Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 39 The Dominator

"puff!!"

Uonnos's body fell heavily to the ground, and the earth even shook. He lay on the ground, spitting blood, with a large dent in his chest.

"How the hell did you get out?" Wuongnos asked weakly.

The figure walking slowly in the distance was Saurfang. He turned his wrists as if he was stretching his muscles.

“You’ll know when you go to the Nine Hells, dark-skinned bastard.” Saurfang gave a hideous smile.

His thigh muscles tensed, and then with a force, he rushed towards Uronus quickly in the dust. His fist was getting closer and closer, and he had already seen the joyful scene of tearing the drow apart with his bare hands.

But Wuongnos just looked at him mockingly without any action.

"How. How is it possible!"

Saurfang looked at his fist in shock. The hateful face of Uronus was just a few meters away, but his body seemed out of control.

Unable to move, no, my whole body was actively trying to move away from Zhuo Er.

Wuongnos raised one hand with great effort, and in his hand was an exquisite scroll that had been torn into pieces.

Sixth-ring protective spell [Anti-biological force field].

Saurfang tried his best to break free from the restraints, but he could hardly get close to the other party. Under the influence of the spell, he couldn't get close to the other party at all.

The staff in Uronos's hand emitted a black light, and a smell of decay and decay blew over Saurfang's body.

Fifth-ring necromancy spell—[Wave of Fatigue].

Saurfang quickly pulled his hand back and tried to dodge, but the aura had already stained his body, and his body became exhausted under the effect of the curse.

The necromancer raised his fingers tremblingly, his magic power rapidly boiling, his blood-stained white hair fluttered in the air, and he chanted the spell word by word.

“Alfago Dastroey Sakjlumando”

A spot of green concentrated at his fingertips, like rebirth, like destruction, it was the ever-changing destructive force.

Sixth-ring transformation spell——[Disintegration]!
"boom!!"

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion. Flames that shot up into the sky engulfed his body. Then lightning, ice, and a catastrophe-like energy frenzy bombarded him one after another.

In the wild magical fluctuations, there was the last ordinary green ray shot from the fingertips of Uronos, and Saurfang, who was hit by the ray, and his body was constantly reborn and then destroyed, and finally turned into ashes.

Nemesis in the sky waited nervously for the smoke to dissipate, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the mage's body had been destroyed to the point where not a trace was left.

That's right, he didn't expect Saurfang to defeat Uronos from the beginning.

All he needed was a bait, a bait that he could use to ensure that the other party would not have the chance to use any instant death spells on him.

Even if Saurfang didn't kill him, as long as he forced him to recite the spell, he would take the opportunity to use his psychic powers to bombard him.

What if the other party is concerned about the potential danger and dares not cast a spell?
Then when the duration of the [Anti-Biological Field] ends, the angry Saurfang will naturally tear it apart brutally, and Nemesis will not risk attacking, but wait patiently.

From the moment Saurfang successfully ambushed him, Uronos was doomed to die.

Unfortunately, Saurfang was hit head-on by [Disintegration] and died instantly. Even the warrior's paragon power - [Super-Regeneration] could not save him.

Nemesis breathed a sigh of relief. The power of a high-level mage was too strong. If it weren't for the brainless orc Saurfang acting as a shield, he would never get close to the other party even if he was beaten to death.

But now, everything is over. He looked back at the ground with ease. The orcs were almost all dead, but the dark elves still had one or two hundred shadow swords, leading an army of nearly a thousand undead creatures and monsters.

Although his spiritual energy was reduced to only one third due to frequent [space jumps] and [energy cones], he still had a large number of spell slots.

As a spellcaster, he would never allow himself to run out of mana.

Nemesis landed slowly on the ground. The death of Uonnos seemed to have frightened most of the dark elf army. They looked at the silver dragon with fear but did not dare to attack.

The memory of two dragons wreaking havoc on the battlefield just hours ago was still fresh in their minds.

Nemesis' eyes glowed. Now it was time to collect the spoils.

He let out an earth-shaking roar, and the might of the dragon ravaged the battlefield. All creatures stopped except for the undead creatures that went berserk because of the death of Uronus.

"Listen, bugs, now let's play a game."

A burst of hot air spurted out of Nemesis' nostrils, and his dark yellow vertical pupils were filled with cruelty.

"I'll give you five minutes to escape. After five minutes, anyone who hasn't escaped from my sight will die!"

The dark elves looked at each other without taking any action, while the goblins and orcs fled in fear.

"Don't move, don't run! You lowly slaves, damn fools, he's just a young dragon, there's nothing for us to be afraid of with so many of us!"

Instead of facing the threat, some greedy dark elves took out whips to intimidate the slaves and prevent them from escaping.

Nemesis laughed strangely, and a yellow halo rose in his eyes.

Those troublesome dark elves froze in place under his control, and then they took out their swords and cut their own necks again and again.

The strength in his body was getting weaker and weaker as the blood flowed, and it took the dark elves more than ten seconds to cut off his head.

Several heads that fell to the ground stared at the rest of the people with unwilling and fearful eyes. The remaining dark elves were frightened and screamed wildly.

What a horrible, evil scene.

At least in their perception, there is no magic in this world that can make people cut off their own heads voluntarily. That is the devil. No, even the devil can't do that!
The army fell into chaos, the dark elves began to flee under the threatening gaze of the dragon, and the monsters, without a master to control them, also fell into panic.

Nemesis shook his head as he looked at the Shadow Swords who wanted to escape. But they couldn't all run away, as he was planning to use them to replace his personal troops.

Yes, in Nemesis's vision, in the future his mental power will be focused on controlling sufficiently powerful creatures to serve as his personal followers.

Rather than those monsters that are consumables.

In a flash, more than thirty level five Shadow Sword Drow hiding in the city and one hundred gnolls hundreds of kilometers away all received the order.

They ended their lives in a clean and decisive manner.

Nemesis turned to the fleeing shadow swords, and the huge mental power broke into their inner world with a domineering attitude.

In an instant, fifty carefully selected level six shadow sword warriors stopped in place under his control, knelt on one knee in a humble manner, and greeted their master.

The scroll dragon floated in front of them and nodded with satisfaction. It was completely invisible that he had just ended the lives of hundreds of creatures in an instant.

The power to manipulate other people's minds at will is simply too strong, and the endless slaughter on the two battlefields also refreshed his cognition.

Today, Nemesis has slowly begun to get used to his role as the master who decides the fate of others.

(End of this chapter)