Chapter 487: Coincidentally, I happen to know this secret technique

Because of their 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 of the same level.

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

The Dragon Undead in front of them was conceived from a dragon's corpse. His soul was incomparably strong and even possessed his own exclusive name—Dragon Soul.

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

The soul in Ang's current body was definitely not as strong as this Dragon Undead, unless his true body was 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.

Undead have no physical bodies. For any directional attack, they can disperse their form, or disperse the point where the attack lands, to dodge the attack. The Dragon Undead did the same.

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

Looking down, the front end of the mental tentacle had turned into a large net, sticking to the 'underarm' part of his form.

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

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

The mental tentacle contracted, and a great force surged, pulling him toward Ang at high speed, grabbing him and smashing him around.

The Dragon Undead was a bit dazed the first time he was smashed to the ground, but he reacted by the second time. When he was swung up and about to be smashed a third time, his form waved, cutting off Ang's mental tentacle, and he opened his 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 the force of a landslide. Just the waves stirred up in front were enough to tear an ordinary soul to pieces.

But the person opposite wasn't an ordinary person. The Dragon Undead discovered that Ang opposite him just slightly arched his back and stood firmly, resisting the landslide-like soul impact.

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

"Eyes playing tricks? *Ku Ba Da*, I've stayed up too late. I haven't slept for years; I can't stay up like this in the future." The Dragon Undead muttered in his heart.

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

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

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

This left a deep impression on Negris because it was the only soul impact he had ever seen that had variation; it was as if everyone else's punch was a fist, but his punch was an awl.

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

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

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

Where he smashed, wisps of death aura rose, which meant the Dragon Undead had lost a part of his form.

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

As a Dragon Undead, he had great confidence in his Dragon Soul; even the scarecrow Scarecrow Wuga didn't dare to enter his territory.

The Temple of Knowledge was clearly built by the Monarch; why didn't Scarecrow Wuga dare to enter, only wandering outside? Because this was his territory.

But this guy who popped out inexplicably not only possessed strange attack methods, but his soul comparison was also not inferior to his. This was truly seeing an undead.

His retreat caused Ang to press forward. Soul Beam Impact! The scene repeated itself. Ang seemed to have remembered the 'grab and smash' Negris taught him; he grabbed him and smashed him around.

The Dragon Undead broke free, Ang impacted, grabbed him, and smashed him around. The Dragon Undead broke free again, Ang impacted again, and grabbed him and smashed him around. The ground was smashed with dense points of death aura; those were all things stuck off the Dragon Undead.

Ge Lei and the others watched, dumbfounded. Tiguli watched and suddenly whispered: "Principal, is fighting between you powerhouses... this strange?"

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

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

"I've seen some battle mages who fight directly lying on the ground to reduce their visual area. If it's a nearsighted enemy, it's not easy to even lock onto him 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, listening from the side, felt his old face turn red. This wasn't a choice between showing off skills and practicality, but that the lord didn't have the concept of looking good at all. If it was effective, let alone lying down, Ang could take his pelvic bone apart and fight again.

Facing this hooligan-style fighting, the Dragon Undead was very uncomfortable, as if he had stuck to a piece of taffy and couldn't shake it off.

He tried to pull away to reorganize his formation, but a soul impact beam and tentacles would swing over, and he couldn't pull away at all.

And his soul impact was resisted by the opponent arching his back slightly. It was too ghostly; clearly, Ang's soul wasn't stronger than his.

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

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

However, if he knew, he would probably kneel down on the spot. Being able to withstand his soul impact after projecting from another world—the opponent is the God of Undead!

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

Ang simultaneously swung out two mental tentacles, constantly sticking a piece off the smoke. Undead have no physical bodies; no matter which piece is lost, it is a part of his soul.

In this smoke state, he had no way to deal with it and could only retreat fiercely.

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

"Damn it, you all will—" The smoke aggregated and formed a humanoid creature with wings on its back. Just as it was about to angrily issue some kind of declaration, a beam of light shot out, sizzling on his body and interrupting the rest of his words.

"Ow!" The little angel waved her little hands and shouted excitedly. She finally caught the opportunity; just now, the Dragon Undead had been entangled by Ang and hadn't had a chance to attack.

The Dragon Undead let out a miserable scream, the holy light sizzling all over his body with smoke. This kind of holy light, which had collateral damage to undead creatures, was one of the few attacks that could make the dead feel pain, far more painful than being chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

The Dragon Undead was so angry he opened his mouth and roared at the little angel.

The little angel set 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.

