Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 282: The Blue Dragon with a Strong Appearance but a Weak Body

"Quiet." The silver dragon looked at old Akbar with dissatisfaction. This human was so jumpy. They were just a group of lizardmen. What was there to be afraid of?

Old Akbar shut his mouth in embarrassment. Yes, he had forgotten that this extremely scary-looking dragon was here. They were just a bunch of lizardmen. What could they do?

But it's not his fault. The Ethiopian Lizardmen are a very dangerous race in the Anaconda Desert. They live in the Azhhart Mountains in the east of the desert, which is where they are now. These evil and cruel people will capture all creatures that pass by and enjoy their delicious flesh and blood.

In the desert, the only existence that these lawless Ethiopian lizardmen fear is the blue dragon, which stands at the top of the food chain.

The old man who had lived for more than seventy years immediately realized that he had to demonstrate his worth in front of the giant dragon in order to gain its protection and survive from the hands of the Ethiopian lizardmen.

Therefore, even at the critical moment when the Ethiopian lizards were right in front of him, he still smiled and said to the dragon: "Great dragon, although I, old Akbar, am not the most knowledgeable guide in the entire desert, I am one of the best. My grandfather once spent his entire life studying the strange phenomenon of sand singing. I have a lot of information about this phenomenon in my family."

As Old Akbar spoke, he hoped that his guess was correct. Judging from the dragon's performance just now, the other party should be very interested in "Sand Singing".

Sure enough, after hearing what Akbar said, Nemesis nodded and said lightly, "Don't run around. I will come back to ask you after I deal with these lowly lizards."

Akbar was ecstatic, but when he glanced at the little boy beside him, he froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Great dragon, I wonder if I can bring my baby with me."

Nemesis glanced at the little boy and said noncommittally, "It's up to you."

Akbar quickly took Ulm to the feet of Nemesis. Seeing this, the other survivors also began to move, but they retreated under the dragon's cold and ruthless gaze.

Nemesis lightly raised his dragon claw and pointed it at the lizardman in the distance. A ball of pale phosphorous fire suddenly exploded from his fingertips. In an instant, the light in the entire desert began to distort - countless green spots floated above the yellow sand, as if tens of millions of rotten fireflies had drilled out from the ground and gathered into a surging vortex.

Six-ring necromancy spell——[Instant Death Cloud]!
The poisonous cloud emerged like a living thing. It was not ordinary mist at all, but a dead entity as viscous as liquid jade, with purple-black bubbles rolling on its surface. A skull-shaped vortex appeared faintly in the depths of the cloud, and every time the bubbles burst, a translucent face of a vengeful spirit would emerge from the mist, screaming.

As soon as the charging lizardmen warriors stepped onto the top of the dune, their scales began to smoke the moment the green mist touched them. The leader who was charging in the front suddenly stiffened, and his golden vertical pupils shrank rapidly - his bronze scimitar was rusting into slag at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fingertips began to carbonize into black powder that drifted away in the wind.

The terrified roars of the troops in the rear were swallowed up by the rolling poisonous cloud. The dark green wave was like a conscious giant python, accurately entangling every reptile that tried to escape.

A strange dance of death was being performed on the sand: a strong lizardman warrior knelt on the ground and scratched his throat, fluorescent green pus and blood oozing out from under his scales; as soon as the shaman's staff lit up with a protective red light, the entire arm turned into white bones; the young ones twitched in the mother's charred abdomen and melted into a bituminous substance before they hit the ground.

In the area swept by the poisonous cloud, even the cacti withered into gray-white sculptures within three seconds and shattered into powder in the hot wind.

The huge wave of death cloud swept away two-thirds of the Lizardmen warriors. Among the thousands of extremely ferocious Lizardmen, only a few hundred lucky ones were left, and each of them was terrified and screamed, trying to escape.

But unfortunately, their Overseer would not allow it.

