The Demon Dragon is bleeding.
The blood is like fiery teors, landing on the ground creates a deep pit, landing on the Holy Knight’s shield, it instantly corrodes the Holy Artifact Shield, igniting the Holy Knight hiding underneath.
The Iron Duke’s body was roasted red, the magic stone ore filled within him was rapidly consud, an arm spun like a drill, delivering a fierce punch onto the Demon Dragon’s claw.
The Demon Dragon’s body seed rotten, with flesh and scales entirely stripped away.
The Iron Duke’s cold, steel-like heart couldn’t help but throb painfully: "Its life force is clearly plumting, its defense as well... But why hasn’t my sense of danger faded? Does it still have the strength to drag down with it?"
Losa’s eyes remained fixed on the Iron Duke, this indestructible iron pea, it was ti for it to be destroyed.
Bang—
Flas engulfed Losa’s body. This decayed body, hit by the Dragon Slayer Crossbow and infected by countless giant dragon grievances, was directly abandoned by Losa, turned into fuel for the furnace—below, the British soldiers, the extraordinaries, could only watch wide-eyed as the dragon, ant to die tragically on the spot, turned into a burning Skeleton Giant Dragon, continued to spew dragon breath ceaselessly.
Countless streams of dazzling light ca attacking, with heavy artillery rumbling.
Striking the Skeleton Giant Dragon, breaking countless bones.
"Quick, attack the Demon Dragon at all costs, I’m barely feeling the Iron Duke’s presence anymore?"
Suddenly a Royal Mage exclaid, his magic power at least reached the level of a high-level caster; the spell he cast could destroy an undefended city with ease.
But landing on the Demon Dragon in the sky could only shatter a few of its bones.
In the sky, silhouettes of casters suddenly appeared, these mages originally ant to deal with Demon Dragon Ladon were finally able to experience mastering the dragon body alone, returned to the camp.
A sacred golden warhamr, slowly condensed under their chanting, fiercely smashed against the Demon Dragon’s skull.
Finally, the spirit within its sunken eye sockets, like a candle in the wind, completely vanished.
Bang—
Its entire body disintegrated with a bang, turning into countless dust.
More than ten casters hurriedly flew over to search, only after a long ti did soone shout with a crying voice: "The Iron Duke has disappeared!"
...
Inside a chaotic command post.
Back turned to the sunset, the Expedition Army Marshal, his face seemingly covered in shadow, harshly inhaled a cigar before speaking to Admiral George facing him: "Have you tallied the losses?"
His voice was very hoarse, many people’s throats were damaged in this battle, along with the arrogance within their hearts.
"Casualty estimates roughly around thirteen thousand, the worst is the logistic supply, during combat, soldiers had no chance to move them back to the shielded depots, all outdoor stored equipnt and ammunition were nearly destroyed."
Admiral George sighed deeply, even with the death of the Demon Dragon, he still felt a sense of lingering fear.
Marshal Julian’s expression was uncertain, truthfully, the number is less than he expected, after all, anyone witnessing such an apocalyptic scene would have a fear of total annihilation.
As a Marshal with distinguished achievents, he mostly led battles suppressing colonies before, during the War of the Spanish Succession, he served as Governor in British East India.
After a long ti, he finally said: "Whatever happens, the two Demon Dragons of the enemy have fallen, the sky now again belongs to us, under the heavy bombardnt of the floating airships, Texas’s walls and fortresses will soon turn to rubble."
Admiral George reminded: "But our logistic supply suffered heavy losses, and the enemy’s Demon Dragon... left no corpse, many soldiers don’t believe we’ve killed the monster, unwilling to continue fighting."
"I don’t care how many difficulties there are, imdiately notify the floating airship fleet to comnce air combat, notify each unit to prepare for mobilization within eight hours, by tomorrow morning, regardless of using the courage technique from accompanying priests and holy knights, or supplying them with so special drugs, they must launch an attack!"
Marshal Julian looked directly into the other’s eyes: "The losses this war has brought us have been enough, just the destruction of the Iron Duke is an unforgivable bla for you and ."
The Iron Duke’s Armor, the relic of the hero who defeated Napoleon, is also a symbol of the British Empire stepping into the ranks of world hegemony over France, regarded as "the Radiance of Civilization," a symbol of "British Industry surpassing the gods."
"If our returned war report, besides the disastrous news of Iron Duke’s destruction, cos with a victory report against the Texans, perhaps there’s still a glimr of hope."
Marshal Julian coldly looked at Admiral George, he is the youngest native marshal, wishing to step into politics like the first Iron Duke, unwilling to be banished to so island in Oceania as governor.
Admiral George paused in silence, taking off his hat: "As you wish, the floating airship fleet will be under my personal command for air combat."
...
Wolf Castle.
In the spacious hall, the fla in the fireplace suddenly flared up, followed by countless streams of light gathering, a vague figure erged from the fla and rapidly solidified.
Waiting all along, Prajna tily cloaked the newcor in robes.
"It’s already the second ti."
Losa rubbed his throbbing brows: "Didn’t expect to feel the power of my exclusive divine artifact for the first ti used on myself."
"Any thoughts?"
Jeanne shook the wine bottle in her hand, probably no one knows better than her what death feels like.
Losa smiled with a pale complexion: "Actually, it’s alright, not so bad."
After being reborn from the fire, his body injuries had mostly healed, but worse was the damage done to his soul after being hit by the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, sward by giant dragon evil spirits."
Losa took the wine bottle from Jeanne’s hand, gulped down the icy liquor, then felt his throbbing head clear up a bit: "The Iron Duke was taken care of by , its controller was too self-righteous, thinking it could do as it pleases relying on the strong defense of the divine artifact."
...
The number two artillery battery has also fallen.
The Three-headed Demon Dragon Ladon perished, Furin leveraged the magic array on the artillery battery and the guard’s blood sacrifice to successfully annihilate the King’s Shield Guard and injured over ten Royal Mage Corps casters, achieving great results.
The overwhelming presence of floating airships, billowing with thick smoke, brought an unprecedented sense of oppression to the Texans.
Those colossal giants, over a hundred ters long, imaginable how terrifying their ammunition load truly is.
"Mark, are you scared?"
The one asked was a Texas soldier of native origin, with a typical Central Arican indigenous face, upon hearing, he grinned: "On the way to being expelled to the so-called ’Indian Territory,’ a third of the elderly and children in my tribe died, upon arrival there, a third of the strong youth died due to famine, the British are not trustworthy, I only trust you."
Leon pointed at his chest with a smile: "It’s not ’you,’ it’s ’us.’"
So soldiers of native origin showed determination,
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