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Eldorado embraced Agamemnon with both hands, let out a roar, and then launched a fierce collision. The impact was not just an attack of strength, but also brought fatal injuries. The densely covered spikes on his body, like a layer of steel needle-like protection, not only provided defense for him, but also served as deadly weapons. When he tightly embraced Agamemnon, these spikes pierced into Agamemnon's skin, causing deep wounds.
Agamemnon felt the sharp pain of the spikes piercing his skin, each point of penetration burning like a flame. His skin and muscles were torn by the spikes, and fresh blood slowly oozed from the wounds. This kind of pain far exceeded ordinary injuries; it was not only physical tearing, but also accompanied by Agamemnon's sensitive reaction to his own body.
This sudden attack caught Agamemnon off guard, and he could only attempt to block the force with his giant sword. However, in the face of Eldorado's savage strength, his defense seemed insignificant. Eldorado locked him firmly, like an immovable steel fortress, suppressing Agamemnon tightly.
Agamemnon felt immense pressure as his body was tightly constrained by this force, as if there was no escape. Eldorado's hands were as strong as steel, rendering him immobile.
Agamemnon strove to remain alert, rapidly considering countermeasures in his mind. Despite being in an extremely disadvantageous situation, he maintained his composure and determination. In this life-or-death moment, Agamemnon focused all his energy onto his flaming greatsword. With his concentration and focus, the flames on the sword seemed to respond to his will, becoming more intense and ferocious. A powerful and bright flame suddenly surged from the sword, directly attacking Eldorado.
The flames instantly engulfed Eldorado's body, resembling a beast within the fire. Eldorado was tormented by the burning pain, involuntarily releasing his grip on Agamemnon. In agony, he shot out a series of burning spikes, hoping to combat the sea of flames before him.
These spikes left burning trails in the air, flying towards Agamemnon like shooting stars. Due to their close proximity, Agamemnon had little time to react. He could only rely on his giant sword to try to block these burning spikes. Despite the protection provided by his dragon scales, he could not completely avoid being injured under such dense and intense attacks. The impact of the spikes and the burning flames brought him a series of pains. New wounds appeared on Agamemnon, and the mixture of fresh blood and flames made the battle even more intense and cruel.
As for Eldorado, the once incredibly powerful Half Blood, he is now being tormented by Agamemnon's flames. His skin sizzles in the raging flames, as if his flesh is being roasted on charcoal. The pain makes his roar deeper and more intense, and every breath brings unbearable agony.
Eldorado tried to shake his body to extinguish the flames, but his efforts seemed futile in the face of the fire. The flames appeared to have a will of their own, tightly wrapping around him, denying him any chance to catch his breath. His skin gradually turned black, charred pieces emitting a sight too unbearable to behold.
Meanwhile, Agamemnon found his strength in the midst of agony. His eyes burned with a resolute and cold light, and the flaming greatsword in his hand seemed to be an extension of his inner fury. He wielded the greatsword with astonishing speed and power, each strike bringing forth searing flames and a piercing clash of metal.
Agamemnon's attacks were precise and fierce, each sword strike adding another wound to Eldorado's body. The flames not only severed Eldorado's thorns, but also left deep marks on his skin. Each blow was accompanied by the burning of flames, instantly vaporizing the splattering blood.
Eldorado's resistance became increasingly feeble, his body gradually weakening under the relentless assault. His movements became sluggish, no longer able to counterattack as swiftly as before. The dual ravages of flames and sword blade began to erode his wildness and strength.
Finally, he exhausted all his strength. He knelt on the ground, still burning all over, shaking his head constantly, trying to shake off the consuming pain. The flames burned fiercely on him, illuminating the surrounding wilderness and reflecting every trace of pain on his body.
Agamemnon stood in front of Eldorado with a flaming great sword in his hand, his eyes filled with determination and resolve. The great sword shimmered with a majestic light in the night sky, as if it had become the executor of justice.
"Any last words?" Agamemnon's voice was loud and clear, devoid of any pity or hesitation.
Eldorado struggled in agony, his body severely burned by the flames, every breath filled with unbearable pain. He made a strenuous effort to lift his head, his expression contorted in agony. In the final moments, he managed to speak through the pain, "I go to your mother..." His words were cut off before he could finish.
Agamemnon did not hesitate and struck with his sword. Eldorado's head was chopped off by the sharp blade of the great sword, leaving a trail of fire as it flew to the ground, emitting a heavy thud.
This was the end of a fierce and brutal battle, and Eldorado's life came to an end. Agamemnon stood on the charred battlefield, the great sword still in his hand, his eyes flashing with the calm and depth after the battle.
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