Chapter 245: The Tide of Wraiths

"In Lord Muria's hands, this sword can effortlessly cut through the undead army. Those bone dragons are so fragile under its power. If I had this sword, I could do the same," the dragon's greed was unmistakably revealed in this moment.

"I'll just use it temporarily," the bronze dragon thought to itself. "Lord Muria threw the sword to me, which must mean he's lending it for my use!"

Despite sensing the sword's value, the bronze dragon intended only to borrow it briefly, not daring to harbor any thoughts of keeping it. Muria's recently displayed strength and his background instilled considerable fear in the dragon.

However, as its claw neared the Demon Dispelling Sword, which had grown to ten meters in length mid-flight, golden lightning and flames, along with an invisible whirlwind, burst from the sword, inscribed with mysterious ancient godly scripts and emanating a vast, ancient aura.

The lightning scorched the dragon scales on the bronze dragon's claw to a crisp, the invisible wind lifted these cracked scales, flaying flesh, and then golden flames enveloped the claw. A painful roar erupted from the bronze dragon, completely unprepared for the sword's assault.

"Chime!" The Demon Dispelling Sword emitted a clear ringing sound, seemingly mocking the bronze dragon's overestimation of itself.

"Roar!" The bronze dragon looked at its charred, coal-like claw and heard the sword's scornful chime, letting out an angry growl.

Just as it reached again for the sword, a soul-spirit level bone dragon seized the distracted bronze dragon's back, its cursed and death-infused teeth piercing through the scales and flesh of the neck.

"Pfft!" Rotten blood, tainted by the undead curse, sprayed from the wound on the neck. The flesh and scales around the dragon's bite marks blackened and began spreading visibly.

"Awroo!" The venomous undead curse invaded the dragon's body, eliciting a miserable howl from the partially dismembered bronze dragon, as the curse damaged its dragon soul.

"Swoosh!" The Demon Dispelling Sword pivoted, channeling the last of Muria's infused power into a dazzling burst of light, aiming for the bone dragon on the bronze dragon's back.

Then, the sword transformed into a dimly lit rainbow of light, returning to Muria, its grandeur diminished.

"Boom!" The sword's final strike fortuitously hit the bone dragon on the neck, pulverizing the touched bone into powder.

The sixty-plus meter headless bone dragon slid off, crashing onto the barren, crystal-strewn ground below...

"What's with this form?" A purple crystal dragon of the golden class swatted away a bone dragon, sweeping its tail to knock another to the ground, then suddenly noticed a bronze dragon, exuding a soul-spirit level presence but in a frantic and furious state, rushing past her.

The bronze dragon was in a dire state, covered in wounds from bone dragon bites. What really evoked sympathy was its charred, blackened claw, stripped of flesh and scales and scorched by fire. Its neck was gripped by a horrific bone dragon skull, still burning with soul fire, the bitten area blackened and emanating a foul stench...

After hurling the Demon Dispelling Sword at the most endangered bronze dragon, Muria threw his Seven Sins Blade at a sapphire dragon similarly besieged by ancient dragons.

Then, taking out the Army Breaking Halberd and Shocking God Axe, he threw them at two other dragons who rashly tried to emulate his feat against the undead army, creating two indestructible rainbows of light, carving paths of escape.

...After Muria sequentially threw four of his exclusive weapons to assist those dragons, they all returned to him as rainbows, hovering behind him, not re-entering his body.

However, Muria soon found himself playing the role of a babysitter, throwing a weapon whenever he saw a dragon overwhelmed by undead, providing relief to those in dire straits.

Thus, on the undead battlefield below, a scene unfolded. Gold dragons, silver dragons, red copper dragons... crystal dragons, purple crystal dragons... numerous giant dragons in their true forms clashed intensely with the massive undead army — due to elemental turbulence, even magic-using dragons like Caslana had to resort to melee combat, wielding staves like war hammers.

In this battle between dragons and undead, a black-haired, golden-eyed youth stood out. Compared to the enormous undead and giant dragons, his figure seemed pitifully small.

Yet, it was this seemingly insignificant being who shone brightest on this vast battlefield. Wielding a halberd, with four weapons orbiting behind him, he brought death to many undead wherever he went.

High-tier undead, possessing human-like intelligence, feared the extinction of their soul fires, equating to true death. Many were unwilling to fight, preferring not to perish.

In fact, given a choice, almost all undead would avoid battling these dragons, but they had no choice under Bertelaine's command, their soul fires marked and bound.

Thus, despite their fear and lack of escape, batches of undead still charged at Muria, attempting to overwhelm him, but their efforts were in vain.

The black-haired youth wielded his Prison Warden's Halberd, and with each swing and chop, the surrounding undead fell like wheat under a scythe.

When too many undead besieged Muria, the four exclusive weapons behind him swung like invisible arms, slicing through the foes...

"Swoosh!" Receiving a distress message from a young golden dragon, Muria, without hesitation, locked onto the dragon's location with his mental force and hurled his Prison Warden's Halberd.

Then, gripping the Army Breaking Halberd in his hands, he was about to strike when his gaze suddenly hardened, turning towards a direction.

There, a vast tide of vengeful specters surged towards the battlefield...

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