Second World-Chapter 1721 . Infernal Chaos Domain

With these additional siege weapons, the damage dealt to the wall increased significantly. Even with the defensive skills of Azzarilth and the other units, they still couldn't prevent the rapid decay of the wall.

"Hmph!" Azzarilth spread her wings, which blanketed almost everyone on the battlement above the main gate. She took to the air as the allied force's vanguard troops were approaching.

"Four Winds!" Jack called.

"Let's do this," Four Winds took out his chief badge.

Their badges shone as they were activated. Roars were heard as the clouds suddenly turned dark. Thunder, lightning, and rain followed. Azzarilth, who was about to lunge forward, stopped flapping her wings. She looked up at the roiling clouds.

Her large mouth went up in a snicker. Her sharp teeth were fully exposed. World Maker members who stood nearby moved away from her upon seeing her wicked grin.

A rumbling voice was heard as Broidrireg descended from the dark clouds. Quetzalcoatl was behind him. "When I learned of the eldritch beholder's release, I suspected that your seal would be in danger too. I requested Tiemezzys to check your seal. I guess he was too late."

Broidrireg looked at the northern wall. He saw zombie Zorvis there. He didn't expect Zorvis to still be alive when he saw Azzarilth out in the open, but the scene still hurt his heart.

Broidrireg looked back down, but his eyes were not on Azzarilth. They were on Master.

"You… You have brought calamities to the true dragons. Today, you will die a true death," Broidrireg announced.

A spell formation formed rapidly on his right claw. A huge lance made of wind appeared beside him. That lance shot down with breakneck speed as soon as it appeared. It caused sonic booms as it pierced through the air.

"He shouldn't have gotten in my way," Azzarilth returned. There was no remorse in her voice. "Are you going to get in my way?"

"If you are helping that villain down there, then yes," Broidrireg answered.

"Hm… What a pity. I lost a brother before I was sealed. It seems like I will lose another one so soon after I am free."

Once Azzarilth finished speaking, an energy sphere spread out of her. Everything that was passed by this sphere turned bleaker. The sphere expanded until it covered an extremely large area. Both Broidrireg and Quetzalcoatl were within this sphere.

"Infernal Chaos domain…," Broidrireg muttered.

A thin layer of dark veil seemed to cover his and Quetzalcoatl's body. These layers made the two feel extremely uncomfortable. They felt as if something was gnawing at their skins, trying to get inside their bodies and causing them to decompose. As seconds passed, small damage numbers started appearing above their heads.

Quetzalcoatl grunted and a thin layer of electricity covered his body. In Broidrireg's case, strong winds blew all around his body. The dark veils covering them were dispelled. The damage over time was stopped, but the discomfort of being inside Azzarilth's infernal chaos domain remained. This domain reduced their stats aside from causing damage.

"So… You are still unwilling to repent?" Broidrireg asked. He already knew that a battle was unavoidable, but he was still extremely sad that he had to fight his sister again.

"Hahaha! You are still as soft as you were," Azzarilth mocked. "And here I thought you have grown a pair. I guess you have to see more true dragons fall then."

Azzarilth lunged at Broidrireg. At the same time, a spectral projection shot out of her. This spectral projection came at Quetzalcoatl. The spectral copy lifted her claw imbued with chaotic energies.

"Hello, nephew," The spectral copy greeted Quetzalcoatl with a chilling voice. "Are you ready to die?"

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