Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 401

Chapter 401: 419 Frostfire_1
Unknowingly, the number of Magic Guards flying in the air had reached a terrifying figure.

Moreover, their strength seemed quite impressive, and such a number and level of spellcasters would have been considered a powerful force in any country.

If their opponent at this moment was not Otto and Purgatory City, but an ordinary human-like nation, these Magic Guards alone could probably destroy a country.

However, in general national forces, any one of these Magic Guards would’ve become an honored guest of a kingdom or even a court mage.

But here, they were merely insignificant bit players.

Furthermore, upon discovering that their opponents were a horde of hideous, huge Undead Dragons, some Magic Guards even began to lose heart.

They were all talents from the Western Empire and surrounding countries, all had bright futures ahead of them, and naturally, did not wish to waste their lives here recklessly.

Moreover, they joined the Magic Guards not because of noble reasons like Stania, but simply for the exquisite equipment and timely payment of allowances.

That wasn’t enough to buy their loyalty or lives.

However, due to the contracts signed when they joined the Magic Guards, they had no right to refuse Chris’s orders. Reluctantly, they flew out of Stania with grim faces, ready to meet the enemies.

But even as they unwillingly did so, they each had their own little schemes in mind.

They were all clever people, and often, the cleverer they were, the more trouble they could cause.

The saying “Let your friends die rather than yourself” was universal in this world, but no one would want to become that friend.

Thus, the current scene unfolded.

Although a large number of Magic Guards flew out of Stania under Chris’s urging, with Light Body Skill and Flight Skill spells added, they still hovered around the Floating City.

Except for some stubbornly honest guys, no one wanted to take the initiative to attack.

And those stubborn guys, with their strength and numbers, were naturally no match for the ferocious Undead Dragons.

It didn’t take long before, accompanied by wailing screams, the stubborn guys were torn to pieces by the enraged Undead Dragons.

“Roar!”

At this moment, Otto, who was at the bottom enduring the bombardment of the Cannon of Truth, let out another earth-shaking roar. At his urging, the Undead Dragons responded with angry howls.

Frostfire took the lead, his entire body burning with ghostly blue cold flames, looking like a blue thunderbolt as he rapidly approached Stania.

“Foolish humans, feel the wrath of my master!”

In no time, Frostfire had reached the height where the Magic Guards were gathered. He took a deep breath, and a vast amount of blue flames quickly gathered in his mouth.

Knowing that the breath weapon was often the most potent attack technique of a dragon, those spellcasters who could be Magic Guards were no ordinary people.

Since they knew this, they couldn’t let Frostfire unleash his breath weapon with ease.

Some Magic Guards looked at each other and nodded. They raised their magic wands and began to chant complex and unintelligible spells in unison.

Belonging to the same Mage’s Spire, the Magic Guards tried their best to cast spells together. Although their power was considerable, facing such an opponent as Frostfire was like facing a weak ant.

Finally, a group of Magic Guards completed their spell before Frostfire’s breath weapon was unleashed.

“Boom!”

A thick dark cloud quickly gathered above Frostfire’s head, followed by continuous thunder and lightning.

With a thunderous burst, a thick lightning bolt struck Frostfire’s spine, causing an explosive impact that nearly dissipated the flames brewing in his mouth.

Being able to cast such a powerful spell in such a short time, the Magic Guards’ magical accomplishments were indeed extraordinary.

Even while casting spells together, if Frostfire hadn’t been so powerful, that one lightning pillar would have been enough to bring him down.

But fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held on.

Before the Magic Guards’ next round of attack, his breath weapon was ready.

“Roar!”

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, a dense blue flame erupted from Frostfire’s mouth, sweeping across the area where the Magic Guards were gathered in a wide fan shape.

“Quick! Evade and prepare a Mana Barrier!”

Since a majority of the magic power from Stania was allocated to the Cannon of Truth, this not only caused the Floating City’s flight altitude to drop significantly, but also rendered Stania’s strongest magical barrier practically useless, unable to protect the city’s safety anymore.

Therefore, at this moment, the Magic Guards could only rely on their own skills to protect their lives against the ferocious dragon’s breath.

Either they added various support spells to increase their chances of successfully dodging, or they mobilized all their magical power or cooperated with their comrades to erect one Mana Barrier after another in front of them.

But in most cases, the lucky ones who were targeted by Frostfire’s breath could barely change their tragic fate, no matter how hard they tried.

Before dying in a freak accident, Frostfire was a renowned powerful Ancient Dragon, with unfathomable strength.

Although his strength had declined significantly after being transformed into an Undead Dragon, he was still far stronger than the average legendary powerhouse.

Naturally, his attacks could not be stopped by these young spellcasters, who were powerful but not yet legendary.

As his breath weapon rampaged, wails and cries of distress came from the Magic Guards one after another.

“Ah, I’m burning! It’s so hot… no, it’s so cold!”

“Damn it! Why isn’t my fire-resistant spell effective?”

“Help! I’m frozen!”

Such cries were not uncommon. Just after a round of Frostfire’s breath, many Magic Guards screamed as they fell from the sky.

Some, with better luck, landed directly on Stania’s platform, only breaking a leg and screaming in pain while holding their wounds.

However, the more unfortunate ones either fell onto the sharp structures of the Mage’s Spire and were impaled, or directly avoided the Floating City of Stania, plummeting straight to the ground, leaving only their screams piercing the sky.

But in many cases, before they even hit the ground, they were torn to pieces by the Undead Dragons that flew up.