Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The Holy Son, with his unbroken left hand, used a tree he had casually uprooted from the ground as a spear, sweeping it across the Red Horned Dragon’s abdomen; at the same time, the dragon’s shadow suddenly became sticky, tightly binding it in place, preventing it from dodging immediately.
The dragon roared, and its two enormous wings spread out to protect its body, with a deep dark light rising from their surface, condensing into a burning shield.
The Holy Son’s branch-shaped spear struck the burning shield hard, instantly shattering it into pieces!
But the remaining force struck the dragon’s wings, failing to pierce the thick scales. Instead, the already fragile branches were simultaneously eroded by the flames and the recoil, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, light shone from the dragon’s red horns.
The Holy Son felt his entire body suddenly heat up, as if his blood was boiling! He had no choice but to fly backward a distance to avoid the magic’s coverage.
At the same time, the red dragon swept its thick, long tail horizontally, shattering the shadows that bound it one by one, and chasing after one of the shadows that was between illusion and reality— that was the Black Wing Lord!
The shadow vanished before the dragon’s tail struck and quickly emerged from the Holy Son’s shadow.
The Holy Son glanced at him, not caring that the demon was using his shadow again: “The Red Horn Lord is harder to defeat than the Vatican records state.”
The demon first used magic to float in mid-air, his expression slightly grim: “Red Horn’s brain doesn’t work properly; his combat reaction shouldn’t be this fast.”
It’s not just the reaction speed, but also the ability to use the corresponding strategies to target their weaknesses with such precision, which is unlike the judgment that stupid dragon could have.
This was why the demon Anos could not get too close to the red dragon. He was still recovering from his injuries and was in extremely poor physical condition, unable to withstand the dragon’s attacks.
The demon’s gaze fell on the small, blood-red bat atop the Red Horn Lord’s head, and he realized something. “Rose is teaching him.”
The Holy Son frowned: “They communicated so quickly?”
“Rose can sift a drop of blood into Red Horn’s brain, thus directly sharing his judgments with Red Horn, just like directly manipulating his own body.” The demon narrowed his eyes. “No wonder he can use vampire magic.”
So in essence, they were dealing with a hybrid being who possessed the wisdom of the Rose Lord, the body of the Red Horn Lord, and the magic of both dragons and vampires.
The Holy Son was somewhat surprised: “Does Lord Red Horn trust Lord Rose so much?”
“…Red Horn’s brain doesn’t work very well.” The demon repeated, while simultaneously turning into a phantom and disappearing, dodging the dragon’s breath that was spewing out.
The Holy Son also flapped his wings to dodge the attack, stopping a little distance away. His azure eyes were fixed on the red dragon blocking his way, his gaze dark and unfathomable.
Only after the demon Anos emerged from his shadow again did the Holy Son Anos ask, “Do you know similar magic?”
The demon raised an eyebrow, understanding his unspoken message: “You want to temporarily merge with me?”
“Let’s make up for each other’s weaknesses,” the Holy Son said calmly. “You are not agile in the air and you will be seriously injured if you are hit, while I only have strength and lack the skills that come with magic.”
A pair of crimson eyes met a pair of azure eyes for a moment, then the demon suddenly chuckled: “You’re not worried?”
“I’m not at ease.” The Holy Son glanced at him and said bluntly, “But I’m more worried about Lian.”
The devil’s lips twitched: “Don’t act like I’m not worried about him.”
Neither of them were the type to hesitate or be coy. Having made their decision, the demon Anos suddenly transformed into a shadow and merged into the Holy Son’s body.
The Holy Son Anos closed his eyes.
In a split second, he opened his eyes again. His left eye was still blue, but his right eye had turned blood red!
A slight sense of bewilderment and unease flickered in both eyes, but he quickly calmed down.
His right arm, which was still broken and not yet healed, naturally extended its palm. The power of holy light and magic was simultaneously activated in his palm, spiraling and intertwining together, and finally condensing into a strange longsword with black and white stripes.
The fallen angel with heterochromatic eyes smiled at the charging red dragon and charged forward without flinching.
Behind him, a complex magic circle that almost blotted out the sky lit up simultaneously, following him like a meteor shower, rushing towards Lord Red Horn!
The dragon roared, and its crimson horns lit up again. The roar suddenly disappeared— no, it didn’t disappear, but transformed into another form of attack, an attack targeting the soul!
Even if the two Anos temporarily shared a body, their souls were still incompatible. Moreover, since they were originally split from the same soul, the impact of the soul-targeting attack should be even greater— this was the judgment of the Rose Lord.
Anos, with his heterochromatic eyes, slightly curled the corners of his lips, his right red eye flashed briefly, and he suddenly vanished from the spot.
The red dragon’s shadow twitched, as if it were about to crawl out of something.
The dragon’s tail seemed to have anticipated this, and with a fierce flick, a few drops of dragon blood fell, quickly turning into a net that enveloped the shadow that had undergone the change.
As soon as Lord Red Horn turned his head, Lord Rose in his mind warned, “That’s fake!”
Almost simultaneously, the shadow of a fallen angel appeared near the dragon’s head.
Lord Red Horn suddenly felt his blood boiling for a moment!
It turned its head, and the image of the fallen angel was reflected in the reptile’s pupils— the wings on its back had turned into bat wings, canine teeth had appeared on its lips, and its whole being exuded a gentle and beautiful aura.
The fallen angel used magic and became a vampire!
The Red Horn Lord originally intended to instinctively spit out its breath, but fortunately it remembered that it had a strategist in its head.
—What should we do next?
No one responded.
Anos, now a vampire, curled his lips again, raised his left hand, and a drop of blood burned and boiled at his fingertip before disappearing completely.
In an instant, the Red Horn Lord understood something: the Rose Lord’s clone left inside its body had been eliminated!
Anos’s heterochromatic eyes turned to the dragon, his tone calm and gentle, but the words were chilling: “Your turn, you stupid dragon.”
The fallen angel’s jet-black wings unfurled once more, and the black and white longsword flashed with a cold light.
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