Chapter 487

Because of its body size, once an undead creature is conceived in a dragon's corpse, its soul strength will be dozens to hundreds of times stronger than ordinary undead creatures at the same level.

Just like Big Bone; as a Golden Skeleton, it is much stronger than ordinary Golden Skeletons, and with a casual swipe, others fall apart.

The Dragon Undead in front of them was conceived from a dragon's corpse. Its soul is incomparably strong, and it even possesses its own exclusive name—Dragon Soul.

If the Dragon Soul condenses into a Dragon Soul Heart, its strength is likely to be a hundred times stronger than an ordinary Golden Skeleton. This is a terrifying existence comparable to the Lord of Mourning.

The soul of Ang's current body is definitely not stronger than this Dragon Undead, unless his true body is moved over, so Ang raised his black crystal finger, and his mental power, after being agitated, turned into a mental tentacle and slammed into the Dragon Undead's body.

Undead have no physical form. For any directional attack, it can scatter its form or scatter the point of impact to dodge the attack, and the Dragon Undead did just that.

But just when it thought the mental tentacle would pass through the void of its form, its forward momentum stagnated.

Looking down, the front end of the mental tentacle had turned into a large net, sticking to the 'under-rib' part of its form.

People with weak mental power cannot see mental tentacles, and even Lai Xina, who invented the mental tentacle, couldn't see it himself, but the Dragon Undead could see it, which meant it possessed powerful mental power.

However, it obviously hadn't encountered this kind of mental tentacle attack before, and was a bit stunned when it saw itself stuck: "Hmm?"

The mental tentacle contracted, a great force surged, pulling it toward Ang at high speed, and after grabbing it, he smashed it around.

The Dragon Undead was a bit dazed the first time it was smashed to the ground, but reacted by the second time. When it was swung up to be smashed a third time, its form waved, cutting off Ang's mental tentacle, and it opened its mouth to let out a soul roar.

When a Dragon Soul with a soul several times stronger than yours lets out a roar, the soul impact is like a giant wave, slapping over with overwhelming force. Just the waves stirred up in front are enough to tear an ordinary soul to pieces.

But the one opposite is not an ordinary person. The Dragon Undead discovered that Ang opposite just bowed his body slightly, stood firmly, and resisted the overwhelming soul impact.

The Dragon Undead felt that behind Ang, there seemed to be a huge black shadow, a black shadow taller than the giant wave, and its own soul impact, in front of that huge black shadow, was like ripples stirred up by a breeze.

"Eyes blurred? Ku Ba Da, stayed up too late. Haven't slept for years of staying up late, can't stay up late like this in the future." The Dragon Undead muttered in its heart.

But no matter how it muttered, Ang firmly resisted the soul impact, then opened his mouth and let out his own roar.

"Ku Ba Da, Soul Impact Beam? When did you learn that?" Negris shouted in shock in its heart.

A while ago, while investigating the situation on Death Prison Island, they encountered an undead driving a spirit car. The other party used a Soul Impact Beam, integrating the soul impact into a beam to blast it out, making the power of the soul impact more concentrated and the destructive power greater.

This left a deep impression on Negris because this was the only soul impact it had ever seen that had variation. It was as if others punched with fists, but it punched with an awl.

The 'awl' pierced into the Dragon Undead's Dragon Soul, making its soul tighten.

Ang took the opportunity to raise his finger at it again, the mental tentacle popped out, grabbed it, and smashed it around.

Every time it was smashed, it was like using a wet sponge to touch the floor; when the sponge was picked up, the floor was already wet.

Where it was smashed, wisps of death aura rose, which meant the Dragon Undead had lost a part of its form.

The Dragon Undead waved its hand, cut off the mental tentacle, and retreated in a panic. It had already been beaten dazed.

As a Dragon Undead, it had great confidence in its Dragon Soul, and even the scarecrow Wuga didn't dare to enter its territory.

The Knowledge Temple was clearly built by the Monarch, so why didn't Wuga dare to enter and only wandered outside? Because this was its territory.

But this guy who popped out inexplicably not only possessed strange attack methods, but in a soul contest, it was not inferior to it at all. This was truly seeing an undead.

Its retreat caused Ang to press forward. Soul Beam Impact! The scene repeated again. Ang seemed to have remembered the 'grab it and smash it around' that Negris taught him, and as soon as he grabbed it, he smashed it around.

The Dragon Undead struggled free, Ang impacted, grabbed it, and smashed it around. The Dragon Undead struggled free again, Ang impacted again, and grabbed it to smash it around again. The ground was smashed with dense points emitting death aura; those were all stuck off from the Dragon Undead's body.

Ge Lei and the others watched, dumbfounded. Tigu Li watched and suddenly said in a low voice: "Principal, are you strong people's fights all this... strange?"

Ge Lei said with a solemn expression: "Ugly, like little hooligans fighting, right? No, this is choosing practical combat tactics amidst showing off skills and practicality. Although it's not cool, it fully utilizes one's own advantages. This is true combat."

