A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the Black Iron Castle behind Chris, and the entire structure began to violently twist and deform.
The spires transformed into dragon heads like living creatures, and the castle walls rolled back in layers, becoming huge scales.
Amidst a cacophony of metal clashing, the thirty-meter-tall castle slowly stood up, transforming into a ferocious and terrifying Iron Dragon.
Chris floated in the center of the Dragon Head, every scale resonating and trembling violently, as if accumulating even more terrifying power.
"Witness true Dragon Slayer Magic!" Chris looked down at Ezreal from above, his golden eyes cold and cruel.
The Iron Dragon slowly opened its massive mouth, and tens of thousands of metal components rapidly condensed into a pitch-black energy sphere in its throat.
In an instant, all metal objects within a thousand-meter radius began to tremble violently, as if summoned by some mysterious force, and surged like a torrent towards the energy sphere.
"You're going all out? Well, you'll have to hit me first." Seeing this, Ezreal instinctively prepared to activate Arcane Shift, golden light illuminating his entire body, but the next second, Ezreal, with a serious expression, canceled Arcane Shift himself.
"A locked-on aura?"
Chris revealed a ferocious smile, his fangs exposed to the air, his nose twitching slightly, "I won't let you escape again. I've already memorized your scent during the previous battle. You can't dodge this attack."
"Tsk, how troublesome." Ezreal pouted, then unhesitatingly raised his left hand, fingers spread, the sapphire blue energy bow shining brightly, "A head-on clash like this, how dangerous!"
Ezreal's right hand steadily supported his left wrist, all his magic power converging between his hands, his eyes shining with brilliant white light, and a powerful aura erupted.
Nine layers of white magic circles unfolded one by one in front of his five fingers, growing from small to large, emitting dazzling white light.
Faint, colorless flames twisted the air around his body, and his golden hair stood on end.
The nine magic circles overlapped and compressed, finally transforming into an enormous white energy vortex that appeared at the tip of his fist.
"Super·Destruction Death Ray!"
The moment he clenched his fist, an immense, dazzling white beam of light shot forth from his hand.
The pitch-black torrent spewed by the Iron Dragon collided with the white beam of light in mid-air, and in that instant, time seemed to freeze, the entire world falling into a deathly silence.
First, there was an extreme stillness, as if all sound had been swallowed by this powerful force, followed by a brilliant flash of light that paled the stars, so blinding it made it impossible to open one's eyes.
The Dragon Scale protective layer on the periphery of the Black Iron Castle peeled off in pieces under the impact, turning into countless metal fragments that scattered and flew.
The shockwave, like an unstoppable hurricane, cut the nearest clock tower in half, sending bricks and stones flying, and dust swirling.
When the light subsided slightly, Chris stood still, the metal Dragon had collapsed, but judging by the Dragon-man's state, he was clearly unharmed.
Ezreal, on the other hand, was directly blown away by the explosion's impact, flying dozens of meters backward and landing heavily in a pile of rubble, buried by a large amount of smoke and debris.
"An overconfident fellow, I really don't know why you broke in here." Chris slowly took a step, walking towards Ezreal, who was buried in the rubble.
After only two steps, Chris suddenly stopped, his pupils contracting sharply, staring intently at the smoke-filled area.
A fierce and wild aura emanated from the smoke, and a savage wolf howl suddenly rang out.
A pair of wild, brutal blood-red eyes lit up in the smoke, their gaze, full of killing intent and malice, fixed on Chris.
"This is..." Chris's expression became serious.
The savage wolf howl rang out again, and a thick black beam of light, entwined with circles of blood-red light, shot out from the smoke.
Seeing this, Chris quickly crossed his arms to protect his body, and a black metallic light enveloped him.
Originally, Chris intended to stand his ground and take the hit, but the moment the black light reached him, his expression darkened. After only a moment of stalemate, the terrifying energy beam pushed him flying backward.
While Chris was still in the air, the ground beneath him suddenly cracked, and dozens of emerald green thorns, burning with flames, danced and plunged into the air, tightly binding the retreating Chris.
The thorns quickly tightened, like a giant python strangling its prey, tightly coiling around Chris. Palm-length sharp thorns rubbed against the black iron scales on the Dragon-man's body, creating tiny sparks, but failing to break through his defense.
However, the flames attached to the thorns were like bone-eating maggots, clinging to the Dragon Scales and continuously burning, causing the black Iron Dragon Scales to emit wisps of black smoke.
"Flames that burn life force?" Chris didn't care about the strangling thorns, but the burning pain from his scales made him frown deeply. He was about to react, but a large shadow suddenly appeared above his head.
Chris instinctively looked up, and a gray stone mountain about ten meters tall descended from the sky.
Restrained by the thorns, Chris couldn't dodge and was directly crushed to the ground by the stone mountain.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, dust rose from the ground, a stone mountain appeared on the surface, the surrounding earth cracked inch by inch, and Chris was already pressed beneath the stone mountain.
After all, Chris was a Dragon Slayer Mage undergoing Dragonization, and he still possessed true Dragon blood. Less than two seconds after the stone mountain landed, it exploded with a roar.
Chris stood up, his face ferocious, his entire body enveloped in a dense black light, his golden eyes glowing, his gaze becoming wild as he scanned the distance.
Ezreal shakily straightened himself from the pile of rubble, blood on his forehead and the corner of his mouth, his hair covered in dust, his adventurer's outfit showing significant damage, and cracks appearing in the lenses of his goggles.
Although Ezreal was disheveled, Chris showed no sign of underestimation; instead, his entire body tensed, and his expression became more serious than ever before.
Because, behind the seemingly unwell Ezreal, stood a pitch-black Werewolf nearly ten meters tall.
Its pair of massive black wings spread, gently fanning away the smoke, completely blocking out the sunlight, its blood-red eyes savage and fierce, its wide-open mouth with bone-white fangs like short swords, and an eerie black mist emanating from its entire body.
Chris's gaze shifted to the left, where a giant Treant, seven meters tall, stood silently. Its body was constructed from sturdy and thick emerald green tree branches, and its strong and robust physique was like a towering small mountain.
On its head, a pair of deer-antler-like branches grew, and in the very center, a cluster of crimson flames burned quietly.
Its face was majestic and fierce, like a general seasoned in battle, and its two fiery red eyes were particularly striking, with raging flames seemingly dancing deep within its pupils.
Chris then looked to his right, a burly Stone Golem silently watching him.
This Stone Golem was nearly eight meters tall, its powerful limbs made of gray rock, and its single eye on its head glowed blue, staring intently at him.
Ezreal raised a hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glowing with a faint white light, his killing intent, almost palpable, projected through his eyes onto Chris. He said, word by word, "Come on, Round Two!"
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