great-warnovel Chapter 489 Air Combat Concludes
Chapter 489 Air Combat Concludes
Chapter 489 Air Combat Concludes
The dragon's mournful cry once again echoed throughout the dragon-fighting arena.
This time it's the stone's belly.
Under the relentless hammering of the earth golem, the rock dragon finally gave out and collapsed to the ground.
Its exterior appeared relatively intact, though its rocky outer shell was badly broken. The real fatal wound was in its brain; the continuous, powerful blunt force blows had turned its brain almost into mush.
Lava flowed uncontrollably from the dragon's mouth, like saliva.
Levi was somewhat exhausted, his face pale. He manipulated the golem, lifting himself high up and sitting on its head, overlooking the entire dragon arena.
At this moment, the Tree Bee Dragon, the Long-Nosed Dragon, and the Stone Belly Dragon have all been defeated and killed.
The fungal dragon, being devoured by the swarm of rats, was no longer recognizable as a dragon and clearly wouldn't last much longer; meanwhile, the sounds of battle emanating from within the green mist were growing weaker and weaker, as if the outcome was about to be decided.
The only remaining uncertainties, besides the Black Death and Krum still dogfighting in the sky, are the Protein Lizard, who is feigning death.
"Porter stole the final blow from Frostthroat Nose! This means that one warrior will inevitably miss out on the kill!"
The commentators were shouting loudly.
"And Miss Hibiscus clearly hasn't lost her fighting ability despite the lizard's sneak attack! With the support of Beauxbaton-style saturation first aid, she's still fighting the Stom warriors for the final victory!"
"However, this young lady's alchemy skills are truly astonishing; she can already independently produce most of Beauxbatons' star products!"
Just as he was marveling at it, Strom also became ruthless.
He no longer hesitated to use magic; with the flapping of the Thunderbird's wings, a violent storm gathered and formed in the air.
This wasn't extra Thunderbird electricity he borrowed, but a weather spell activated by his own magic.
This magic, easy to learn but difficult to master, requires an extremely high level of magical power, far surpassing the level of Hermione and Dumbledore; at best, it's just an indoor weather toy.
With the support of the Thunderbird's wings, the thunderclouds he summoned actually looked quite spectacular.
The lightning bolt struck down hastily without much preparation, but it wasn't sure if it could break through the protein lizard's feigned death shell, since the power of lightning might not be stronger than the explosion of the alchemical bomb.
At the same time, Furong, whose face was deathly pale, also made her move.
She knelt on the Arc de Triomphe and reached out to control the magic circle. The copper needles scattered throughout the Dragon Arena connected to form a magic circle. Under the stab of the emergency saber, her magic power boiled and went berserk. She poured all of this magic power into the transmutation circle.
"Extraction!"
Unlike the usual approach of wizards, she did not choose to break the tortoise shell from the outside, but instead used the protein lizard as a material on the alchemy table.
The fire dragon, in a state of suspended animation, had no will to resist the transmutation. In a flash of lightning, a large amount of dragon blood shot out from the gaps in its scales at an extremely fast speed.
Under the influence of the alchemy array, the dragon blood gathered in mid-air, forming a huge blood mass.
At the same time, Talon's lightning strike also arrived.
A deafening roar shook the earth, and after a burst of brilliant white light, the shriveled, loosened corpse of the protein lizard appeared before everyone.
Its blood had been drained, and it had been struck by a violent lightning strike; it was beyond dead.
"The dust has settled! The attacks of the two warriors arrived simultaneously!" the commentator shouted.
"But who actually killed the protein lizard? We can't determine that yet; we'll have to wait for the judges to review the replay from the magic camera before making a decision!"
After completing the final alchemy ritual, Hibiscus finally collapsed on the Arc de Triomphe, unable to hold on any longer. She didn't even have the strength to contain the precious dragon blood, and could only let the blood fall to the ground.
Despite being severely injured, she still managed to squeeze out a large amount of magic power to use the transmutation array, and her spirit had basically reached its limit.
However, for now, there's almost no need for fighting anymore.
Under M'Falme's watchful eye, Harry ultimately decided against continuing to try and kill the fungal dragon, allowing the mushroom-covered rats to gnaw the dragon down to its skeleton.
The green mist of Castorbshe finally dissipated, revealing the Acid-Corroded Poison Fang Dragon covered in pustules, black blood flowing from its seven orifices, its death a gruesome sight before everyone.
However, Yaguali, who made the decisive choice to eat alone, was also in bad shape. There was a large area of corrosion on her back, and her legs and face were covered with abrasions of all sizes. Clearly, she had paid a heavy price to prevent the Venomous Fang Dragon from breaking out of the green mist.
"Right now, only the Black Reaper in the sky and the Krum Warriors remain in the fight!"
The person sent from the referee's seat whispered a few words to the commentator.
He then shouted into the microphone, "After unanimous deliberation by the referees, it has been decided to send out the medical team first to treat the other warriors. Now, let's focus on Viktor's magnificent aerial performance!"
Medical personnel quickly flew into the arena to treat the wounded and examine the uninjured warriors.
The dragon trainers and UMNO staff cleaned up the remains of the dragons in the area and restored the damaged site and buildings.
Surprisingly, the Arc de Triomphe was completely undamaged, but the wizards didn't care about the Muggle's ancient architecture.
At this moment, the audience's attention was drawn to the battle in the sky.
Krum and Black Death were the first pair to enter the battle, but they were the last to finish.
You can't blame him for that; after all, it's not a wise choice to fight in the opponent's area of expertise.
Krum's nuclear crossbow is already the most advanced modified broomstick in the UMNO air force, with superior speed and performance.
However, the wizard's physical body limited the maximum speed of his flying broom; it could never break the speed of sound, while the Black Death could.
Krum had been maneuvering with his opponent in the air for nearly half an hour thanks to his unparalleled flying skills, which was quite remarkable in Charlie's eyes.
However, that's not enough. In terms of battle time alone, Krum is currently the one who is lagging behind the most. Among the seven warriors, he is the only one who has not yet finished the battle.
But the Black Death is indeed the strongest fire dragon on par with the Ferocious Tree Bee. Not only does it possess extremely high flight speed, but its dragon skin also has ridiculously high resistance to spells.
Most of Krum's tactics, when employed, failed to make any significant impact.
"Didn't you teach him any special techniques? He doesn't seem to be doing very well," Hermione asked Grindelwald, tilting her head.
Aside from his exceptional flying skills, Viktor has almost no other notable achievements.
However, before the old man could answer, Ms. Rozier became somewhat displeased.
"He just wanted to show off as much as possible. I don't think the rules include judging based on battle duration?"
Hermione shrugged, exchanged a smile with McGonagall, and realized that Harry had already secured first place in this round, so she wasn't angry about her old rival's breach of his defenses.
Meanwhile, in the sky, Krum continued to unleash more curses and curses to weaken the Black Reaper.
Compared to the enormous fire dragon, his combination with the nuclear crossbow was like a weak mosquito, running and changing direction constantly as he was being pursued.
The result of the stalemate that has lasted for nearly half an hour since the start of the fight is that the evil curse he has been casting on the Black Death has finally become strong enough.
As the black fire dragon now flies, its wings and tail leave behind dark, muddy trails, as if those curses, like maggots clinging to bones, are slowly trying to seep into its body.