562: Chapter 176 The Terrifying Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry (Part 2)_1 562: Chapter 176 The Terrifying Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry (Part 2)_1 Ye Hongyan’s movements signaled the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry’s horn of slaughter, and their raised Dragon Wolf Spears—without any fanciness—crashed into their opponents, the dark blue shadow transforming in an instant as if it had indeed morphed into the real Grim Reaper’s Sickle.
To pierce, to slice.
As the two torrents collided in a flash, what shattered was the side with the numerical advantage.
Whether it was absolute strength, mounts, or equipment, the gap between the two sides was too vast; it was not a contest on the same level at all.
The Dragon Spears of the Blood Color Guard jabbed against the armor of the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry, leaving only shallow marks, whereas the Dragon Wolf Spears in the hands of the Cavalry, filled with more than Green rank Douqi, treated their opponents’ armor as if it were made of paper.
The Grim Reaper’s Spears, cast with Kongou essence, had such powerful armor-breaking performance that they couldn’t be pared to ordinary weapons, especially since they were the masterpieces of the Dwarf Masters.
Three hundred against five hundred, dark blue against blood red, fleeting radiance, victory or defeat was determined in the span of a breath.
When that dark blue surge had swept through, less than a third of the prior five hundred Blood Color Guards survived.
As for their opponents, the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry, full of the aura of death, they were unscathed, not even a hint of damage on their armor.
The Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry did not charge directly toward the supply team; after their dark blue wave swept over the corpses of their foes, the Dragon Wolves did not slow down, but instead drew a beautiful dark blue arc across the vast plains, a sickle-like curve that swiftly reversed edge to charge once more at the remnants of the Blood Color Guard.
Adrian finally returned to the ranks of his troops, by then, only a little more than six hundred of his Blood Color Guard remained bat-effective.
He had never imagined that the Blood Color Guard would be so vulnerable, suffering heavy losses under the enemy’s charge, while his opponents remained pletely unharmed.
This was a fact that Adrian simply could not accept.
He even wondered to himself whether they were truly of this world or devils from hell.
Adrian wasn’t entirely wrong in his thinking.
At least for the Blood Color Guard, the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry was indeed their nightmare, the devils from hell sent to destroy them.
Hatred, this word seldom surfaced in the hearts of the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry.
These iron-blooded soldiers had long been accustomed to following orders.
However, Flore and the Blood Color Guard of the Flore Empire were the exceptions.
Not a single Death God Soldier could forget that scene from the ranking battles of the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons.
Blood boiled once again, and the bloodstained Grim Reaper’s Sickle only grew sharper.
They were like blue ghosts on the vast grassland, irresistible blue wraiths that, under the sharp edge led by Ye Hongyan, charged at their opponents once more.
Adrian roared in anger.
No, he could not let his enemies destroy what he had devoted half his life to.
Each member of the Blood Color Guard was a strong warrior he had painstakingly trained—the backbone of the Flore Empire.
How could he bear to watch his most elite subordinates die at the hands of his enemy?
The Fenglong moved, diving toward the sharp-edged force that Ye Hongyan represented.
Behind him, the remaining six hundred plus Blood Color Guard, rekindled in confidence by their mander, initiated another charge.
Undoubtedly, the Blood Color Guard were true warriors, not retreating in the face of a powerful enemy.
Like Ye Yinzhu, they too had been shaped by blood and fire; it was just unfortunate that they didn’t have a good boss to provide them with the most elite weapons.
At this moment, there was no longer any question of right or wrong, only that each fought for their master.
In this instant, the thirst for blood from hatred filled the eyes of every warrior in both troops.
A massive Wind Blade, as if to split the heavens and the earth, slashed towards Ye Hongyan, followed by, Adrian’s seven-meter long Dragon Spear.
Naturally, his equipment was much stronger than that of the ordinary Blood Color Guard, and the quality of the spear in his hands was not much inferior to Ye Hongyan’s.
As a Venus Dragon Knight, as a partner to a giant dragon, he undoubtedly had the capital to be proud.
The enemy had bee stronger, but Ye Hongyan’s gaze remained unchanged.
In his view, all opponents could be summed up in two words, dead man.
If the opponent was not a dead man, then he himself would be a dead man.
The Dragon Wolf Prince’s eyes were fixed on the true giant dragon before him, his presence being incredibly ferocious in an instant, his originally blood-red eyes seemingly about to drip blood, his whole body’s dragon scales standing on end at this moment.
The dark blue light burst forth to its limits, an eye-catching orb of light spewed from his mouth and drew a delicate arc, embedding itself precisely onto the heart guard on Ye Hongyan’s chest.
