Steel steam and flame

Kress said "Yeah" and agreed very much. The scene in front of me was such that I could see that I couldn't interfere without even trying. Danger signals fill the body and threaten to overflow. It was impossible for him not to feel such an intuitive feeling.

But the attempt still had to be carried out. He had received orders from Monikoloa and Miss New World Tree, and he could not do nothing. Although it is true that I can't do anything, I still have to go through the necessary procedures honestly.

A bright red pollen tornado lay across the front. He and the dragon stopped more than ten kilometers away and hovered in mid-air. The giant dragon spread its wings, and with the sudden increase in temperature, blood-red lines covered its body, gathered on its chest, and finally spread through its neck toward its ferocious mouth.

A bloody breath spurted out, and Kress on the dragon's back cooperated. Countless bright blue electric lights poured out from all over the body. The dragon became a conductor, allowing the thick electric lights to climb up the breath and interweave into fine lines on its surface. The electric light net hit the pollen tornado in an instant.

An unexpected huge explosion occurred, and the breath of electric light hit the pollen tornado and penetrated a hole in it. But the size of that hole was really disappointing. Compared to the huge size of the pollen tornado that stretched across the front, it couldn't be considered a considerable damage at all.

Even though the breath passed through the wall of the pollen tornado, it did not move very far. It quickly exhausted its energy in the internal realm of the tornado and turned into a large pile of white flowers in their eyes, falling rustlingly. An attempted attack failed to achieve any effect.

"As soon as we got close, the energy was absorbed very quickly!" Both of them saw the ability of the pollen tornado.

"Not only that, the absorbed energy is moving towards the center of the tornado, which should be the body of No. 9. The more we attack outside, the more energy No. 9 will gain. Our attacks cannot achieve the desired effect unless It can exceed the limit of pollen tornado absorption in a period of time, otherwise it will send a lot of energy to No. 9. "

"There is another bad news. Cassia is inside, facing No. 9 alone." The dragon answered. Its senses were sharper than Cress, and it also had some sense of the situation inside the tornado. "It's uranium." The aurora of gold energy has already used uranium-gold cylinders.”

While observing, Kress said with confusion: "The uranium gold bullet can directly evaporate the pollen tornado and No. 9 together."

The dragon was worried at this time, "Of course, if you are talking about the so-called 'fake lights' in the intelligence, then not only No. 9, we will also be sent away. Similar to the ability of uranium-gold bullets, it has actually been sent away Many living beings similar to us said that it happened in an instant, with no time to react and no pain."

"You said, Cassia shouldn't use the ability to fake lights here."

Cleese's silence made the dragon also fall silent. Fortunately, as the general person in charge of the defensive city wall, Cleese's identity and authority allowed him to know some details about the "forged lights": "No, I can do that..." He was swallowed mid-sentence, and he didn't dare to be sure at the moment. Thinking that you are on the back of a giant dragon, it is better not to be overconfident in matters related to life.

"Well, then the problem about No. 9 can be easily solved." Kress brought the topic over, and the dragon flapped its wings in a tacit understanding, and took the initiative to further distance it by more than ten kilometers, and then it felt more of peace of mind.

The giant dragon looked at the slowly rotating pollen tornado in front of him, and his powerlessness and helplessness infected Kress: "Wait for the follow-up support to arrive, and then try to see if we can destroy it."

"Where's Cassia?" Cress asked, "Wish him good luck?"

The dragon shook his head: "He should wish us good luck. His luck has always been bad, and that is the fact before us. Underground creatures like No. 9 cannot be encountered just because they want to. So even if we wish His luck will not be good, but don’t worry, he will definitely get used to it.”

",,," Kress was speechless, because it was a fact and could not be refuted.

Cassia in the pollen tornado did not know the external situation. At this moment, he was thinking of ways to get closer to No. 9's body, but after the actual action, the distance became farther and farther.

The attack of more than a dozen flower heads is completely equivalent to the attack of more than a dozen No. 9 heads. The power of each gray breath has not decreased, but has increased a lot with the blessing of the pollen tornado.

The continuous breath attacks made Cassia feel a little troublesome. If there were no pollen seeds around, he could easily handle even this amount of breath. As for the breath, he no longer has a limit on the number of times he can use it. As long as he has enough energy, he can use it continuously and block every breath of No. 9.

But in the environment of pollen seeds, the energy of the breath is robbed, and it cannot deal with No. 9's attack.

Currently, the ability of annihilation is still functioning. After resisting several rounds of breath attacks, Cassia clearly feels that the efficiency of pollen seeds in plundering annihilation energy is rapidly increasing.

The crossed hands were cut out again, and after a dozen breaths disappeared silently, Cassia looked at No. 9's eyes that had lost their light, and raised No. 9's thinking ability to a higher level. He realized that there was an error in his initial understanding of No. 9. This underground creature was not a violent creature affected by pollution. With the fragment of the ancient historical world tree there, No. 9 could not be like a polluted species. Like dragons, only the killing instinct remains.

"Are you also observing me?" Although the eyes lost their light, Cassia could still feel the increased gaze. The entire pollen tornado field was the eyes of No. 9. He had always been standing in a bright position, being watched at all times.

The arthropod spine was spinning, adjusting its posture all the time, coordinating attacks from all angles. Cassia really wanted to use a simulated uranium-gold breath of the Ultimate Dragon. As long as the energy was controlled well, half of No. 9's body could be evaporated at once. That was a simulated and experienced way of attack, but it did not meet his purpose.

The breath of dozens of gray-white light beams converged again, and the pollen seeds' plunder of annihilation energy suddenly increased, causing the breath to disappear, but as if a thick shell had been removed, leaving dozens of sharp rays of light, bombarding Cassia.

There was no explosion, but a layer of sticky blue-white light covered Cassia's silver-white scales in advance, melting the remaining breath.

After symbolically looking at the place hit by the breath, Cassia sighed and thought that this couldn't go on.

"The uranium-gold breath is difficult to control and cannot be used for the time being." He thought, "In the real world, if No. 9 is a simple underground creature, many methods can be used. But it has something to do with pollution and the world tree..."

He was distressed, but finally made a decision. Large patches of blazing white light suddenly bloomed from all parts of his body, and a bio-electro-inductive force field completely supported by uranium-gold energy took shape and wrapped it.

"This should be okay." Cassia muttered to himself, and then his spirit body left his body and went to No. 9's location in an instant through the root network. And a pair of gray-white cross pupils opened in front of his spirit body the next moment.

"Sure enough." Cassia smiled, "In the spiritual world, I'm not that gentle, respected No. 9..."