Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 495: 483 Only Two Left_1

The fastest was the Lightning Breath, a thick column of lightning that swept towards the God of War with destructive force.

With a quick sidestep, the God of War narrowly dodged the attack, but a half-collapsed building behind him took the hit and was bombarded into ruins by the furious thunder.

Before the God of War could catch his breath, the Flame Breath arrived.

This time his movement was slightly slower than before, but the evasive maneuver still worked.

As the scorching flames passed by, the God of War’s flushed face contorted with pain, his brow furrowed.

Though he didn’t utter a sound, it was clear that he was in great pain.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that one of his arms was severely burnt, obviously not fully dodging the Lightning Breath before.

In fact, he merely grazed the scorching flames, but even so, the terrifying heat left his arm badly burned.

At this moment, the God of War looked at his severely burnt arm with a terrified expression on his face.

From the injury, it was obvious that if he had been directly hit by Otto’s Flame Breath, there wouldn’t even be a complete corpse left.

Although the Silver Dragon wasn’t a Red Dragon, its breath weapon was undoubtedly even more terrifying than a regular Red Dragon’s.

There was no time to think, as three more terrifying breath attacks were almost simultaneously sweeping towards him.

Having witnessed the horror of the first two breath weapons, the God of War didn’t take the next ones lightly.

He took a deep breath and tensed up, his body displaying an agility that didn’t match his rough appearance.

He had no choice; he had to be agile, or risk being defeated.

Thankfully, the God of War’s moves were flawless this time, narrowly dodging the remaining three breath attacks from Otto.

Only after Otto’s breath attacks were over, did the God of War breathe a sigh of relief. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

But as he relaxed, he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.

“Whoosh!”

Before he could react, the God of War saw a flash of silver and a monstrous maw biting down towards him.

“Damn!”

The God of War cursed and quickly twisted his body, but not before throwing a long knife at Otto’s lower jaw.

The knife struck Otto’s jaw but merely scraped against the tough scales, creating a spark and was quickly deflected.

“Crack!”

With a hair-raising noise, Otto’s terrifying jaws snapped shut.

Unfortunately for him, he only bit air – the God of War was unexpectedly resilient at this crucial moment.

Regrettably for the God of War, Otto still had five usable mouths and could even have more if he wished.

As the God of War gasped for breath, another monstrous dragon head, flexible like a giant snake, lunged towards him.

The interval between the two attacks was short, and the God of War barely had time to adjust his position.

Ultimately, he could only try to sidestep, but the price for such a simple evasion was a cruel one.

Thunderous power surged on Otto’s sharp teeth, violently tearing off another arm of the God of War.

Upon suffering such severe damage, the God of War didn’t feel apparent pain but rather an excessive numbness at the wounded area.

Lively silver danced at his wound, rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Seeing this, the God of War’s heart sank completely.

It was obvious – he had fallen into a state of paralysis.

The God of War knew that he might be able to find a way to break free from this state, but before that, he would likely be dealt with by the Black Dragon in front of him.

As he acknowledged his condition, the God of War couldn’t help but curse the Shadow Lord and the Spider Goddess.

What the hell were they doing in this urgent situation?!

When the God of War looked back, he saw the Spider Goddess struggling to deal with the attack from the Blackstone Floating City.

A large number of densely packed magic cannons surrounded the Cannon of Truth, launching continuous attacks on the Spider Goddess.

Although these attacks weren’t lethal to a divine incarnation, they were still a hassle to deal with.

The Spider Goddess was already unable to help, occupied with fending off these pesky attacks.

As for the Shadow Lord, that coward wouldn’t dare help the God of War.

Since the last shot, the Cannon of Truth had been aimed at him relentlessly, no matter where he disappeared or reappeared, the cannon never lost sight of him.

So even now, the Shadow Lord didn’t dare to stop moving, fearing the attack of the Cannon of Truth, and ending up like the Mother of Evil Dragons.

Though unwilling to accept the situation, the God of War understood that he had to rely on himself, no matter what happened next.

Otto wouldn’t give him much time to think. Just as his body was rendered numb and difficult to move, Otto’s remaining dragon heads mercilessly continued their assault.

Despite the God of War’s best efforts, he couldn’t change his ultimate fate.

In just a few rounds of combat, his arms tightly gripping divine weapons were completely torn off.

And after losing his ability to resist, Otto’s five monstrous dragon heads unrelentingly tore him to pieces.

Seeing the scattered flesh all over the sky, Otto, still not completely sure, followed up with several breath attacks. He nodded in satisfaction only after confirming the complete death of the God of War’s incarnation.

Of the four gods, only two remained. No matter how unwilling they were to admit it, deep in the hearts of the Shadow Lord and the Spider Goddess, they knew all too well that their operation against Otto had completely failed.

Faced with this situation, the Shadow Lord’s figure continuously twisted and disappeared in mid-air, apparently trying to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Although this incarnation didn’t carry part of his Godhead, and its death wouldn’t cause substantial damage to his true self, the Shadow Lord still wanted to preserve himself whenever possible, as forming an incarnation required time and energy.