At that instant, Ye Hongyan and the Dragon Wolf Prince seemed to transform into dark blue crystals, and the earth trembled with them.
It was as though time and space solidified in that moment.
The Dragon Wolf Prince, like a cannonball, leapt high into the air, his wings on his back suddenly spreading wide.
He couldn’t fly, but he could glide.
With these special dragon wings, his speed and momentum surpassed even that of his enemy, the true giant dragon, fueled by his hatred.
Adrian’s Wind Blade missed its target, and he could never have imagined that a mount resembling a giant wolf could “fly.” But his reaction was undoubtedly swift as he flung his spear, transforming it into a dazzling streak of light that darted straight for Ye Hongyan on the back of the Dragon Wolf Prince.
The intense light, carrying the shadow of Blue Douqi, rushed towards the opponent he regarded with awe.
“Kill—” A violent shout burst from Ye Hongyan’s mouth, and in that moment, all the Douqi in his body solidified.
The crystal on the chest of the Dragon Wolf Prince exploded with unparalleled energy, merging instantly with his body.
At that moment, his Douqi turned a pale purple, with halos of blue and black within the purple light.
Buzz— The Dragon Wolf Spear left his hand, shooting towards Adrian like a purple lightning bolt tinged with blue and black.
Losing one’s weapon is undoubtedly one of the greatest taboos on the battlefield, but at this moment, ing from Ye Hongyan, it had an unexpectedly disconcerting effect on Adrian.
Seeing that pale purple glow, Adrian knew that he couldn’t just block the attack.
With his rich bat experience, he immediately urged his Fenglong to roll deftly to the side.
Adrian was very clear that if he could dodge this full-power strike, his opponent, who had lost his weapon, would hardly be a match for him.
If only he could take down this key figure, the oute of the battle would still be up in the air.
At this point, his fighting spirit had dwindled, and he even considered calling the five thousand Heavy Cavalry to encircle the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry.
The losses of the Blood Color Guard were making his heart bleed.
Was Ye Hongyan’s full-strength attack really so easy to dodge?
When Adrian saw the icy intent to kill in Ye Hongyan’s eyes, he knew he had made a mistake.
As if there were magnets on him, the full-power flung Dragon Wolf Spear took on a twisted trajectory, and the pale purple light erupted in an instant.
Adrian’s reaction was undoubtedly quick, as he swiftly forced his Fenglong sideways for about a meter, but it was too late.
The overpowering Dragon Wolf Spear, ruthlessly pierced through the base of the Fenglong’s left wing, passing through and out the other side before tearing through Adrian’s thigh, then flying off as a cold streak of light into the distance.
Adrian and his Fenglong screamed in agony almost at the same time.
The Fenglong’s massive body plummeted from the sky as its injured wing rendered its flying capability pletely useless.
As the Dragon Wolf Prince glided, his opened wings, though not as broad as a real giant dragon’s, erupted with intense energy and scales rising suddenly.
His fighting power reached its peak in an instant.
The crystal embedded in Ye Hongyan’s chest protector immediately returned to the Dragon Wolf Prince, settling on the spot between his eyebrows, with dark blue shadows being channeled into his wings at the first opportunity.
At the same time, Ye Hongyan, having lost his Dragon Wolf Spear, was not inactive; he pressed his hands onto the shoulder blades of the Dragon Wolf Prince, channeling all his Douqi into his mount’s body without reservation.
Man and wolf became one, and that was what the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry had been practicing arduously.
Only by truly integrating with their mounts could they unleash all their bat power.
The attacker was Ye Hongyan before, but now it was his partner’s turn.
The Dragon Wolf Prince, with the help of his own Crystal Core and Ye Hongyan, suddenly accelerated his glide, and his wings turned into true blades in that moment.
The brilliant dark blue glow trailed a beautiful tail flame as he dived, chasing down his opponent.
The falling Fenglong had no chance to dodge.
Its fighting spirit was far inferior to that of the Dragon Wolf Prince, and in the heart of every Fenglong, there was a thought: if we can’t beat them, we can still run; even the Superior Dragon Clan would struggle to catch them in terms of speed.
Sadly, the Fenglong in this moment had no chance to escape.
As he watched the blood-red wolf pupils enlarge and the dark blue aura descend from the heavens, the Fenglong felt so powerless.
The Dragon Wolf Spear that had previously pierced through his body had left a paralyzing pain, half of his body frozen stiff, and the darkness was also eroding away his strong dragon meridians.
At least for now, the Fenglong had pletely lost the ability to resist.
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