Chapter 1126 Blood Titan

Manhab couldn't believe that a mixed army of elves and lizardmen could bypass Khalida's obstruction and attack Lahmia from Lalabath.

If it was just a tentative military action, warning Lahmia and Nikolaichi not to interfere in the affairs of Nagashza would be fine.

But the army attacking Lahmia flew the banner of Caledor Fire Dragon, not the Sun Dawn of Dawnhold, nor the towering temple of Dragonbone Wasteland, but the battle flag of the ruler of the Dragon Kingdom.

Prince Caledor, son of the Phoenix King, will surely receive the title of Dragon Lord Draknir...

The only thing to be thankful for is that the Phoenix King himself did not go out, otherwise Manhab would immediately abandon the defense of Lahmia and flee to the World's Edge Mountains.

The events of Kislev have told the Midnight Nobles how much the Elven Lord hates vampires. If necessary, he will wash away all darkness with blood and fire.

The corpse king, covered in black air, dragged his broken body and walked out of the temple. The soul fire in his empty eye sockets was dimming and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

"Master, the artillery stopped attacking."

Normally, middle-level officers have the obligation to make reasonable suggestions to the commander, but the undead do not have this consciousness.

The master makes the decision and the servant obeys the order. This is the silent world of the dead, without personal will.

Manhabo, wrapped in a black robe, said he knew it and infused the wind of death into the corpse king. As long as there is a constant supply of bodies and death, vampires can be said to be the most powerful troublemakers.

If the attack of a hundred dragons was not too hasty, resulting in the lack of response ability of the Lahmia vampires who originally regarded the Tomb King as their imaginary enemy, Manhabo would be confident that he would push the elves out of the desert in the battle of the city wall, instead of defending the temple now.

"How many troops do we have left?"

"Seventy soul-binding knights, and the rest are mostly grave demons and ghouls." The necromancer in the body of a scorpion responded to his master's words. He didn't want to die, not now, and not in the future.

Manhabo took a "deep" breath. Now he had no choice but to release the protective barrier. The elves' losses were terribly low. Mages proficient in the wind of Aksha could easily destroy the recyclable corpses, leaving the vampires with no way to replenish their troops.

"Activate the Blood Thunder Titan!"

The necromancer was stunned and said hesitantly: "But we haven't figured out how the Titan works yet... Activating it rashly may cause a counter-effect."

"It doesn't matter. As long as the Titan can delay for some time, it will be considered a success."

Under the master's command, the sacred creations desecrated by the vampires slowly broke away from the wall. Each sacred Titan was the face of the gods, announcing the destruction of the enemy in a hideous and solemn atmosphere.

This Titan, with bright red inscriptions all over its body, is the result of hundreds of years of work by Nicolachi. The relationship between vampires and the Funeral Cult is extremely bad. Even Arkhan is unwilling to tell the secrets of Nehekhara to the lowly twisted creations. Except for Neferata, who has some Ushabites due to her status as queen, few vampires dare to put their minds on the Nehekhara structure.

It appeared from the ground with a violent shake. Every movement of the Holy Titan was like walking on a hill. Its huge body of more than 30 meters was no less than that of a giant.

The scales that judged the souls of the dead turned into a magical instrument filled with blood under the blasphemy of the vampires. With the shaking of the Tomb Titan, it dripped around the temple. Groups of red ghosts emitting evil thoughts emerged from the bloodstains, eager to tell the living about their past pain.

The elves watched the blood stains on their armor, and the originally shining magic runes immediately dimmed. The undead who were in a state of decline became more sinister under the blessing of the blood titan.

A rotten spear pierced the chest of the elven warrior. The experienced soldier endured the severe pain in his body and cut the spine of the skeleton with a fine steel sword, his ferocious face full of determination.

After a successful attack, he pulled out the spear from his chest, stared at the towering Tomb Titan, raised his sword and declared his courage.

"Fight for the Phoenix King and Caledor!"

"For His Majesty the Phoenix King, for the Dragon Kingdom Caledor!"

"In the name of the two Caledors, kill all these dead people!"

The angry roar completely covered up the fear of the giant structure. When the Tomb Titan cast his eyes on the little bugs under his feet, he saw that they were resolutely turning the crosshairs of the crossbow and pulling the iron chain with an extremely firm will.

A fiery light flashed in the eyes of the Tomb Titan, and a laser like a miracle swept from left to right. The highly corrosive blood-red light easily corroded the elves' armor, leaving only the remains wailing in the same place.

"No!" The roar of the Caledor monarch was even louder than that of the Tomb Titan. Draknir watched the warriors raise their spears and shields and rush towards the giant structure, just to stop the vampires who tried to escape in the chaos.

His mind instantly remembered what his father had told him when he succeeded to the throne.

"You are a monarch, and you often regard your people as a string of numbers... Yes, we are not afraid of sacrifice, but we are afraid that the sacrifice is worthless.

But you must remember that everyone who sacrifices for the country has a family like you, and loves his parents, wife and children.

Sacrifice is inevitable, but you must understand that the death of every Caledor child is a sin for you..."

Sin can only be redeemed with blood and fire!

Draknir solemnly informed the dragon under him of his decision. His only thought now was to burn down the temple that hid the Blood Titan.

"Visdor, attack."

The dragon's low response represented the same anger as the prince. It quickly pounced on the Tomb Titan, hooked its claws on the stubborn stone shoulders, and bit its ugly head with its sharp teeth like steel hooks.

The impact of the giant beast made the Tomb Titan stagger, but its body was made of stone materials, and its weight was definitely not something that the flesh dragon could shake. Even though its speed was inferior and its skin was scratched a little, it immediately raised the scale and splashed blood on the dragon's body.

The blood with endless curses made the dragon roar, and the severe pain came from its back. Its eyes were bloodshot, and it loosened its mouth that bit the Titan's head. It raised its neck and chest and swelled, and a hot breath was already sprayed towards the enemy.

The dragon's fight lacked ornamental value. Every move shocked people. The battle between flesh and rock was so fierce that people wondered if they were caught in a mythical battle.

But the Tomb Titan had no helpers, and without the maintenance of the Tomb Technician, the construct became somewhat clumsy when facing Prince Caledor.

Jumping from the dragon's head to the Tomb Titan, Draknir first cut a small piece of the construct's head with his sword, and then stabbed the gap with his right hand.

As long as he finds the magic wind matrix inside, he can easily disintegrate this terrifying beast... (End of this chapter)