Speaking of this, Ge Lei said earnestly: "This is not an easy thing. Practicality sometimes means ugly, without profound chanting, without unnecessary waste, and not even paying attention to posture."

"I have seen some battle mages who, in order to reduce the visible area, fight directly lying on the ground. If it's a nearsighted enemy, it's not easy to even lock onto them with their gaze. To be honest, I can't do it. Sometimes when I cast magic, I subconsciously pursue looking good. The Lord is too professional."

Anthony next to him listened and his old face flushed. This wasn't a choice between showing off skills and practicality, but that the Lord didn't have the concept of whether it looked good or not at all. If it was effective, let alone lying down, Ang could take off his pelvic bone and fight again.

Facing this hooligan-style fighting method, the Dragon Undead was very uncomfortable, as if it had been stuck with taffy and couldn't shake it off.

It tried to open up the distance to reorganize its formation, but with a Soul Impact Beam, the tentacle would swing over, and the distance couldn't be opened at all.

And its soul impact was resisted by the other party bowing slightly. It was too ghostly; Ang's soul was clearly not stronger than it.

Even if it had ten souls, it couldn't figure it out. Ang's consciousness was projected over, with his true body protecting him from behind, so it was impossible to impact Ang's soul at all.

Unless it could instantly annihilate the soul of Ang's current body.

But if it knew, it would probably kneel down on the spot. Being able to withstand its soul impact while projecting from another world, the other party is the God of Undead!

After several rounds, the Dragon Undead hardened its heart, its form exploded into a cloud of smoke, and it surged backward rapidly.

Ang threw out two mental tentacles at the same time, constantly sticking a piece off the smoke. Undead have no physical form, and no matter which piece is lost, it is part of its soul.

In this smoke state, it had no way to deal with it and could only harden its heart and fly back.

Finally, after losing a large piece of its form, the Dragon Undead retreated out of the range of the mental tentacles.

"Damn it, you all will—" The smoke aggregated to form a humanoid creature with wings on its back, just wanting to angrily issue some declaration, when a beam of light shot out, sizzling on its body, interrupting the rest of its words.

"Ow!" The little angel waved her little hands and let out an excited 'ow'. She finally caught an opportunity. Just now, the Dragon Undead had been entangled by Ang and had no chance to attack.

The Dragon Undead let out a scream, the holy light sizzling on its body, making it smoke all over. This kind of holy light, which has collateral damage to undead creatures, is one of the few attacks that can make the dead feel pain, much more painful than being chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

The Dragon Undead was so angry it opened its mouth and roared at the little angel.

The little angel framed her hands in front of her, and a holy seal appeared in front of her, blocking the soul impact. Boom! The holy seal was blasted into the little angel's body.

"Steadfast Holy Seal!" Negris shouted: "Quick, pull her aside, don't let her go head-to-head with the Dragon Undead."

Ang tilted his head with a strange expression and stood still.

Soon Negris knew why Ang didn't move. The little angel suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the pupils in her eyes turned golden—Eyes of the Holy Spirit.

At this moment, there was no expression on her face, as if she had turned into a sculpture without any emotions—the combat state of a Battle Angel.

The wings behind her also spread out with a *swish*, and a pair of light wings sprayed out—a Four-Winged Archangel.

At the same time, the little angel's hands held the air, pulled up and down, and pulled out the Archangel's Staff.

Ang was projected over, and his strength was limited by his current body, but the little angel had come with her true body. How strong she was in the main plane, she was that strong here, and all Ang needed to do was to continuously send power to her.

Holy flames ignited on Ang's body, and holy power was continuously sent to the little angel. *Swish! * The third pair of wings also sprayed out—a Six-Winged Archangel.

Supreme Holy Spirit, loading complete.

The little angel pressed the Archangel's Staff hard with no expression, and pushed forward.

Holy light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the pitch-black cave.

The Dragon Undead's expression changed drastically, and it almost 'rolled' to the side, but it was still grazed by the beam of light, and half of its form was grazed away.

The light wings sprayed out light, pushing the little angel to shoot out, pressing the Archangel's Staff to slash at the Dragon Undead.

Supreme Holy Spirit, Six-Winged Archangel, that is an existence that can go head-to-head with the Lord of Mourning, Luo Ke. Although the little angel hadn't reached that level yet, didn't she have Ang?

The delivery of power was already a bit unable to keep up. Ang wiped in front of him, and a row of holy light missiles were wiped out, shooting toward the little angel, but they didn't explode; instead, they merged into the little angel's body.

The little angel, who had received a replenishment of power, despite having just released a big one, still slashed out a holy crescent moon with the Archangel's Staff.

The head of the Archangel's Staff was a design with two wings closed, flashy and gaudy. Ordinary people wouldn't bear to use it to slash things, but if they were willing, it was a very handy axe.

The last time the little angel had slashed it off once, fortunately, it was repaired by Du Luo Ken. This time, she poured holy power into it in advance.

