The Holy Knight with his finger on the crossbow’s trigger has bulging veins on his face. This seemingly delicate crossbow appears like a greedy Vampire, continuously sucking his blood.
Yet, the Holy Knight, who has long been prepared to sacrifice himself, does not stop his hand’s movent. He chants holy incantations loudly, as the holy radiance within him surges like a flood into the Dragon Slayer Crossbow.
In the air, the Giant Dragons’ venomous roars rise and fall, growing increasingly intense.
Behind him, the twisted golden radiance reflects the shadow of terrible Demon Dragons, bodies mutated as if tornted for countless years in Purgatory. Their greedy eyes fixated on the sky, where a fearso Demon Dragon, as if the incarnation of Satan, unleashes its power without restraint.
This was why Losa was once able to use this Crossbow Arrow to precisely pierce the heart of the "Redflash."
Because the greedy gazes of these Giant Dragons are forever locked onto the life source within the Giant Dragon’s body.
Admiral George wanted to urge the Holy Knight, but seeing his face as if enduring imnse suffering, he hesitated several tis to speak. Previously, they had not tested the power of this Divine Artifact, for the cost of using it was the expense of human lives.
Only soone like Losa, a "Human-shaped Demon Dragon," could endure such depletion with his strong physique, and after killing Redflash, he seized its bloodline strength to continue fighting against the Three-headed Demon Dragon ridden by Mahmud II.
Boom—
Scorching lava erupted from the fissures in the earth, swallowing countless lives in a sea of fire.
And right at the center of the Dragon Fla, the Iron Duke, clamped under the Dragon Claw, doesn’t know how much calamity he endures while the Royal Mages and Holy Knights stationed at the camp launch waves of attacks trying to stop the Demon Dragon’s rampage.
But the Demon Dragon seed desperately determined, as if willing to die, wanting to inflict indelible damage on the Expedition Army.
"How did the Texans manage to make this Demon Dragon fight us desperately at any cost?"
"They must have mastered so kind of evil art to control the dragon’s mind!"
"Why hasn’t the Dragon Slayer Crossbow fired yet? If this goes on, the Iron Duke will perish in the Dragon Fla."
Actually, the Iron Duke’s life is secondary; it’s the Iron Duke’s armor that is crucial, and it absolutely cannot be destroyed by the Dragon Fla.
A Holy Knight, full of anger, riding a Pegasus with wings at its sides, leaps into the air, bends his bow and nocks his arrow, trying to shoot the Demon Dragon’s vulnerable eyes. But as he flies into the sky, he finds himself feeling like he’s placed on a grill; the heat here has reached a level that’s utterly unbearable.
In the next mont, the wind roared up, the wind-raising technique inherited from the Sea Dragon sweeping up the flas like a dragon’s mouth opened wide, swallowing that Holy Knight whole.
The gale, carrying the dragon’s fire, rages through the British Army camp, swallowing one Holy Knight and Royal Mage after another.
In the underground shelter, feeling the terrible commotion from above, the officers of the consultant corps were sowhat frightened. They were invited by the Texans to diate this war.
If burned to death by the Demon Dragon, wouldn’t they beco a laughing stock?
"So terrifying, no wonder those grunts call it the Red and Black Death God, the Satan incarnation."
"Colonel Manstein, how does your Grand Master’s dragon compare to this Red and Black Death God?"
Manstein replied earnestly, "The Grand Master’s dragon is far smaller than this Demon Dragon. I’m afraid this Demon Dragon before us is more fearso."
"Moreover, even if the size is similar, there’s no comparison between a winged Flying Dragon and a non-winged Land Dragon."
If Four-legged Flying Dragons and Two-legged Flying Dragons are sowhat balanced, the gap between Flying Dragons and Land Dragons is such that they don’t even seem like the sa species. In the flourishing era of Giant Dragons, high-level dragons never considered wingless Land Dragons as their kind.
"Hahaha, Baron Hans truly shows no respect for your Grand Master."
Manstein replied seriously, "Just discussing facts. Even if the Grand Master wields the Cross Holy Spear, a legacy of modern tis that once cut down Jagelon VIII, it’s no match for this Demon Dragon."
The consulting corps officer teasing him laughed awkwardly. These Prussians, though considered Germanic people, differ greatly from Austrians in temperant.
If this were Austria, an officer so unaware of worldly manners would hardly stand out and join such a promising consultant corps.
The consultant corps leader, Conrad, coughed softly, "No wonder Your Majesty wants us to cooperate equally with the Texans. Even if our allies are willing to cede Texas to us, it’s difficult to use military ans to annex them."
"Unfortunately, if this is the Texans’ reliance, then after this battle, the influence of the Texans will greatly diminish."
"Indeed, if the Texans lose the Demon Dragon, even if they inflict great damage on the British, it would be hard for us to diate this war. For a wolf deprived of its claws is already halfway to becoming the hunter’s al."
The Debang consultant corps whispered among themselves, with several young officers eager to run to the surface to observe the battle’s progress.
But that’s absolutely impossible. Even isolated underground, with the protection of the Magic Array, they could clearly feel the scorching heat from above.
...
"Evil Dragon!"
"Is this all you can muster?"
At the center of the Dragon Fla, the Iron Duke, with armor roasted red, fiercely punched the Demon Dragon’s claw, shattering its scale armor, turning flesh and blood into a ss.
The creation on him, worthy of being Divine Artifact Level, showed no signs of lting despite Losa focusing much of the Dragon Fla upon it.
"Evil Dragon!"
"Is this all you can muster?"
At the center of the Dragon Fla, the Iron Duke, with armor roasted red, fiercely punched the Demon Dragon’s claw, shattering its scale armor, turning flesh and blood into a ss.
The creation on him, worthy of being Divine Artifact Level, showed no signs of lting despite Losa focusing much of the Dragon Fla upon it.
"Evil Dragon!"
"Is this all you can muster?"
At the center of the Dragon Fla, the Iron Duke, with armor roasted red, fiercely punched the Demon Dragon’s claw, shattering its scale armor, turning flesh and blood into a ss.
The creation on him, worthy of being Divine Artifact Level, showed no signs of lting despite Losa focusing much of the Dragon Fla upon it.
"Evil Dragon!"
"Is this all you can muster?"
At the center of the Dragon Fla, the Iron Duke, with armor roasted red, fiercely punched the Demon Dragon’s claw, shattering its scale armor, turning flesh and blood into a ss.
The creation on him, worthy of being Divine Artifact Level, showed no signs of lting despite Losa focusing much of the Dragon Fla upon it.
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