Caesar straightened his body and lifted the Calamity Dragon with one hand while twisting his left forelimb in a strange way, tearing off a large piece of flesh from his wound.
He had full control over his body, so the Calamity Dragon's mixed curse couldn't penetrate his body, and the neurotoxins and blood toxins were immediately detected by Caesar as soon as they invaded his body.
A second later, he controlled all the blood vessels and organs in his body to temporarily seal off the blood flow and isolate that area.
Finally, Caesar cut off the entire injured area and threw it away.
If it was any other dragon, they probably wouldn't do such a thing. This wasn't just a small piece of skin, the Calamity Dragon's attack point was the Black Dragon's entire upper right abdomen, where countless blood vessels and organs were connected.
But this was nothing to Caesar. Under the effect of stress hormones, his body was in a state of rapid regeneration, so it would only take a short while for him to fully recover. The price he had to pay was only a bit of mental and physical exhaustion.
“！！”
Seeing the Black Dragon staring at her and calmly tearing off the wound, Angra's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged through her body.
She was a bit panicked and kicked Caesar's body with all her might, spitting out the Calamity Dragon's acid breath from her mouth while casting several draconic spells in an attempt to break free.
But it was already too late.
* Crack crack crack … *
The bones in her neck creaked as they were squeezed. Under the unparalleled strength, Angora's throat was torn apart amidst the incessant crunching sounds.
It's over!
The last thought flashed through the Calamity Dragon's mind before her consciousness sank into darkness.
Although true dragons had extremely tenacious vitality, they were still living creatures in the end. Apart from magic, they didn't have many abilities that were beyond common sense, so when a vital part like the neck or the heart was damaged, they would still die.
From the moment the Calamity Dragon revealed her true body until now, it had only been 30 seconds, and she was already dead.
In fact, Angra could only blame herself for this. If she had honestly used the advantages of being a Calamity Dragon and fought against Caesar using her magic, although she might not have been able to defeat the Black Dragon Lord, she would have at least been able to contend with Caesar for a while.
In the end, she didn't know her limits and went to play close combat with Caesar. She wanted to use her poison ability to force Caesar to submit after getting close to him. However, Black Dragon didn't fall for it at all and grabbed her back.
With Caesar's current strength, he could even suppress an adult Red Dragon, so how could a Calamity Dragon break free from his claws?
Speaking of which, Angola's death was a bit unjustified, because there was no such freak as Caesar among the Chromatic Dragons. If every True Dragon could resist the poison and curse of the Calamity Dragons, the Calamity Dragons would have gone extinct long ago. Angola had run into a guy who was beyond common sense.
But no matter what, in the end, the Calamity Dragon was still dead.
Caesar grabbed her neck and shook it a bit, only to find that Angra had lost all resistance. Her body swayed involuntarily with his strength, and all her limbs and tail drooped down.
She was dead.
After receiving confirmation, Caesar casually threw the dragon's corpse aside and put it aside for the time being.
Negendro was riding on a skeletal horse. His skeletal right arm was tightly gripping the magic longsword 'Howl', and the Soulfire in his eye sockets was gradually weakening.
The Black Dragon Lord, he had actually killed Angra.
Unless the factions between true dragons were extremely hostile, and there was no blood feud between them, even if one side had a decisive advantage, they wouldn't kill the loser.
This was a set of rules that had been established among the dragon species.
Whether it was the Green Dragon from before or the current Calamity Dragon, neither of them intended to kill Caesar. They only wanted to reclaim Caesar, and were prepared to use all kinds of methods to suppress and force the Black Dragon to become their helper.
As a result, Caesar felt threatened and killed the Calamity Dragon with a backhand.
Caesar couldn't be blamed for this. He was just a dragon, and his dragon heritage was incomplete. His knowledge was limited, and he was considered a weakling among dragons. Moreover, he had a different mental state compared to true dragons. In short, he was mentally ill, and these dragons actually wanted to reason with a mentally ill person?
This guy didn't intend to follow the rules of dragons at all. Not only did he kill Angra, but he also planned to kill the Green Dragon Silvia in the future.
Seeing the Black Dragon's injuries quickly healing, Negendro felt pain all over his body.
Airadia's humans often said that Undead Knights would bring slaughter and despair to living creatures, but he didn't bring despair to others, and instead, he felt despair first.
The Black Knight's thoughts were full of twists and turns. Originally, when he finished his plan and saw the Undead Knights abandon their horses and jump onto the Black Dragon's back, he felt that the situation was set, but Caesar turned around and used [Dragon Breath] to break it.
Then, when he saw Angra give up his disguise and return to his original form to deal a fatal blow to the Black Dragon, he felt that the situation was set, but the Calamity Dragon's neck was broken.
Now that he saw the Black Dragon's body rapidly regenerating, Negendro felt that the situation was set, but it was a terrible ending for them …
The undead army was defeated.
Although there were endless low-level skeletons behind them that could be replenished, and the undead didn't show any signs of retreat, he still lost in the end. He and his Undead Knights didn't find the enemy's real weakness and couldn't cause any substantial damage to the Black Dragon Lord.
If they continued to fight, these high-level undead would be wiped out by Caesar one by one.
"I admit that you've won."
Negendro decisively admitted defeat. The undead didn't have the concept of honor. They fought to unify the Underdark and turn the Black Dragon into a Corpse Dragon, but when they found that it was impossible, the Black Knight decisively chose to stop their losses and surrender.
He jumped down from his skeletal horse and faced the Black Dragon. He took three steps forward, then knelt on one knee and placed his sword on the ground. "Black Knight Negendro, willing to serve you."
The other Undead Knights looked at each other and didn't hesitate. They were the Black Knight's loyal followers, so they naturally chose the same path as their master. After that, they all dismounted and silently faced the Black Dragon, half-kneeling behind Negendro.
Caesar looked at the Black Knight who had surrendered, as well as the remaining twenty Undead Knights behind him. His eyes flashed, and he paused for a moment before saying, "Make the undead stop."
"Stop attacking and give up resistance." Negendro immediately reacted and gave the order.
It was impossible to rely on roaring to convey such a large-scale command on the battlefield. For those low-level subordinates, the high undead had their own unique way of manipulating them. They vibrated their soulfire and emitted different ripples to convey some simple orders.
Like a ripple, most of the unintelligent skeletons didn't have any intelligence and subconsciously obeyed the will of the high-level undead, immediately stopping their actions. Some of the intelligent undead also hesitated for a few seconds before retreating a distance and stopping their attacks.
At this point, the curtains fell on the war between the north and the south.