The Archangel's 'axe' slashed the Dragon Undead in two, and the separated parts sizzled with smoke.

Suffering heavy losses, the Dragon Undead no longer had the expansion it had when it first rushed out, contracted its form, and blasted out a punch.

With a loud *clang*, the little angel blocked its attack but was still beaten back a few steps.

Just when the Dragon Undead was preparing not to use those flashy techniques and fight seriously with a contracted form, something swung onto its body again.

Looking down, it was a mental tentacle.

"I Ku Ba—" Before the Dragon Undead finished speaking, it was grabbed by Ang and smashed around.

The Dragon Undead was about to go crazy. Scattering its form was countered by the little angel, gathering its form was countered by Ang, and its soul impact couldn't impact Ang. It now regretted extremely that it shouldn't have jumped out so rashly.

Run! After struggling to open up the distance again, the Dragon Undead gritted its teeth, turned into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared rapidly into the air.

White light flashed, Anthony held the Pope's Staff high, and a Flash spell illuminated the surrounding space, also illuminating a mass of 'gas'. That mass of gas had already drifted toward the abyss direction.

Ang wiped out rows of holy light missiles, shooting toward that mass of 'gas', blasting out clusters of black smoke. The little angel also flashed a beam of light, sizzling out a trail of black smoke.

But the Dragon Undead seemed to have hardened its heart, drifting forward regardless, and was about to rush into that abyss.

Just at this moment, the big cat opened its mouth: "Ah—"

The Dragon Undead screamed in terror: "Ah—ah ah ah—oh—woo—"

In this state, the big cat was the one that countered it the most. A fluctuation in space could grind away a layer of its form, and even its screams weren't coherent. It was truly too miserable.

Having no choice but to gather back, it then discovered that Ang's mental tentacle had already stuck to its body.

Grabbed back and smashed around.

A Dragon Undead dozens to hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary skeleton was forcibly shaved into a mass of dying Dragon Soul, drifting there miserably, not even emitting soul fire anymore.

"Tsk tsk tsk, too miserable. What is your name?" Negris asked with some sympathy.

The Dragon Soul didn't say a word, resisting in silence.

Negris didn't care and changed the question: "Do you not know magic? Why do you, an undead, insist on melee combat with them?"

I don't know if this question touched the Dragon Undead's sore spot, but it saw it jumping and roaring: "I, a dignified Black Dragon, my claws and teeth are my sharpest weapons. I don't want to know those sticky, messy magic spells!"

Negris understood and complained: "Yes, yes, yes, I know you are a Black Dragon. Still so stubborn after death. Then are you the reincarnation of this dragon?"

Speaking of Black Dragons, Negris understood. Among so many varieties of dragons, Black Dragons are the best at melee combat. When they are adults, their body length reaches more than fifty meters, and they have broad shoulders and long arms, completely different from short-armed dragons like Huang Tong Dragons.

Super strong magic resistance and hard scales and thick skin allow them to carry the enemy's magic bombardment, approach, and then use claws and teeth to tear any enemy to pieces. Encountering such hard enemies, sometimes one is very helpless.

But that was when they were alive. Still so stubborn after death, only Black Dragons would be so dead-brained.

The petrified dragon tied by the chains is a Black Dragon. This Dragon Soul considers itself a Black Dragon. Could it be a Dragon Undead reincarnated with memories from its lifetime?

The Dragon Soul was silent for a while and said: "No."

"Not a reincarnation, then what kind of Black Dragon are you?" Negris said inexplicably.

Not a reincarnation, and it has no inheritance relationship with the dragon corpse itself. In essence, it is just a powerful undead Dragon Soul. What does it have to do with Black Dragons?

Negris's words obviously touched the Dragon Soul's sore spot again. It angrily condensed a dragon head and roared: "You damn embryo dragon, you are the one who is a fart of a Huang Tong Dragon."

"Good, good, good, I am a fart of a Huang Tong Dragon." Negris was very patient with this Dragon Undead, just like looking at a stubborn younger generation: "Still so stubborn after death, I wouldn't believe you if you said you weren't a Black Dragon. If you like melee combat so much, why don't you reincarnate as a Black Warrior?"

The Dragon Undead said angrily: "Are you trying to tease me? This kind of legendary reincarnation secret method, even the Undead Monarch can't come up with it. Where would I go to reincarnate?"

"Uh, you haven't seen a Reincarnation Altar, have you?" Speaking of Black Warriors, the former Black Warrior Emperor Anthony couldn't help it. The Reincarnation Altar that can reincarnate Black Warriors was invented by him.

"No, how could a Reincarnation Altar reincarnate Black Warriors? You can kill or carve me as you please, don't tease me!" The Dragon Soul roared angrily. If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't beat these guys in front of it, it would definitely jump out and beat these people up.

Anthony said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I happen to know the secret method that can reincarnate Black Warriors. Dragon Soul Warrior? Just thinking about it is exciting. Do you want to reincarnate into a Dragon Soul Warrior and use your claws and teeth to your heart's content?"