The Fire Dragon, already in a frenzy, was proud and looked down upon the common, lowly Dragon Species. How could it endure such an affront, almost like being insulted right to its face as a slave?
If such an insult ca from a human, like an ant in its eyes, it naturally wouldn’t sting at all.
But Losa, in its eyes, though not as noble, was far superior to those lowly Dragon Species only fit to be its servants, barely reaching the threshold of being worthy of its attention.
Its pair of golden dragon eyes imdiately turned towards Losa. The temperature within the gun formation, once filled with Dragon Fla, was no longer so terrifying.
Wielding the Holy Sword, Rahel, the giant knight with a golden body like exquisite porcelain, already covered in cracks, swung his longsword to stand in front of Losa. Although Losa couldn’t see his face clearly, he thought that Rahel’s expression now must be exactly like when he heard Jeanne had fallen into enemy hands and pounded the table, demanding that Charles VII imdiately send troops to rescue her.
mories of the dead seed to co alive suddenly.
Scenes that had gradually faded since leaving the "simulation battle" appeared before him like pages of a book, the castle in the fields of Chinon, the Burgundy troops beneath Bourges, the battle to retake Paris...
Accompanied by a rumbling sound.
The massive beast slamd into Rahel, the golden giant, forcing him to retreat continuously.
Another golden figure placed a hand on Rahel’s shoulder. Together, they managed to stalemate with this imnsely powerful Evil Dragon.
Soon, another golden figure stepped forward.
This knight, surrounded by burning holy brilliance, was sowhat indistinct, yet his deep voice imdiately allowed Losa to recognize his identity.
"Your Majesty, it’s an honor to fight alongside you once more."
The golden figure slightly bent his knees, performing an elegant courtly gesture.
" too, Let."
"Let" was the na of Marshal Bousac, sharing the sa na with the protagonist of "Les Misérables," Jean Valjean. In that era, it was a quite common na, akin to "Hans."
Marshal Bousac was the knight who first led the assault on Rouen City, where Jeanne was imprisoned, even earlier than Bluebeard (Marshal Jil) and Rahel.
In the records of the world of battle, he was one of the most trusted and valued ministers of Losa, who played the role of Charles VII.
"Also, you look quite commanding now."
Losa smiled faintly.
If not for the golden gun formation being too radiant, his appearance now might have made the Crusaders’ cavalry feel
"You too."
The brief pleasantries did not distract them from the task at hand. This brave and battle-hardened knight, although perhaps not as skilled in personal martial arts as Rahel, the "Fury," was certainly no diocre fighter. Invoking Knight Jeanne’s brilliance, he gained a "twenty percent" all-attributes boost from the Knight’s Flower talent.
He raised the warhamr high, and as Rahel and another unknown Guardian Knight held back the Fire Dragon, he smashed it fiercely onto its neck.
Bang—
It was like a glass window shattered by a flying stone.
Ripples of magic surfaced continuously.
Shemir’s spell prevented Marshal Bousac’s strike from achieving any effect on the Fire Dragon. Instead, it broke free from Rahel’s grasp, unleashing a Dragon Breath towards him.
Scorching Dragon Fla,
"Help !"
Not far away, a knight, unrecognized by Losa, heard Losa’s voice and, without hesitation, hurled his shield. The understanding between them seed honed countless tis.
He stepped onto the shield flying in mid-air, flapping his wings with all his might, and as he kicked the shield down, his body soared into the air again, unhesitantly throwing the Demon-Blocking Golden Dagger.
This shot, the "Flying Sword," infused Losa’s mastery of airflow from the "Stirring Wind" talent. In a swoosh, it sliced through the air and shot out.
The target was Shemir behind the Fire Dragon.
Shemir seed to have anticipated this, brandishing his magic staff and casting a spell. An invisible surge of air swept forth, an impact without any magic power, rely an "add-on" from the spell, naturally effective against Demon-Blocking Gold, blowing it away.
