ROAR—!
From the grafted wyvern on Godrick's left arm, he spewed blazing flames, like a thick, fiery whip, scorching tombstones, the ground, and weeds wherever it reached. The tail whip was hurled at Nidhogg.
Before the flame even approached, the high temperature was already scorching!
Nidhogg leaped in time, dramatically dodging the dragon fire. Upon landing, he ordered Oleg and Ingvall to pounce on Godrick!
CRASH! CRASH—!
The "Stormhawk Wings" summoned a whirlwind in unison, soaring into the air. Halberd and twin swords struck at Godrick's head one after another!
Godrick's eyes narrowed slightly. The grafted dragon paused its flame breath, then suddenly lunged, biting as fast as a python, precisely catching Oleg, who was approaching his face!
CRUNCH—!
The grafted dragon viciously bit Oleg's body. Its fangs and sharp teeth suddenly clamped down, sharply tearing apart Oleg, who was already bleeding!
Immediately, Godrick spun sharply, drawing a semi-circular arc with the royal axe in his right hand. He slashed diagonally, hitting Ingvall, who had rushed in from behind, and cleaved Ingvall, who was also bleeding!
The two spirits instantly scattered like dust, returning to Nidhogg's Spirit Calling Bell.
Nidhogg couldn't help but frown.
At that moment, he suddenly felt something stir in his arms. A small figure emerged from it.
It was a miniature, doll-like figure that emerged from Nidhogg's embrace and jumped onto his shoulder.
Little Ranni, in her wide snow-witch's magic hat, shook herself, then calmly surveyed everything in the courtyard, looking at the "grafted" Godrick, who bore the title of demigod, just like her.
"Just do it." Ranni calmly said to Nidhogg. "I will help you."
Nidhogg hadn't expected Ranni, who had been asleep for a long time, to suddenly wake up and appear at such a moment. This could be considered quite timely. He immediately nodded.
After defeating the "Stormhawk Wings," Godrick surveyed the scene, as if looking down upon the world. Now only Nidhogg and Melina remained.
People like Nepheli, Slan, and the others had been hit by the shockwaves from the royal axe. Their limbs and bones ached terribly. They couldn't get up for a long time.
So Godrick directed the grafted dragon into the air. Orange-red flames flared from the dragon's head, intending to annihilate everyone present.
Skill: Bear Witness!
Soon, a huge pillar of fire erupted from the dragon's maw, soared into the air, and transformed into clusters of blazing meteors, roaring and densely crashing to the ground!
CRASH! CRASH—!
Dragon-fire meteors slammed into the ground, as if countless artillery shells were being dropped. Most of the ground in the courtyard before Godrick was once again ravaged, leaving behind shattered craters one after another!
The scorching flames also connected with each other, forming a sea of fire!
Nepheli had been through hundreds of battles, and she was terrified by this scene. As the many flaming meteors roared and crashed down, she had no time to dodge and could do nothing else.
The four Dabasha risked their lives, grabbed Slan, Azan, and Serpico, lifted them, and threw them under the porch at the entrance to avoid the meteor bombardment.
Everyone crashed into the corridor, curled up into a ball, not caring about anything else. One after another, they turned their heads to look into the courtyard.
They saw a chaotic, fire-filled courtyard and a figure darting between the meteors, charging towards Godrick like a hunting hound!
Nidhogg flickered from meteor to meteor, getting closer and closer to Godrick.
Melina didn't move. She stood in a relatively safe zone, providing Nidhogg with faith and focus support timely and steadily.
Godrick hadn't expected Nidhogg to dare resist his wyvern combat skill—"Bear Witness"—and charge at him. He frowned. His heart grew more and more furious.
Back in the royal capital of Leyndell, it was Radahn the Starscourge who had humiliated him in such a way, being so powerful that he could barely fight back while near him.
And Malenia, the Goddess of Rot, equally terrifying, had made him pay the price for underestimating his enemy, kissing her toes in exchange for a chance to escape.
After that, Godrick came to Stormveil City, learned from experience, then pondered "grafting," and then became obsessed with "grafting" to gain strength and never suffer such humiliation again.
He also had ambitions—to return to the Erdtree and replace the so-called last king, the "Grace-Given Lord" Morgott, to rule the royal capital of Leyndell as the orthodox identity of Godfrey and Godwyn's bloodline!
For this, Godrick not only used the royal axe inherited from Godfrey, but also tried to imitate Godwyn and obtain the support of dragon power.
Of course, Godwyn had exchanged his powerful combat prowess and royal character for the admiration and friendship of the ancient dragons.
As a descendant of thin blood, Godrick could only use the evil path of "wyvern grafting" to obtain wyvern power.
Flying dragons are far inferior to ancient dragons, let alone a dead flying dragon. Of course, unless this flying dragon is that "mad dragon" Bayle, that's another matter.
Looking at Nidhogg, who was getting closer and closer, Godrick's mood was understandably bad.
Wouldn't it be ridiculous if I paid such a high price, endured such humiliation, and strengthened my power with the infamy of "grafting" until now, only to still feel threatened by a junior like you?!
Thinking this, Godrick raised the royal axe and smashed it down again. Three shockwaves in a row swept over the flames, extinguishing them, and crashed into Nidhogg!
Nidhogg soared and leaped, dodging the shockwave, and landed right before Godrick's eyes!
Godrick had done this on purpose, making Nidhogg jump so he couldn't move in the air.
The grafted wyvern's bloody maw opened and spewed blazing flames at Nidhogg in the air!
Die! Godrick thought viciously.
However, the next moment, Godrick saw Nidhogg curl up in the air within a strange, luminous sphere, transforming into a dark and cold full moon!
This is...
Godrick's eyelids twitched. He only felt that this magic was very familiar to him. It wasn't the "Moon Princess"...
Before he could react, Ranni's Dark Moon had already burst forth from Nidhogg and surged forward, colliding with the flames of the grafted wyvern!
CRASH—!
The flames struck Ranni's Dark Moon. They either rebounded or froze, making a sizzling sound. Smoke steamed, and all lost their power!
Although Ranni's Dark Moon continued to weaken and shrink, it was enough to hover before the grafted wyvern and suddenly explode!
CRASH—!
A piercing cold overflowed. In an instant, the still-active grafted wyvern and Godrick's severed arm were frozen into an ice sculpture, solid as a stone pillar!
Godrick was stunned and secretly exerted force, but the grafted wyvern couldn't respond—it seemed that Ranni's Dark Moon had temporarily disabled his "graft."
But this was temporary. As long as he survived this time, he could still awaken the power of the dead flying dragon. Not to mention the frozen flying dragon.
The main thing is to survive this time...
He looked up and saw Nidhogg calmly land. On Nidhogg's shoulder sat a miniature Ranni, which involuntarily stunned him.
This attire is clearly that of the Snow Witch... However, the Snow Witch Renna was Ranni's teacher...
And indeed, this face, this haughty character—it's truly the long-lost "Moon Princess" Ranni!
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