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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0211_part_04
Chapter 431
chapter 0211 part 4
If the subordinates he trained were already afraid and hesitant now, what use would they be in the future?
To put it bluntly, the investment in a single Card Soldier, starting from the Card House, including various dinosaur meat, nutrient potions, and weapon equipment for training, is roughly equivalent to a life-sized gold statue.
Looking at the Balrog in front of him, Tang Song's eyes held a hint of disdain. Summoning Demons, a common method.
He had seen many Demons recently. Ordinary demons, the Ghoul White Bone Banner was already tired of eating them!
"Lane, this Balrog is yours!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Lane stepped forward, shook his neck, and shed his armor. Immediately, the joints all over his body crackled.
"Come!"
Lane extended his right palm, beckoned with his hand, and made a provocative action!
"Mortal!" The Balrog strode forward, and a large hand made of black flames, as big as a winnowing basket, grabbed towards Lane.
Lane did not dodge or evade. He clenched his open hand into a fist. The clothes on his right arm immediately burst, revealing a muscular arm.
From his forearm to his fist, it all turned pitch black! Covered in black dragon scales.
He slammed it fiercely onto the fiery large hand!
"Bang!"
Only a muffled sound was heard, like two tanks colliding. Lane's body sank heavily downwards, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and the ground beneath his feet was shattered into powder.
The Balrog retreated two steps, looking at Lane in disbelief. How could a fist hurt flames?
"Magic!" The Balrog looked at Lane's pitch black dragon scales arm and roared. Countless sparks sprayed from its mouth.
"Mu'atou, Hadu'angsong—" The Balrog swung a fist, and dozens of molten fireballs, the size of water tanks, smashed towards Lane.
Tang Song and the Card Soldiers behind him were all enveloped! Lane quickly moved his feet on the ground, leaving afterimages, and rapidly appeared beneath the molten fireballs, kicking them upwards one by one.
His dragon claw-transformed feet shattered the molten fireballs one by one, but some still slipped through.
Several Bodyguards standing behind Tang Song transformed into Lizard Form and rushed upwards, working together to intercept the remaining lava balls!
Just then, a pitch black fireball, about three meters in diameter, whistled down towards Lane.
This fireball emitted terrifying high temperature. Its dark radiance made the surroundings hazy. This ball of light seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The force contained within this fireball was extremely frightening. Lane vaguely felt that if he were hit by this fireball, he would definitely be burned to ash.
The Balrog let out sinister laughs. It was summoned to the Mortal Realm, and because of the damned Sanctum Magic Array, its strength was suppressed to one-third.
But its "Exploding Fireball" was not something humans could deal with!
Lane took a breath, his body rapidly expanded, his scales grew wildly, quickly swelling to about ten feet tall. With his muscular body, he transformed into a giant Dragonman!
He opened his mouth, and a Pitch Black Water Jet blasted towards the black fireball. A thunderous roar erupted in the air, like a giant cannon firing, giving a sense of invincibility and world-shattering terror.
Boom! The black fireball was directly blasted apart by Lane's roar.
The Balrog roared back, unwilling to be outdone, spitting countless flames towards Lane.
"Hiss!"
Lane's figure left afterimages as he suddenly appeared in front of the Balrog. With a sweep of his Dragon Claw, he directly dug out the Balrog's ruby-like heart.
A twisting crimson Soul Phantom wanted to escape back to Hell.
It was surrounded by Black Goo and extinguished in the water.
The Soul Church Pope, who had been hiding behind the Balrog, was also affected by the Black Water Beads and was directly shot full of holes by countless water beads—
In the distant Tall building, Norse and Dracula exchanged glances, feeling a chill run down their spines.
"Very strong, no wonder even Mephisto couldn't do anything about him!"
Norse held his black cat, his soul fire flickering under his black robe, and said to Dracula beside him. "So, you are also Mephisto's people!"
A voice sounded behind Norse.
Norse felt a chill down his spine. He stiffly turned around, and Tang Song, in his white trench coat, stood five steps away from him.
Dracula looked at Tang Song, his eyes tinged with crimson color. His fingernails on his ten fingers gradually began to grow longer, slowly extending out. He slightly bent over, poised to attack! Norse grabbed him, and nodded slightly towards Tang Song: "Respected Powerful One, I am Norse, Chairman of the Dark Council. As you can see, I am a Necromancer. This is Duke Dracula. We are not Mephisto's followers, nor do we intend to offend!"
"Good!" Tang Song looked at him, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from their sight.
He just left? Norse was a little doubtful. Duke Dracula's complexion suddenly changed, and he pulled Norse into the darkness.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, the air flickered with sparks. A Teleportation Gate sparking with firelight suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a white-haired Elder wearing a mage robe walked out.
He looked towards the remaining Balrog traces, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he drew a Teleportation Gate with his staff and walked in.
From the opposite side, the sound of wind and snow could vaguely be heard.
Norse and Dracula emerged from the shadows.
"A Mage from the New York Sanctum. Did he sense it!"
Norse's soul fire flickered. Looking at Dracula, he thought, 'Even more sensitive than you, a Vampire Duke.'
Dracula looked at his old friend with a dark face.
Norse pointed his short staff towards the sky, and a green firelight shot straight up, a green light so conspicuous in the night sky.
Norse, Dracula and three other Dark Council Councillors, leading their direct Subordinates, forty core Experts of the Dark Council, disappeared into the wind.
Himalayan Peaks, Kamar-Taj. Kamar-Taj gave off a feeling of being exceptionally deep, secluded, and stable.
The main Hall was nearly forty to fifty mu in size. The Ground was paved with black Volcanic Steel Rock, which is volcanic rock solidified after extremely hard volcanic lava.
