"Die! Bastard!" The green dragon breath washed over the body of the Fire Demon frantically, and the compressed wind blades mixed in it cut the flesh of the Fire Demon's body, causing it to roll up, and red blood flowed, but this did not cause any serious harm.

"Snap!" A whip mark deep enough to see the bone appeared on Cardo's back. The fire demon waved the flaming whip to vent his anger!

The two disaster-level beasts that had been fighting for a long time still showed no signs of fatigue... Their eyes were bloodshot, they fought wantonly, their moves were deadly, and they only wanted to kill each other!

"Damn it!" Omsk retreated, leaning on his sword. He was truly exhausted. The Balrog's immense size made his attacks as weak as a tickle. As a hero, Omsk's abilities were more inclined towards group combat. His powerful single-target attacks were usable in open plains or forests, but in the catacombs of Moria... he was afraid of causing a landslide! After all, Judgment's attacks were three-dimensional! When Omsk unleashed Judgment of Light and Shadow with all his might, the force would undoubtedly rip Moria's skull apart!

"Retreat! Omsk!" Roland led Lagran's soldiers to retreat to a distance, and he spoke to Omsk.

It was clear that Omsk hadn't gained the upper hand in his struggle with the Balrog. Although he had the ability to kill the Balrog, it was too cautious! Omsk was severely restricted by it. Unable to get close, Omsk's ranged energy attacks alone were no threat to the Balrog.

"Your Highness, it's too tricky!" Omsk apologized.

"Take a break. I don't blame you. After all, you are a survivor of the War of Wrath! Those who can survive must be capable!" Roland shook his head with a complicated expression. The two strongest fighters under his command were exhausted or seriously injured. Only Kaslo and his dragon Cardo were still holding on. With the combination of Kaslo's roaming attacks and Cardo's head-on confrontation, they were able to fight the Fire Demon on equal terms.

"Can we... win?" Roland regretted his decision for the first time. Yes, according to the system's nature, a mission that could reward a Dragon Rider General was definitely a dangerous undertaking. He naively thought it would be easy... Watching "Gan Doufu" killing the Flame Demons, he thought he could do the same... Facts proved him wrong!

"Even if we can't win, we can still protect ourselves!" Omsk shook his head.

"Don't look at how miserable they are. The only one seriously injured is your elven dragon. Their wounds are only superficial!" Omsk sighed. The terrifying recovery ability of the Scourge-class monsters gave them an extremely long and sustained combat capability. So even though the two Scourge-class monsters had their brains beaten to a pulp, they were still not seriously injured...

"boom!"

As he spoke, the Fire Demon had already grabbed the Storm Dragon by the neck and slammed it hard against the mountain beside him. Rocks of all sizes rolled down and shattered into pieces...

"Asshole! You'll pay the price!" Obscure dragon language rang out in the Fire Demon's ears. A cyan shockwave exploded crazily, and the Fire Demon stumbled and flew out...

“Ouch!”

Suddenly, several flashes of cold light flashed by! The Balrog let out a shrill scream. Several royal guards had seized the opportunity to draw their spears and deliver a vicious blow! The war energy within the spears quickly erupted within the Balrog! Although it didn't cause much damage, the intense pain still caused the Balrog to freeze.

"Bang!" Seeing the opportunity, Cardo rushed forward, knocked the Fire Demon away with a dragon charge, and then opened his bloody mouth and bit the Fire Demon's neck.

“Tear!”

"Ouch!" With the Balrog's painful roar, Cardo's dragon head was actually torn off his neck by the Balrog! Two lines of deep wounds flowed out with blood!

"Pooh!" Cardo retreated and spat out the blood in his mouth with disdain, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You! I want you dead! Do you think the dragon race can do whatever they want?" The Balrog angrily used flames to solidify the wound on his neck. At that moment, he truly felt the fear of death! If he hadn't torn off Cardo's abyssal maw in time, his neck would have been bitten in half by the dragon!

"Hiss!" Roland's scalp suddenly tingled when he saw the bloody fire demon. The aftermath of the fight between these gods alone made Roland feel terrified, not to mention Caslo who was roaming around and attacking on the battlefield.

At this time, Kaslo was frantically dodging the Balrog's attacks and leaving wounds on the Balrog! The sharp sword had left many marks on the Balrog's skin.

"Kardo! Its skin is too thick! I can't kill him!" Kaslo communicated with his dragon through his mind.

"Damn it! This guy already has Stoneskin Armor and Lava Armor!" Cardo said angrily. These two layers of armor attached to the surface of the Balrog are the Balrog's strongest defense! Even the dragon can't do anything to it...

"How did you skin him?" Cardo said as he dodged the slap.

"Powerful attack! It's beyond its endurance!" Cardo said while attacking the fire demon.

“???” Caslo widened his eyes. If there was a way to break through the Flame Demon’s defense, why would he ask you?

"Let's hold it back first! We can only try to wear it down to death! If things don't work, I will cover the retreat of the imperial army!" Cardo said helplessly.

"Try your best to kill it! We need the wealth here!" Kaslo maneuvered between the fire demon and the dragon.

"I'll try my best!" After agreeing, Cardo fought with the fire demon again.

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"They're too close! We can't attack!" The rangers looked at the two huge monsters rolling and wrestling on the ground and spread their hands to Roland.

"Damn it! How could this happen!" Roland punched the ruins angrily.

"King Roland! Let's retreat first!" Balin walked over worriedly. Facing such a behemoth as the Balrog, the dwarves now had no way to deal with it!

"Where are your black arrows?" Omsk suddenly had an idea. He thought of the dwarves' killing weapon against the behemoths!

"Black arrows? For dragon hunters? Maybe there are some in the Halls of Marsabul!" Balin's brows knitted together. He couldn't guarantee whether these things existed. After all, so many years had passed! Aside from the black arrows hidden in the secret armory, the others had long been taken away by the orcs!

"Your Highness! Take your men and Lord Balin to look for him! Come back as soon as possible! I'll go and hold the Balrog back!" After resting for a while, Omsk drew his sword and said to Roland. Now only the dwarf's black arrows could provide them with support, and other weapons could not cause any damage to the Balrog.

"Will the black arrow work? The dwarves definitely tried it back then! But the Balrog is obviously not dead!" Roland was a little skeptical about this.

"We don't need to rely on black arrows to kill it! I or your dragon rider! We both have the ability to end it! And we only need an opportunity! An opportunity for the fire demon to reveal a flaw!" A firm look flashed in Omsk's eyes.

"Wait for me!" Roland patted Omsk's shoulder and turned away quickly.