Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 298 Sunburst

High in the sky, Nemesis spread its wings and hovered above the thunderstorm clouds. The protective runes remaining on the tips of its dragon claws bounced back all of Abronris' lightning.

"Little lizard, your lightning is more rigid than the smile of a lich." Nemesis tapped his tail lightly, and the magic ball turned into a twelve-sided prism barrier that instantly enveloped the blue dragon. Abronris's breath refracted infinitely between the mirrors, and finally turned into a rainbow waterfall pouring over his head, and green smoke with a caramel smell came out from the gaps in the dragon scales.

The blue dragon's face was gloomy: "Illusion? Aren't you a scroll dragon?"

Nemesis sneered: "Do you think the Scroll Dragon is a fool who only knows prophecy and spells?"

The blue dragon swung its tail hammer furiously, and the portal in the sandstorm condensed into three pseudo dragons of 40 meters in size. As a rare magic genius among blue dragons, Abron Reiss is very proficient in both energy and spells.

"Fake dragon? Are you going to use this thing against me?" Nemesis laughed. Although these big guys look extremely powerful, in fact, they are not as powerful as Basu's corrupted armor knight when combined.

He tapped three times lightly, and three consecutive instant [Malicious Transfiguration] transformed the three pseudo-dragons into sheep, which fell from thousands of miles in the sky and were smashed into meat paste.

"Are there any other means?" Nemesis asked leisurely.

The power storage cavity in Abronris' throat was as bright as day, brewing a plasma torrent that was enough to evaporate mountains. But this time, Nemesis didn't even try to hide. After all these years of training, he was already immune to this level of plastic energy attacks.

Seeing that his terrifyingly powerful breath was just like a breeze blowing on the opponent, Abronris widened his eyes. How could the defense of this scroll dragon be so outrageous?
Nemesis's dragon wings drew a trajectory in the sky, and the runes on the scales all over its body lit up with a deep blue light due to the rapid gushing of magic power.

"Let's review the principles of star birth, Abronris." Nemesis' voice was scorching, and a strong sense of danger surrounded the blue dragon.

Nemesis's dragon language chanting turned into materialized rune chains, nailing Abronris to death in the air. The blue dragon struggled to spit out plasma, but the Tome Dragon used its tail tip to lightly tap it into countless small glowing sparks.

When the terrible spell was about to be completed, Nemesis' eyes lit up with supernova-like brilliance. He overlapped his front paws to form a seal, and the sand within a radius of ten miles suddenly floated into a Dyson sphere-like geometric structure, with each facet refracting light energy of different wavelengths.

Eighth-ring Shaping Spell——【Sunburst】!!

"Warning, warning, revised protocol initiated--" The alarm of the Tower Spirit's Scarlet Eye was submerged in the energy tide, "The magic network is overloaded, execute the first"

The formation process of [Sunburst] overturned all common sense of magic. The power of shaping after being amplified by the power gem seemed to have unlocked the secrets of physics. An extremely tiny point appeared.

In an instant, everything fell silent, and the blazing white light filled the shadows in the desert.

Abronris's eyeballs were the first to carbonize, and the blue dragon was horrified to find that his lightning energy was being converted into fusion fuel. When Nemesis uttered the last arcane syllable, a 300-foot-diameter ball of light bloomed in front of the blue dragon's chest - it was energy compressed to a critical point.

The blue dragon's scales reached 0.03 Kelvin in 6000 seconds, and the liquid metal-like dragon blood evaporated into cobalt blue steam before it even dripped. The ionized sand crystals formed a micrometeorite belt, tearing the blue dragon's wings into a charred skeleton.

A pure white light column with a diameter of half a mile penetrated the sky and earth, with a regular dodecahedron lattice structure floating on its surface. Every corner was emitting rainbow-colored particle streams, cutting the sandstorm clouds passing by into regular cubic gas blocks. The broken armor of the Iron Jaw Fortress soldiers on the ground was suspended in it, like insects sealed in amber, and the metal appeared strangely translucent in the absolute light. The shock wave spreading in a ring shape on the periphery appeared as a liquid light wave, and the air wave condensed in its front rushed away everything that stood in its way with an unparalleled momentum. The earth trembled, the sound was silent, and everything was filled with endless white light.

