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The Draconic General's mouth was sealed shut, he was unable to speak, and he was unable to use his Dragon Tongue! When Blake told him that he wasn't using his powers correctly, this is what he meant.
"You use the elements for your advantage, but how does that differentiate you from the rest of the magicians then?" Blake wondered.
As he spoke, the black and crimson frost continued growing across the body of the Draconic General, even without being able to speak, he could still destroy the ice.
Or he tried, even as he imbued his Mana and Draconic Energy into his claws, making them blaze with dragon flames, he could still not break the black and red ice.
And it kept sapping away at his lifeforce to a speed he could barely handle!
"GRRHHH!"
With a ferocious and decisive scream, he swung his sword and cut through his leg, freeing himself from the ice and then using his powers to materialize a new leg out of fire, running towards Blake!
"GRRRHHHH!"
With an even more angered groan, but without opening his mouth, Erdremath approached Noah at lightning speed, his giant blade swinging down over and over again, trying to completely slash him into pieces with utter wrath!
"Your attacks will never reach me."
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
And as he said, a supernatural force wrapped around the body of the general, and his blows could not touch him anymore.
"GUH?!"
He kept trying and trying, yet nothing.
"Okay, you can hit me all you want now."
"GRHH?!"
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Even more furious, the general attacked Blake again, each blow did... absolutely no damage. It was as if he was hitting a giant pole made of solid steel of the highest durability and strength.
In fact, the only one getting hurt was him, his hands were bleeding, as he couldn't stop attacking Blake even when he already wanted to run away.
"Fafnir, you're next."
"Uuaaaggh!"
The general screamed in agony as he suddenly cut himself quicker, so quickly his entire head was sent flying, rolling over the ground, his enormous body quickly fell to the floor, blood splattering everywhere.
"General... death?!"
"No... This can't happen!"
"Bastard human!"
"Kill human! KILL!"
As stupid as Blake thought they were, the lizardmen and their dragon born variants, charged against Blake all at once, but Blake smiled, pointing his spear at them.
"I will give you swift deaths at the very least, your general has been given enough humiliation."
{Divine Spear God Arts} [One Hundred Lightning Blows]!
Blake's entire body turned into crimson lightning for a second, moving his spear at a speed the lizardmen and the monstrosities could simply not discern.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A hundred blows, all of them landed on their targets, the spears pierced their bodies, a single stab imbued with so much force and speed that their bodies immediately exploded into countless pieces of flesh and guts.
His movements were precise and overwhelming, overbearing, and almighty. It was as if his hands and his weapon had become thunder itself...
The surviving elites that had yet to be slain by Blake's friends, only could watch in utter disbelief.
They always thought they would win no matter what, that their conquest had given them the justification to take things easy.
But an absolute monster had suddenly stepped into their battlefield.
And he would turn their entire war upside down, with a strength that could only compare to their God, and an army that can even surpass theirs.
"Don't worry... Death is not the end for you," Blake said. "You will also pay for your sins after death. Rise."
And then all those he killed began to rise once more, even their general...
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