Chapter 248: white dragon

"Here we come..." DIO rubbed his dizzy head and said.

"Master DIO, the escape route has been prepared—" the Dead Apostle said to DIO in the collapsed building.

boom--

An arrow flew over and went right through DIO's feet.

"Okay, let's go..."

DIO stood up and looked coldly at the arrow that brought him fatal danger: "There is no need to leave anyone here, let's just run away... There are still eight hours left, no... even say It may take less than eight hours!"

The escape route has already been prepared.

DIO has already foreseen the current situation

The next moment, several people ran away from the escape channel...

If... nothing unexpected happens—

thump thump thump——

"This is it?" Dio turned his head slightly, and then saw the servant rushing towards us in this passage—

"Berserker..." DIO said, frowning slightly: "Leave someone to stop him—"

"In that case... how about leaving it to me? Master DIO?" Joseph Dawson, who was holding a black box in his hand, saluted with one hand.

"Go ahead, I'll leave it to you."

As DIO said, he continued to leave with the other dead disciples.

Can't stay for too long, it's just a Berserker now, if everyone stays, Berserker can indeed be killed, but... the result is to catch them all.

The only way to end is death!

Only this is not enough, we must persist until the arrival of the new moon.

pat—

Joseph Dawson put the box on the ground and watched the rushing Berserker open his mouth: "Really...you cut me last time, it hurts so much...you must cut this I will give you back the pain!"

"Roar——(Little boy, get out of the way—!)!" Berserker roared, and Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand stabbed towards the front—

It's like a heavy truck that wants to directly reduce everything in front of it to minced meat.

but-

boom--! !

"Roar..." Berserker fell silent for a while...

blocked!

His charge was blocked!

At this moment, Berserker seemed to see the dragon behind the Dead Apostle—

White dragon!

The white dragon exuding a familiar aura—

"Huh..." The dead apostle whose face was covered with scales raised his head, and his left hand, which had already turned into a dragon, blocked Berserker's way.

Plow marks more than ten meters long appeared on the ground—

The Dead Apostles block Berserker's impact with this!

"Why did I stay? Because - I am the most suitable person to stop you!" He clenched his fist with his right hand and punched Berserker violently, causing Berserker to take a small step back!

"It's really... a monster! Even with the help of the white dragon of Britain, can this effect be achieved?"

He is a user of the Age of Gods dress, and he uses a dress formed by regenerating and possessing the white dragon's scales through magic such as activation.

Relying on this, he can have one of the best powers among the high-ranking dead disciples.

but...

Still not as good as the one in front of—

He only took a small step back to block his punch with all his strength, while Berserker's impacting dead disciple retreated more than ten meters before stopping it.

but...

That's it!

clatter-

Joseph Dawson took a few steps back vigorously.

In this narrow passage, there is nowhere to hide from that monster, only to block it! Block it!

boom-

Boom boom boom—

Punch after punch blasted out.

In the end, even Berserker fell back several meters.

"Hahahaha—" Joseph Dawson laughed loudly: "It's the first time! This feeling—even using this thing before can't achieve this effect, but today I don't know what's going on... I don't know why Damn it! Power—it’s pouring out continuously! Ahhh! I know! This must be a gift from Lord Dio—a gift for giving me the final battle!”

boom-

boom-

The Dead Apostle's body began to swell, and wings slowly appeared behind him—

Minion.

He...will be swallowed by that dress.

Generally speaking, this is not the case. After all, this is a ritual dress that has been passed down from the age of the gods to the present. The safety degree has been calculated long ago, and there will be no situation where the ritual dress swallows the host.

but...

That refers to the general situation!

"Roar——(That's the only—?)!" Berserker roared, and the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand immediately removed the arm of the white dragon in front of him and the wings behind him.

"Roar (get out of the way!)—!"

Boom—

The next moment, Berserker's pupils shrank slightly, really... blocked it?

The Dead Apostle had lost consciousness, but his broken arm was brought back, and the two dragon claws stood in front of him, blocking Berserker's attack!

None of his attacks were blocked by retreating!

Although there is a reason why he didn't use his full strength, but...

"Roar!" Berserker roared angrily and lost all his rationality for a short time. When he came back to his senses, the ground was already a pile of minced meat!

"Humph—" He let out a heavy breath, as if saying "trash"...

Yes... this thing is strong, but...

Even that Bailong himself may not be able to beat Lu Bu! It's just a product of a runaway costume from the Age of Gods—he... found the wrong opponent!

"Roar--"

The next moment, Berserker roared and rushed forward like a heavy truck again.

and...

Behind the passage... slowly came a knight...

The knight's armor, it can be vaguely seen that it should have been white and green...but now it is covered in black.

Putting one arm on the ground, he let out a slight growl!

The next moment, the broken flesh and blood gathered around him and merged into his armor...

He...is the Berserker summoned by Kariya Matou—

It was also the culprit behind the change in the dress of the Dead Apostles.

The white dragon from Britain, the incarnation of the island - the magic dragon, Vortigern!