A dazzling blue torrent of lightning fell from the sky, piercing through several fleeing lizardmen like a spear. With a "boom", a strong current flowed through the lizardmen's bodies, and their bodies instantly became stiff, with fear and despair in their eyes. Then, the lizardmen's bodies began to smoke, their skin was charred, and they emitted a pungent smell.

Nemesis raised his lips, and his mood suddenly improved. It seems that the [Troubled Demon Star], which has not been restocked for a long time, will have new materials today.

"Damned slave, those who escape will die!!" A roar came from the sky, and a blue dragon slightly smaller than Nemesis fell from the sky with flapping wings. He glared at Nemesis fiercely, and stiffened for a moment when he saw the other's body slightly larger than his own, but then looked over with a more determined and fierce look.

It's just a silver dragon, not much stronger than me. I am strong enough to defeat him!
The simple-minded and strong-limbed Plaston did not realize at this time that the silver dragon opposite him, which was slightly smaller than the old silver dragon, was actually a petite scroll dragon.

If he knew that the 100-meter-long dragon in front of him was a scroll dragon, he probably wouldn't be so confident.

"Who are you?" Nemesis asked leisurely.

When Plaston heard this, he became furious: "You ask who I am?! Ten years ago, you killed my beloved in this desert, and now you ask me who I am?!!"

Nemesis frowned, thinking carefully about when he had ever separated a couple.
Could it be.
"Wangmula?" Nemesis asked tentatively.

Plaston shouted: "You are not worthy to call her name!"

Nemesis sighed, it’s true.

These blue dragons are also strange. One by one, they rush to him to serve as raw materials for making hellfire dragons. Do they think their lives are too long?
While Plaston was still cursing, Nemesis chanted a spell in a low voice, and a huge amount of magic power surged out. Even someone as thick-skinned as Plaston felt something was wrong at this moment.

Eighth-ring conjuration spell——[Deadly Lava]!
At the moment of lava eruption, the hot gas of thousands of degrees Celsius tore the rock layer first. The sandstone under the Lizardman charge array changed phase, and the quartz crystals melted into glassy substances within 0.3 seconds. The dodecahedral rune matrix suspended by Nemesis' fingertips exploded, and the energy of the earth veins poured into the earth's crust along the fault fissures. The entire five-kilometer-circle desert was like a pressure cooker lid that had been lifted.

The blue dragon's wing membrane automatically adjusted to a thirty-degree angle of attack under the impact of the heat wave, and ionized gas was ejected from the gaps between the scales to offset the updraft.

The remaining Lizardmen on the ground were experiencing the purgatory of material phase change - their keratin scales did not burn directly when they came into contact with the lava flow, but instead developed stress cracks due to the drastic temperature difference, and boiling blood spurted out of the cracks into scarlet steam.

The lava flow showed non-Newtonian fluid characteristics, and the front end was advancing at a speed of 8 kilometers per hour. The Lizardman scout captain tried to block it with a fine gold shield, but the moment the shield surface touched the magma, it triggered an aluminum thermite reaction, and the 1500℃ iron olivine magma directly vaporized the outer layer of the shield.

In the collapsed formation, groups of warriors were wrapped in the sticky magma. Their bones made popcorn-like crisp sounds as the calcium decomposed, and eventually formed groups of floating carbonized skeletons on the surface of the magma.

Plaston let out a huge roar, and the sonic boom caused by the dragon's roar plowed grooves on the surface of the lava, exposing the unsolidified magma river below - the peridotite phenocrysts floating in the dark red fluid were like the devil's eye in the galaxy of hell.

"Damn you, you dare to sneak attack?!"

Plaston looked at the scene on the ground that was raging like a volcanic eruption, and his heart skipped a beat. He did not understand magic, but the blue dragon's natural magic inheritance also allowed him to understand common sense of magic.

Can an old silver dragon really exert such terrifying spell power?
What a joke!
Plaston, who looked strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside, felt that he was in a difficult situation.

He wanted to escape, but Blue Dragon, who was used to showing off his dominance, didn't want to lose face in such a humiliating way.

(End of this chapter)