had taken a huge toll on the Sorcerer's Expeditionary Force, with over seven hundred battle demons alone, twelve goblin chariots destroyed, and seven goblin airships destroyed. As for the other bits and pieces of losses, they were even more numerous.

Not to mention, even the Crimson Family's most valuable sorcerer was killed in battle by five people!

But corresponding to the losses was the loot that the Crimson Family had acquired, which was simply an immeasurably huge fortune. Regardless of which way, from which angle, the Crimson Family had earned a fortune from this Northern Wilderness Dragon Battle!