Chapter 1275 - 1196: True God Witch (Part 2)
The originally scattered meteors slowly gathered together, forming a denser meteor cloud.
Even the meteors beneath the Green Dragon’s feet were drawn along towards the center of the cloud.
The Green Dragon immediately took flight, using a giant meteor as cover, moving slowly towards the edge of the rocky cloud.
After passing through several layers of thin star dust, the scene ahead caused Horn’s consciousness to pause.
The first thing he noticed was the vibrations.
Not from the meteors beneath his feet, but from further away, a rhythmic spatial tremor.
The Green Dragon’s pupils contracted into thin lines as Horn followed its gaze.
In the darkness, there was a vague shadow, larger than the biggest dragon corpse.
Clearly in a vacuum, yet its surface glistened with a moist sheen.
Countless elongated things extended from that mass of flesh, like tentacles, like twisted metal tubes.
"True God Witch."
A voice suddenly entered Horn’s consciousness, without direction or source, merging directly into his awareness like water seeping into a sponge.
Horn was initially baffled, then immediately realized this was the Giant Dragon’s innate bloodline knowledge.
Damn, how convenient.
The Green Dragon’s body suddenly trembled, clearly it had heard it too.
A question floated in Horn’s mind, just as he was about to ask "What is the True God Witch?".
That voice sounded again, still in a flat, unemotional tone: "A member of the Witch Race, if they survive adulthood, few are not true gods."
Is this a Witch? This seems to be quite different from the witches in Horn’s impression, doesn’t it?
It wasn’t until now that Horn fully focused; perhaps this was the origin of the Witch!
Just then, the Giant Dragons ahead suddenly moved.
At least dozens of Giant Dragons simultaneously expanded their wings, charging toward that mass of flesh.
Different colored light globes formed in their mouths, some were pale gold, others dark purple.
Like colorful meteors, rushing toward that fleshy ball.
The Green Dragon instinctively lifted its wings to shield its eyes.
But through the gaps in the wing bones, Horn peered ahead, where two tentacles on the flesh ball suddenly came together gracefully, snapping lightly.
No sound, yet the surrounding space suddenly transformed.
The previously straight beams of light suddenly curved, as if pressed onto a plane.
The silver dragon at the forefront gradually started flattening, the faster it flew, the flatter it became.
It was about to get near the flesh ball, just a tiny bit away, transformed into a mirror without thickness.
Then, that mirror gently swayed, shattering into countless pieces, dissipating in the stardust.
The surrounding meteors blurred, as if painted with watercolors soaked in water.
The other giant dragons continued their charge, some even making short-range teleports.
Yet no matter how fast they were, every time they approached the witch, they transformed into flat shadows.
In almost the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred giant dragons turned into mirrors with no thickness.
"Too terrifying," Horn could hear the fearful whisper in the Green Dragon’s heart.
Many giant dragons slowed their charge, attempting a diversive maneuver.
Just then, a strong light suddenly shot through from a fractured mirror at the side.
It was the black dragon that had transformed into a two-dimensional mirror earlier!
Somehow it had evaded the witch’s spell, opening its metallic jaw to spew out pure white light.
As if caught off guard, the witch was directly hit by the white light.
"It’s Eternal Night Light, wonderful, it hit."
Horn could feel the Green Dragon’s excitement, its tail subtly swaying, clearly seeing this light as hope.
But in the next second, the Green Dragon’s actions froze.
When the white light touched the witch’s flesh ball, it didn’t explode, didn’t penetrate, but slowly turned into countless tiny specks of light.
The specks of light fluttered away in the vacuum like fireflies blown by the wind.
"Why is Eternal Night Light ineffective?"
"Is the intelligence mistaken?"
The witch’s flesh ball quivered, seemingly laughing.
Then, a piercing, mocking sound came from the vacuum, not in dragon language, yet Horn could understand: "Who told you I fear Eternal Night Light?"
The surrounding giant dragons were stunned.
A question arose in Horn’s consciousness too, could it be that even the giant dragons couldn’t compare to his Staff Department in understanding enemy intelligence?
At that moment, a golden dragon suddenly roared: "Damn it! It’s not a problem with the intelligence, she’s muddled fate again!"
"No, we have to retreat now."
"Hmph, trying to escape, too late, hahahaha——"
Before finishing the sentence, the witch suddenly let out a sharp howl.
Not out of pain, but fear.
On the surface of the witch’s flesh ball, a small purple flame ignited, only the size of a fingernail.
The flame didn’t spread, yet it drove the witch’s tentacles into a frenzy, even the surrounding stardust was whipped into chaos.
Strangely, the witch abruptly shrank her body, tearing off that part of the body that was touched by flames.
Like discarded hot iron, she flung that piece of flesh far away.
The moment it left the main body, that piece of flesh was consumed by the purple flames, leaving not a trace of ash.
"You vile beasts!"
Horn, without needing the Green Dragon’s reaction, could feel the raging anger of the flesh ball witch himself.
Horn wanted to continue watching, but time seemed to be fast-forwarded by someone.
Thus, in front of his eyes, dragons and witch collided again and again.
Light beams, close combat, twisting time and space, transforming into giant dragons, even suddenly making the dragons attack their own kind.
The changes in the sea of meteors were more evident.
The originally scattered meteors were constantly compressed by the battle’s aftereffects, slowly forming into an irregular sphere.