If the subordinates he trained were already afraid and hesitant now, what use would they be in the future?
To put it bluntly, the investment in a single Card Soldier, starting from the Card House, including various dinosaur meat, nutrient potions, and weapon equipment for training, is roughly equivalent to a life-sized gold statue.
Looking at the Balrog in front of him, Tang Song's eyes held a hint of disdain. Summoning Demons, a common method.
He had seen many Demons recently. Ordinary demons, the Ghoul White Bone Banner was already tired of eating them!
"Lane, this Balrog is yours!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Lane stepped forward, shook his neck, and shed his armor. Immediately, the joints all over his body crackled.
"Come!"
Lane extended his right palm, beckoned with his hand, and made a provocative action!
"Mortal!" The Balrog strode forward, and a large hand made of black flames, as big as a winnowing basket, grabbed towards Lane.
Lane did not dodge or evade. He clenched his open hand into a fist. The clothes on his right arm immediately burst, revealing a muscular arm.
From his forearm to his fist, it all turned pitch black! Covered in black dragon scales.
He slammed it fiercely onto the fiery large hand!
"Bang!"
Only a muffled sound was heard, like two tanks colliding. Lane's body sank heavily downwards, the ground beneath his feet collapsed, and the ground beneath his feet was shattered into powder.
The Balrog retreated two steps, looking at Lane in disbelief. How could a fist hurt flames?
"Magic!" The Balrog looked at Lane's pitch black dragon scales arm and roared. Countless sparks sprayed from its mouth.
"Mu'atou, Hadu'angsong—" The Balrog swung a fist, and dozens of molten fireballs, the size of water tanks, smashed towards Lane.
Tang Song and the Card Soldiers behind him were all enveloped! Lane quickly moved his feet on the ground, leaving afterimages, and rapidly appeared beneath the molten fireballs, kicking them upwards one by one.
His dragon claw-transformed feet shattered the molten fireballs one by one, but some still slipped through.
Several Bodyguards standing behind Tang Song transformed into Lizard Form and rushed upwards, working together to intercept the remaining lava balls!
Just then, a pitch black fireball, about three meters in diameter, whistled down towards Lane.
This fireball emitted terrifying high temperature. Its dark radiance made the surroundings hazy. This ball of light seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The force contained within this fireball was extremely frightening. Lane vaguely felt that if he were hit by this fireball, he would definitely be burned to ash.
The Balrog let out sinister laughs. It was summoned to the Mortal Realm, and because of the damned Sanctum Magic Array, its strength was suppressed to one-third.
But its "Exploding Fireball" was not something humans could deal with!
Lane took a breath, his body rapidly expanded, his scales grew wildly, quickly swelling to about ten feet tall. With his muscular body, he transformed into a giant Dragonman!
He opened his mouth, and a Pitch Black Water Jet blasted towards the black fireball. A thunderous roar erupted in the air, like a giant cannon firing, giving a sense of invincibility and world-shattering terror.
Boom! The black fireball was directly blasted apart by Lane's roar.
The Balrog roared back, unwilling to be outdone, spitting countless flames towards Lane.
"Hiss!"
Lane's figure left afterimages as he suddenly appeared in front of the Balrog. With a sweep of his Dragon Claw, he directly dug out the Balrog's ruby-like heart.
A twisting crimson Soul Phantom wanted to escape back to Hell.
It was surrounded by Black Goo and extinguished in the water.
The Soul Church Pope, who had been hiding behind the Balrog, was also affected by the Black Water Beads and was directly shot full of holes by countless water beads—
In the distant Tall building, Norse and Dracula exchanged glances, feeling a chill run down their spines.
"Very strong, no wonder even Mephisto couldn't do anything about him!"
Norse held his black cat, his soul fire flickering under his black robe, and said to Dracula beside him. "So, you are also Mephisto's people!"
A voice sounded behind Norse.
Norse felt a chill down his spine. He stiffly turned around, and Tang Song, in his white trench coat, stood five steps away from him.
Dracula looked at Tang Song, his eyes tinged with crimson color. His fingernails on his ten fingers gradually began to grow longer, slowly extending out. He slightly bent over, poised to attack! Norse grabbed him, and nodded slightly towards Tang Song: "Respected Powerful One, I am Norse, Chairman of the Dark Council. As you can see, I am a Necromancer. This is Duke Dracula. We are not Mephisto's followers, nor do we intend to offend!"
"Good!" Tang Song looked at him, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from their sight.
He just left? Norse was a little doubtful. Duke Dracula's complexion suddenly changed, and he pulled Norse into the darkness.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, the air flickered with sparks. A Teleportation Gate sparking with firelight suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a white-haired Elder wearing a mage robe walked out.
He looked towards the remaining Balrog traces, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he drew a Teleportation Gate with his staff and walked in.
From the opposite side, the sound of wind and snow could vaguely be heard.
Norse and Dracula emerged from the shadows.
"A Mage from the New York Sanctum. Did he sense it!"
Norse's soul fire flickered. Looking at Dracula, he thought, 'Even more sensitive than you, a Vampire Duke.'
Dracula looked at his old friend with a dark face.
Norse pointed his short staff towards the sky, and a green firelight shot straight up, a green light so conspicuous in the night sky.
Norse, Dracula and three other Dark Council Councillors, leading their direct Subordinates, forty core Experts of the Dark Council, disappeared into the wind.
Himalayan Peaks, Kamar-Taj. Kamar-Taj gave off a feeling of being exceptionally deep, secluded, and stable.
The main Hall was nearly forty to fifty mu in size. The Ground was paved with black Volcanic Steel Rock, which is volcanic rock solidified after extremely hard volcanic lava.
