The fierce wind blew off the fallow deer hood from her head, letting her platinum long curls flow freely.
She tightly grasped the twisting dragon horn, like a dark red crown, and a warm sensation spread from her palm. Though she could feel the high temperature, there was no hint of burning pain.
"Captain, you're actually a dragon?"
Viviana still couldn't quite grasp the situation, her voice light and airy, as if she had fallen into the clouds.
Losa's voice transmitted: "No, I just gained the ability to transform into a giant dragon. I am human, there's no doubt about that."
The changes to the body naturally reflect onto the spirit, but Losa's resilient soul now could completely reject these influences.
This is also the reason he continually strengthened his spiritual power. Without a strong soul, his personality would've long tilted towards the arrogance, brutality, and greed of a dragon, which wouldn't be avoided by re willpower.
"Are you ready for battle?"
"I haven't tried it yet..."
Viviana was obviously a bit unsure, but there was no room for retreat now. She took a deep breath, gripped the sharp blade in her hand tightly, and declared resolutely: "I'm ready!"
"Not bad, very spirited."
Losa's voice contained a hint of amusent, but he quickly beca serious: "Hold on tight." No sooner had the words fallen than the massive body ascended vertically at a ninety-degree angle.
"Aeneas, look behind you!"
The Latin Bishop, holding a holy image in prayer, turned around in astonishnt and saw, on the inner side of the city wall, a gigantic dragon, its head adorned with dragon horns like a dark red crown, sharp bone spikes on its back, and a body covered in orderly arranged red-black scale armor, rising skywards.
Despite being visibly smaller than the Three-headed Demon Dragon opposite, it appeared much more majestic.
Losa's True Dragon Transformation was originally only over forty ters, a small figure compared to the over hundred-ter-long Three-headed Demon Dragon, yet, by extracting the dragon blood from the red lightning, Losa's True Dragon Transformation ford temporarily changed.
This was Losa's inherited trait as a Dragon Descendant, the ability to capture the strengths of other dragons. Even though his true dragon form was fixed, this power couldn't grant him new features, but simply an increase in values allowed him to briefly change into a colossal dragon body nearly twice as large, asuring over seventy ters.
Unfortunately, this enhancent was limited to the simulated battle world.
"Quick, get away, the Ottoman Demon Dragon has revived!"
"Fools with clouded vision, they are not the sa one at all!"
"Look at the top of that giant dragon, it's Miss Viviana!"
"Heavenly Father above, Miss Viviana is actually a magnificent Dragon Knight!"
The defenders exclaid repeatedly.
The Latin Bishop, just about to unleash holy radiance, sighed with relief. He was a special envoy sent by His Holiness the Pope and had once been the imperial poet of Duke Frederick of Austria. This ti, he was sent by the Pope to Constantinople.
"To think that the Emperor of Greece has gained the allegiance of a Dragon Knight, this is... truly a miracle!"
He couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart, even as he disregarded the incoming Three-headed Demon Dragon, he rushed up to the most prominent spot on the city wall, raising the holy image in his hand: "God commands those heretics to retreat; they shall et defeat today!"
Orhan sat as if drained on the ground; the blood of common origin made his body tremble, full of agitation, excitent, reverence, and a mix of emotions.
The Sharp Claw Dragon also ceased its action, silently prostrating on the ground as if in a pilgrimage, worshipping that towering figure.
On the opposite side.
Mahmud II, riding on the back of the Three-headed Demon Dragon, had disbelief written all over his face.
How was this possible?
How could there be a giant dragon hidden within this city?
Feeling the intense battle spirit of the mount beneath him, Mahmud II hesitated for a mont, then decisively made a choice.
At this mont, retreating would cause the newly raised morale to plumt imdiately, and whether or not a chance to seize Constantinople would present itself in the future would beco uncertain.
"Go, companion, just like you fought my father, tear apart all that stands before you!"
Mahmud II shouted.
The bloodline of the Dragon Taming Family coursed through him.
His eyes turned gold, his spirit linked with the magnificent Three-headed Demon Dragon beneath him; at this mont, he erased all negative emotions such as gains and losses, fear, and worries, leaving only the purest battle intent.
The Three-headed Demon Dragon opened its three jaws wide, gathering blue, red, and black dragon flas in their maws.
Once, in the Battle of Varna, Murad II had wielded this fierce beast to overwhelm Hunyadi and many mbers of the Dragon Knight Order; although the Ottoman Family's Dragon Tars held mundane individual combat power, their combined strength with their dragons unleashed far beyond that of ordinary Dragon Knights.
Boom——
Three terrifying dragon flas turned into beams of light, like a giant's sharp sword slashing towards the hovering Red-Black Dragon.
The blue was an all-pervasive poison smoke, the red pure dragon fla, and the black carried a strong corrosive curse; all three are types of dragon fla, with the blue and black having added focuses besides the Fla Attribute.
The three dragon flas continuously compressed Losa's evasive space. He raised his tone slightly and transmitted: "Viviana, do you trust ?"
"Of course!"
"Good!"
At this mont, Losa no longer busied himself with avoiding but charged without hesitation into the dragon flas spewed by the Three-headed Demon Dragon.
Viviana let out a sharp scream because even though she said she trusted him, she hadn't expected Losa to choose to endure the dragon flas directly. Although her Spirit Candle Technique included Fla Domain, that was rely an additional feature brought by the "Light and Shadow" attributes.
"That Female Knight is crazy?"
Mahmud II couldn't help but glance over, in his eyes, even if a Fire Dragon couldn't possibly be immune to the opponent's dragon flas, at best reducing so damage, and he was facing three dragon flas; as long as one hit and slowed her down, the three dragon flas would strike accurately, even a Copper-Horned Red Dragon with formidable defense would beco half-destroyed if not killed.
However, the Red-Black Dragon opposite still showed no sign of avoiding; as soon as the first crimson dragon fla hit, the blue poison and black curse flas gathered together.
As if forming a chemical reaction, the already high temperature climbed to a new peak, instantly stealing all moisture from the ground, causing the earth to crack, and wooden structures to combust with a loud snap.
"This is bad."
The witnessing defenders exclaid in panicked shouts.
On the Ottoman side, their morale soared.
No matter how many unexpected turns occurred, just like when the forr king was in charge, as long as the Three-headed Divine Dragon summoned sacred flas, no matter how many or terrifying the enemies, they must turn to ashes.
"Oh no!"
However, Mahmud II, truly in the midst of the battle, was the first to sense sothing amiss.
Linked by blood to the Three-headed Demon Dragon, he distinctly perceived that the dragon's aura from the opposite was not weakening but approaching them more and more.
Linked by blood to the Three-headed Demon Dragon, he distinctly perceived that the dragon's aura from the opposite was not weakening but approaching them more and more.
Linked by blood to the Three-headed Demon Dragon, he distinctly perceived that the dragon's aura from the opposite was not weakening but approaching them more and more.
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