Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 344: 342 Do You Look Down on Me_1

Translator: 549690339

Blood Thunder Lord’s plan was going well, and that’s exactly what he did.

Seeing that he couldn’t beat Kronheim, Blood Thunder Lord spread his wings and took to the sky. Then he stretched out his hands and furious blood-colored thunderous power interwove and brewed between his palms.

After that, several circular magic arrays appeared around Kronheim, surrounding him tightly.

“Rumble… Rumble!”

Thunder roared incessantly, and a few thick chain lightnings were flung violently at Kronheim.

Kronheim just frowned slightly and then pointed a finger around him, leaving one bright spot after another.

In an instant, these bright spots expanded into semi-transparent round shields, blocking the sweeping blood-colored lightning, preventing them from harming even a single hair on Kronheim.

It seemed a bit boring…

Unconsciously, this thought emerged in Kronheim’s mind.

He felt the need to put an end to this farce, and what was necessary before that was to control the annoying clown, Blood Thunder Lord.

But just as he was about to do so, he found that Blood Thunder Lord had unknowingly disappeared from his original position.

Soon, Kronheim saw the traces of Blood Thunder Lord in Otto’s direction.

It seemed that his previous attack on Kronheim was just a cover, and his real goal was to break through Otto and leave.

From the current situation, the first step of Blood Thunder Lord’s plan had succeeded. His feint attack had successfully drawn Kronheim’s attention.

But for his next move, Kronheim just looked at him with disdain.

Originally, he thought of personally dealing with this trouble, but now it seemed there would be no more chances for him to take action.

On the other hand, as Blood Thunder Lord got closer and closer to Otto, Otto’s face became more and more serious.

He was obviously well aware of what the other party was thinking.

At this moment, Moray, hiding nearby, said mockingly: “Oh, Your Majesty, the great Silver Dragon Lord, it seems that Blood Thunder Lord doesn’t take you seriously at all.

He seems to think you’re a weakling and can use you as a breakthrough point to successfully break out!”

Moray’s voice was loud, not only addressing Otto but also making sure Blood Thunder Lord could hear him loud and clear.

While controlling the lightning, Blood Thunder Lord shouted angrily at Moray’s incessant chatter: “You noisy, ugly creature! If you can’t keep your mouth shut!

After I turn this weird-looking Silver Dragon into charcoal with my lightning, the next step will be to throw you into boiling furnace, melt you down, and then forge you into a chamber pot!”

“Wow”

Moray responded with an exaggerated, sarcastic laugh: “You’ve really scared me, but before you realize this unrealistic fantasy, I think I need to remind you.

No matter how glorious you once were, or how powerful you were, based on your current state, in front of our great Silver Dragon Lord, you’re as weak and helpless as ants with urine-soaked nests!”

It was an unusual comparison. Even Otto, who had always disliked Moray, felt that his words were beautiful and full of mockery.

Unconsciously, Otto’s perception of Moray increased slightly.

But relatively speaking, Moray’s words truly outraged Blood Thunder Lord.

Although he might not be a match for the Brass Dragon right now, he was no mere weakling to be toyed with.

“Roar! You damned skeleton staff, you will regret this!”

With Blood Thunder Lord’s angry roar, a series of blood-colored thunderbolts madly struck at Otto.

As for Otto, he showed no sign of dodging or setting up any defensive spells like Kronheim.

Had he been scared silly? Blood Thunder Lord’s eyes were full of disdain.

He had long heard that Silver Dragons, who loved peace and group life, generally had average combat power and experience.

It seemed that, although the Silver Dragon before him looked strange, there was no fundamental difference.

Just as Blood Thunder Lord was thinking that, the dense, thick blood-colored thunderbolts directly bombarded Otto’s body.

Giant chain lightnings exploded one after another into terrifying electric sparks on Otto’s smooth and dazzling silver scales.

Seeing that his attack had hit Otto squarely, Blood Thunder Lord laughed uproariously: “See that? You noisy, ugly staff, your Silver Dragon is but a brainless fool!

Now, he has died under my blood lightning. What more do you have to say?

Quickly use your disgusting eloquence to praise the strength and terror of this Blood Thunder Lord!”

“Have you always been this ignorant?”

“What did you say?”

Blood Thunder Lord glared angrily at Moray, obviously very dissatisfied and even extremely angry with his reply.

“Once I crush you, let’s see what else you can say!”

Saying this, he flew towards Moray. For a moment, he seemed to forget his main goal: to break through and escape.

Moray’s flight speed was fast, but with his current strength, it was unrealistic for him to escape from Blood Thunder Lord.

Especially when Blood Thunder Lord was determined to kill him.

But in fact, Moray didn’t need to do that, because a 40-meter-long Silver Dragon had already intercepted Blood Thunder Lord.

Upon closer inspection, wasn’t it the unharmed Otto?

Blood Thunder Lord’s previous attack seemed to have a lot of momentum and was very intimidating, but it didn’t even break through the outer layer of Otto’s defense.

At most, the explosion of blood lightning caused a large-scale explosion.

The smoke from the explosion completely enveloped Otto, making it difficult to see what had happened inside from the outside.

At that time, the feedback from Blood Thunder Lord’s spell told him that his attack had precisely hit Otto.

And from the feel, it had directly hit the body without any interference from defensive spells.

That’s why Blood Thunder Lord believed that he had killed Otto because he couldn’t imagine any dragon being able to withstand his attack with its body alone.

After all, this was a Silver Dragon, not a Blue Dragon. It couldn’t be completely immune to lightning damage, right?

In a way, Blood Thunder Lord was very close to the truth.

Of course, if the truth were not staring him in the face, he would never believe it.

“Really, don’t you demons have the good habit of finishing off the enemy?”

With a helpless look on his face, Otto looked at the shocked Blood Thunder Lord and added: “Even if you don’t finish off your opponent, you should at least make sure if they’re hurt or not…

What’s the point of confidently turning around after throwing a few lightnings like you did? Do you look down on me?”