Capítulo 1811: Chapter 870: Shadow Legion VS Undead Legion

The first one to drill out was the Lizard Queen.

However, she did not appear in her Shadow Giant Dragon form but as her physical self.

The first thing she did was open her gaping mouth beneath the black mist, sweeping countless skeletons and zombies into her maw, chewing them with a crunch, incredibly crisp and tasty.

Then, with a tilt of her neck, she swallowed them down, not caring if they were completely dead; her powerful stomach would take care of the rest.

Gluttony had become an addiction she couldn’t quit.

This situation hadn’t changed a bit, even being imprisoned by Gaven at Weizemay Manor; on the contrary, it worsened. She wouldn’t miss any opportunity to feast.

Even if it affected the battle and would lead to severe punishment from Gaven afterward, she didn’t care.

Like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, the situation couldn’t possibly get worse than it was now.

In this current battle situation, it was more beneficial than harmful, especially with a Death Stalker greedily eyeing all the corpses and bones on the side. Her way of swallowing and digesting them directly into her stomach was an effective prevention against future threats.

As for those Berserk Winds’ attacks, the Lizard Queen completely ignored them, including the injuries caused by the Fury Blade, which were extremely limited.

The situation of the Berserk Wind was very similar to the Six-armed Snake Demon, unparalleled in group attack, a harvest machine on the battlefield. Wherever their berserk figures moved, death followed.

But their single-target attacks were clearly lacking. Facing an entity like the Lizard Queen, with thick skin and a defense that was nearly absolute, they were obviously inadequate. The frenzied attacks felt like a massage to her, leaving marks but no substantial harm.

The Lizard Queen’s appetite was extraordinary; stretching her neck, she locked onto a Berserk Wind, intending to swallow it whole, weapons and all.

If she managed to bite, she could truly do it.

Giant Dragons were always famous for their enormous appetite; there was nothing they couldn’t consume, nothing they couldn’t digest. Many Metal Dragons had peculiar habits of consuming certain metals and jewels.

Unfortunately, the speed of these Berserk Winds was exceptional. Though silent, they were high-intelligence undead. Seeing that the Lizard Queen was such a tough nut to crack, they immediately detoured.

Their burning desire for battle didn’t mean they would stubbornly fight to the death when there was no chance of victory.

As battlefield spirits, they were only interested in killing the enemy, not being killed by the enemy.

Seeing that the Berserk Winds had no intention of clashing with her, the Lizard Queen didn’t pursue them either. Even if she wanted, she couldn’t; her terrifying defensive power came at the cost of speed.

Compared to chasing these pesky enemies, freely feasting was far more interesting.

Facing the Skeleton Army, the Lizard Queen indulged in a gluttonous spree, eating everything in sight, be it fleshless Skeleton Soldiers, rotten-flesh-covered Zombies, or dried-up Mummies. As long as they could be swallowed, she devoured them all.

If she could capture and consume the Shadows or Ghosts, she probably would have eaten them too.

Accidentally, she bumped into a Living Bone Tower in front of her. Without a second thought, she opened her mouth wide, stretched her neck, and swallowed it whole, chewing a few times before gulping it down.

With the Living Bone Tower gone, the surrounding black mist quickly dissipated, exposing the Lizard Queen and the skeletal remains to the light of the City Defense Maze Lock. The sizzling black smoke caused them to collapse in batches, yet the Lizard Queen in her physical form was unaffected, burping and continuing her devouring path.

She finally felt something in her stomach, not as hungry as before.

Devouring these undead was actually beneficial to her current self. After all, her flesh and blood were special, fundamentally transformed from negative energy. Even in her physical state, her nature leaned towards negative energy.

These bones soaked in negative energy were her body’s greatest supplement, effectively quenching her thirst.

For her thirst wasn’t purely physical; more of it stemmed from the soul.

Realizing this, the Lizard Queen ate with even more gusto.

The second to emerge was Gaven’s ace fighter, Ophelia the Six-armed Snake Demon. Spotting the Berserk Winds, her eyes lit up, performing a short-distance teleportation, charging at a Berserk Wind and beginning a counterattack while brandishing her Serpent Hilt Curved Sword, taunting, “Let me see if your attacks live up to the name of Sword Spirit.”

Seeing prey excited her, wanting to rival them in multiple-arm combat.

Perhaps the Berserk Wind also thought similarly and fearlessly engaged in counterattack with the Six-armed Snake Demon.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the dense clanging of collisions. It was no longer the sound of forging iron; no matter how skilled a Blacksmith was, they couldn’t strike at such speed. Even if someone nearby tried to count, a slight slip of the tongue wouldn’t keep up.

Their attack speeds matched almost perfectly, each capable of executing six strikes in one round, five times in six seconds. In total, they slashed thirty times, an absolutely terrifying number.