"Firm 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. He saw the little angel suddenly open her eyes wide, the pupils in her eyes turning golden—Holy Spirit Pupils.

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

The wings behind her also opened 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, pulling up and down, pulling out the Archangel Staff.

Ang was projected over, and his strength was limited by this 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 continuously project power to her.

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

Supreme Holy Spirit, loading complete.

The little angel, with no expression on her face, pressed hard on the Archangel Staff and pushed forward.

Holy light pierced the darkness and illuminated the pitch-black cave.

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

The light wings sprayed light, pushing the little angel out, pressing the Archangel Staff to slash toward the Dragon Undead.

Supreme Holy Spirit, Six-Winged Archangel—that was an existence that could 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 projection 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, chasing after the little angel, but they didn't explode; instead, they merged into the little angel's body.

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

The head of the Archangel Staff was a design of wings folded together, flashy and fancy. Ordinary people wouldn't bear to use it to chop things, but if they were willing, it was a very handy axe.

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

The Archangel 'Axe' chopped the Dragon Undead into two halves, and the separated parts sizzled with smoke.

Having suffered heavy losses, the Dragon Undead no longer had the expansion he had when he first rushed out, shrinking his form and punching out.

With a loud *clang*, the little angel blocked his attack, but was still knocked back a few steps by him.

Just when the Dragon Undead was preparing to stop using those flashy techniques and fight seriously with a shrunk form, something swung onto his body again.

Looking down, it was a mental tentacle.

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

The Dragon Undead was going crazy. Dispersing his form was countered by the little angel, gathering his form was countered by Ang, and his soul impact couldn't break through Ang. He now regretted it extremely; he shouldn't have jumped out so rashly.

Run! After struggling to pull away the distance again, the Dragon Undead gritted his teeth, turned into a cloud of smoke, and quickly disappeared into the air.

White light flashed. Anthony held the Pope's scepter high, and a Flash spell illuminated the surrounding space, also illuminating a cloud of 'gas'. That cloud of gas was already floating toward the abyss direction.

Ang wiped out rows of holy light missiles, shooting after that cloud of 'gas', exploding into balls 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 his heart, floating 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 who countered him the most. A fluctuation in space could grind away a layer of his form, and even his screams weren't coherent. It was truly too miserable.

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

Grabbed back and smashed around.

A Dragon Undead dozens to hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary skeleton was forcibly whittled into a dying Dragon Soul, floating miserably there, not even letting out soul flames anymore.

"Tsk tsk tsk, too miserable. What's 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 fighting with them?"

I don't know if this question touched the Dragon Undead's sore spot, but he saw him 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 magics!"

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

As soon as Black Dragon was mentioned, Negris understood. Among so many varieties of dragons, black dragons were the best at melee combat. After they reached adulthood, their body length could reach fifty-something meters, and they had broad shoulders and long arms, completely different from the short-armed brass dragons.

Super strong magic resistance and hard scales and thick skin allowed 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 was sometimes very helpless.

But that was when they were alive. Being so stubborn even after dying—only black dragons would be so dead-brained.

The petrified dragon tied by the chains was a black dragon. This Dragon Soul considered himself a black dragon. Could it be a Dragon Undead reincarnated with memories from before death?

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

"Not a reincarnation? Then what kind of fart black dragon are you?" Negris said inexplicably.

Not a reincarnation, and having no inheritance relationship with the dragon corpse itself, essentially just a powerful undead dragon soul. What does it have to do with a black dragon?

Negris's words obviously touched the Dragon Soul's sore spot again. He angrily condensed a dragon head and roared: "You damn embryo dragon, you are the fart brass dragon."

"Good, good, good, I am the fart brass dragon." Negris was very patient with this Dragon Undead, as if looking at a stubborn junior: "So stubborn even after dying. If you say you aren't a black dragon, I wouldn't even believe it. If you like melee combat so much, why don't you reincarnate as a Black Knight?"

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

"Uh, you wouldn't have never seen a Reincarnation Altar, would you?" Speaking of Black Knights, the former Black Knight Emperor Anthony couldn't help it. The Reincarnation Altar that could reincarnate Black Knights was invented by him.

"No, how could a Reincarnation Altar reincarnate Black Knights? 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 he couldn't beat these guys, he would definitely jump out and beat these people up.

Anthony said with a smile: "Coincidentally, I happen to know the secret technique that can reincarnate Black Knights. Dragon Soul Knight? Just thinking about it is exciting, right? Do you want to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Knight and unleash your claws and teeth to your heart's content?"