"Boom——" the sound finally appeared.

The sky-high explosion destroyed everything. Although the spell was cast at a high altitude, the violent explosion even affected the ground ten kilometers below. More than twenty living furnaces were running at full capacity, and the temporary mana shield of the Scarlet Spire barely blocked the aftermath of the spell.

But Abronris, who was at the center of the explosion, was not so lucky.

Everything that fell from the sky turned into ashes except the hard dragon skull.

"Well, it's quite powerful." Nemesis smacked his lips, his eyes showing satisfaction. This spell was probably the largest range-destructive weapon he could cast at this stage.

When viewed alone, the power of this spell is obviously not as strong as that of the Distorted Eye, or even other eight-ring single-target spells. It couldn't even destroy the skull of a blue dragon. However, on the battlefield, it is an unstoppable weapon of destruction.

Just look at the Ironjaw Fortress soldiers and undead creatures that were turned to ashes.

In the unknown darkness, the moment the entropy prism exploded in Brave's palm, the ghost prince's usually pale cheeks flushed with a sickly red. Three prism fragments pierced his fingers, and dark purple blood dripped along the lines of Shar's holy emblem, etching a distorted crying face on the sand.

"The calculation error exceeds 400%." ​​He mechanically repeated the terminology of the Ghost City Staff. The last image sent by the Shadow Golem was still burning on his retina.

The power is comparable to the explosion of a legendary spell. According to the calculations of the intelligent tower spirit, there is an eighty percent chance that it is an enhanced version of the eighth-ring spell [Sun Flame Explosion].

but how is this possible
The defeat of Ironjaw Fortress was like an absurd drama. Through the remaining monitoring array, Brave saw Lord Grumak being dragged away by his personal guards. The Dark Sun Holy Symbol melted into lead in the strong light, dripping on the back of the Lord's neck, leaving a charred blasphemous mark. Zhentarim soldiers scattered like worker ants whose nests were destroyed. A priest with a broken leg was using the Holy Pawn of Cyric as a tourniquet - the black blood seeping from the pages mixed with the embers of the curse fire, crawling on the ground to form the ancient word "lie".

"Mission failed. According to calculations, the success rate of defeating the dragon is only around 17.86%." The shadow golem next to Braif spoke stiffly.

The ghost prince dug his nails deep into his palms. He remembered his father, Telramant Tanshul, who warned him before he left: "Remember, we can afford to lose the battle, but we cannot afford to lose the knowledge." The power displayed by Nemesis in the mushroom cloud was more strategically valuable than the curse fire at this moment.

"Activate the Shadow Cocoon Protocol." Brave gave orders to the three remaining shadow golems, his voice returning to its flat metallic texture. "Prioritize collecting samples of arcane aurora on the battlefield and disguise them as natural magical phenomena." He took off the broken Entropy Prism and used his shadow tentacles to reassemble the fragments into a recording device. The vibration curve of the magic web when Nemesis cast the spell was flashing between the fragments at a frequency of millions of times per second.

When the last batch of shadow golems dived into the sea of ​​sand, the ghost prince looked in the direction of the ruins of the scarlet spire. Nemesis was walking on the glassy battlefield, his dragon claws occasionally picking up fragments of the Zhentarim emblem from the molten sand crystals, as casually as a child collecting shells. Ulmu followed behind him, and the curse fire condensed into a star map model in the boy's palm.

"We'll meet again, Scroll Dragon." Brave suddenly laughed, his shadow robe fluttering in the radiation wind. He tore off the skin on his left face that was burned by the sun's flames in the prism, revealing the dark silver fluid flowing underneath: "Next time, I'll be prepared for everything."

(End of this chapter)