Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 286 The Dragon Armor on Prager

On the other side of Prager, a group of people who solved the portal walked towards the metal furnace under the leadership of the high-level dragon prince. Many wandering demons along the way were not cleaned up, and then they were killed one by one by the white wolf master who volunteered .

And there also appeared a monster that seemed to be composed of dragon corpses. Although Imric was very angry about this, he let it sleep here forever, wishing them to return to the embrace of the father of dragons, and vowed to kill them Belak who did it.

Arriving in front of a giant obsidian-built palace, Imrik couldn't help but stop and stare for a moment, an inexplicable palpitation suddenly appeared, which seemed to indicate that some things that he least wanted to see would inevitably happen after entering.

Billak...

This name was silently read in the heart of the Dragon Prince for a moment. The first mortal who dedicated his soul to the dark gods haunted the back of the world. Prager may all be part of his plan.

"Let's go, get ready for battle." Imrik ordered everyone, and then walked into this metal melting furnace. Unless there are four chief demons in charge of guarding it, otherwise they will have to drink hatred in the face of a righteous group fight here.

After entering it, the sound of the gears driving the iron chain can be faintly emitted from the surrounding walls, and there is a familiar calling sound of Imrik. into the heart.

The mournful cry of the giant dragon, yes, Imrik heard those ancient echoes, and even a few of them were the giant dragons that he personally experienced the life course of in the Hall of Illusions, even though most of the memories have been blurred, but There are still some fragmentary scenes that can be recalled.

"Prescott, FitzArimon, Moredrick..."

Imrik whispered the names of those giant dragons, and grasped the Spear of Heroism in his veined hand. Even if there is no way to kill this damned guy, Bilak, he has to gather more than half of him in this place. The throne of blood is destroyed.

A group of people walked slowly, the shadow magic that popped up from time to time did not have much effect, the demon that appeared from the wall like a ghost was burned to death under the attack of the flaming spear, and the obsidian crossbow bolt with a vicious curse was flying To be shattered, like Belak's wish to become a god, is about to be shattered.

A gate made of black stainless steel appeared in front of everyone. What flowed in the center of the chaotic octagonal imprint was not a flame, but a purple-blue shadow like a solidified liquid, slowly spreading to the surroundings. This is the ancient times. The symbol of the Dark Gods, a group that sacrificed countless souls to the dark gods, called the Shadow Legion.

This door is extremely thick from the naked eye. According to Coster's intuitive judgment, it is at least one meter thick. The material that shapes the door is also the fine steel from the Chaos Demon Realm. With the protective magic on the outer layer, there is no way to open it by conventional means. .

Hearing this, Christophe said with a puzzled expression, "Then what should we do now, go directly to the inner castle and leave this place alone?"

The White Wolf Master doesn't think there is a way to get rid of this fine steel gate now. Even if Imrik pierced the gap with that sharp spear, it seems a bit whimsical to create a place where people can pass through. The gate is stronger than a steam tank.

The few people who heard this just smiled, as if they responded to the distrust in the words of the White Wolf Master. If you use the prince's words, the people around you are all hanging around. blocked by the gate.

Imrik didn't laugh, but ordered Damian to prepare to attack. Those voices became clearer and clearer, and he could clearly perceive them, waiting for him to give them a relief.

Damian didn't hesitate either. He walked up to the fine steel gate and began to truly unleash his grandfather's power. This artifact might not have too many fancy abilities, but what it got in exchange was unparalleled aggressiveness.

The majestic energy in the fragments of the World Stone flowed into the blade of the grandfather's sword. Under the disbelieving eyes of several people, the gate of the chaotic octagonal imprint protected by flowing shadows was cut by Damian to accommodate two people walking side by side. aisle.

The big sword was like cutting tofu, without any sound or movement, it cut the steel plate from the gate.

At this time, the White Wolf Great Instructor swallowed his saliva, his wide eyes were full of surprise, could this big man cut the tank in half with a single sword? Weak, I didn't expect him to be the one who hides the deepest. With your strength, you can let the empire and Kislev participate in anything, and you can single-handedly beat Prager.

More than a dozen people walked into the gap one after another. After seeing Damian's performance, a few humans who were still worried about whether they could survive thought that there would be no accidents in this trip, and they would definitely be able to leave this cursed city safely.

Flames, endless flames linger in this huge space, like mist floating in it, a stone bridge under the steps connects the two ends, it is full of various corpses and weapons, as if the owner here is showing off The honor he has won makes all the entrants afraid of it, and at the other end of the bridge is a huge empty throne.

Imrik looked at the remains of the stone bridge that had turned into white bones. Based on the analysis of the bones, all kinds of creatures were placed here, elves, humans, dwarves, lizardmen, ogres...

And some armors are very familiar styles, the faded fiery red dragon armor, only the towering dragon wings prove that its owner is a dragon prince from Caledor.

He waved his hand to signal others to follow. Under Davian's protective magic, the flaming mist towards the death squad became ineffective, but bursts of flames splashed outside the protective shell.

Arriving in front of a dragon prince who had turned into bones, Imrik squatted down and carefully looked at the faded heraldic emblem on the dragon armor and the blurred inscriptions on the dragon's wings.

Each piece of dragon armor is tailor-made for the Dragon Prince by the priest of Vaal, and will be recorded in the book, which symbolizes that this elf has the ability to fight with the dragon, and his descendants will also inherit the dragon armor. Inheriting the honor of the ancestors under the blessing of Priest Vaal, the Dragon Prince is not only a weapon, but also a status, and the dragon armor is an important symbol to prove his status.

It took some time for the Dragon Prince to recognize the owner of the armor, Edie Frederick, whose family arms had been placed in the memorial, 2000 years after his disappearance during the Chaos Invasion.

Imrik slowly stretched out his hand, folded off the somewhat blurred dragon wings on his shoulder armor, and held it in the palm of his hand. After standing up, he turned his head to look at the empty throne on the opposite side.
"Bilak, you have successfully aroused the wrath of the dragon. I will crush you, this chaotic co-option abandoned by the dark gods, like a bug."

A cold laughter gradually came from all around, making it difficult to tell where the speaker was, but this was Belak's response to Imrik.

The sound of flapping wings came from under the stone bridge, which let everyone know that the next step was to prepare for a fierce battle.

Not long after, five giant dragons with half of their bodies covered in metal shells rose from under the stone bridge. Black steel replaced their limbs, and replaced them with cruel and evil mechanical devices. The sharp claws gleamed with the magic power of shadows. Only the dragon head that was pieced together at the front without any rules slowly lifted up, and there was only stagnant darkness in the dull pupils. The tail was pieced together on the body of the giant python, stretching from the back to the front. only the head.

"Sigh~"

The snake's unique neighing sound came from the python's hair, and it seemed to be the commander of the twisted dragon. The eyes that were originally only dark and dull gradually became bright, but it was not reason, but an infinite desire for destruction.

The dragon's head opened wide, and it attacked the stone bridge that was lacking cover. A total of ten chaotic flames spewed out from mid-air towards the death squad, and their momentum was enough to submerge the hundreds of meters long stone bridge.

(End of this chapter)