But Losa’s killing move didn’t stop there.
In his hand, the Shining Cross Sword suddenly appeared at this mont.
As the vessel of the Dragon Core Treasure, the Shining Cross Sword could transform into any piece of equipnt Losa possessed and inherit its special effects. Thus, as the sword flew through the air, it abruptly turned into a sharp javelin.
The tip shone with a golden light.
In an instant, it pierced through the magical barrier Shemir raised.
It was clearly a javelin made of Demon-Blocking Gold.
Shemir didn’t anticipate this.
There had never been a suddenly appearing Demon-Blocking Gold weapon in this world, for they couldn’t be concealed through any magical ans, nor could they be hidden away using spatial transport spells. Therefore, to a well-prepared caster, Demon-Blocking Gold wasn’t much of a threat.
But this rule was evidently broken at this mont.
The Dragon Core Treasure, once systematized, was no longer rely a magical creation of this world. It could devour any weapon, and its ability to manifest transford rules was the supre law of another world, equivalent to this world’s.
Boom—
The javelin embedded into Shemir’s chest.
It didn’t hit his heart’s vital point, but the magic radiance coursing through Shemir’s body imdiately reacted like a flood abruptly stopped by a closed gate, causing an internal backlash. Shemir’s face reddened furiously, unable to release any spell.
"Holy Spear, Jeanne!"
Losa shouted.
Jeanne hesitated for a mont, but their rapport allowed her to imdiately grasp the deep aning within Losa’s words—at the mont, her energy was almost exhausted, and knowing Losa, he couldn’t possibly want her to burn through her life force for a sure-kill strike.
Without hesitation, she withdrew from the state of the Holy Body, along with the golden gun formation shrouding here.
The bodies of the twelve Guardian Knights instantly dulled and dimd, about to disappear—without the blessing of the Holy Body, Jeanne couldn’t maintain their simultaneous combat.
But even on the verge of vanishing, the twelve Guardian Knights still exerted all their remaining strength.
They pounced towards the Fire Dragon almost simultaneously, pinning its body in place.
Even with just a flick of its tail, the Fire Dragon shattered two of the weakened Guardian Knights turned into giants into flying golden fragnts in the air.
Losa raised his hand and summoned the Holy Spear.
The mont the Holy Spear was in his grasp, a ferocious suction force emanated from it.
Losa muttered; he couldn’t bear such absorption. The giant dragon silhouette behind him soared and infused into the Holy Spear—as a manifestation of Losa forcibly channeling all his power into it within a short ti.
Moreover, it was all of Losa’s strength in his Half-Dragon Transformation state, nearly on par with Jeanne before her elite transformation.
"Beheading the Evil Dragon!"
The flying Holy Spear, the destined unerring spear, at the very mont the Holy Spear Array was lifted.
Amidst the public’s gaze,
The spear pierced through the heart of the Fire Dragon.
Blood gushed forth like fiery streams.
The fury in the Fire Dragon’s eyes froze for a mont before turning even more furious, easily shattering the remaining ten Guardian Knights controlling it—it still hadn’t lost its fighting strength.
Feeling weak and seeing shadows flicker before his eyes, Losa sluggishly raised his head, watching the wild Demon Dragon stride forward, intending to swallow him whole. He thought with a slight sense of resignation; in the end, they hadn’t truly won...
Bang—
Dust swirled in the air.
The wild Demon Dragon crashed down fiercely at Losa’s feet. Its pair of golden eyes happened to et Losa’s, gradually dimming and losing its gleam.
Losa instinctively turned his head, noticing a small hill not far off.
A sowhat bedraggled girl stood there, slowly lowering the cavalry bow in her hands. Beside her was a slightly flustered Heavy Armored Archer—Losa rembered his na as Zack.
He was the first Heavy Armored Archer under Losa’s command.
"Damn it, the brat disobeyed my orders."
Losa lay sprawled on the ground, his face revealing a hint of relieved smile.
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