The magical imagery projected by the mory crystal grew increasingly intense, with the densely packed Grim Combat Airships continuously firing various magic cannons, resembling a multitude of concentrated rainbow beams, stretching towards the positions of the Dragon Knight and the Giant Dragon.
The Dragon Knight maneuvered the swiftly moving Giant Dragon to dodge back and forth, its red wings flapping vigorously, while its mouth opened wide, spewing a sky full of fierce flas towards the enemy.
"At that ti, it was absolutely impossible for any other Red Dragons to be present; otherwise, would have undoubtedly sensed them. But how did the opponent manage to record from such a close perspective to the battlefield?"
Leo Ray carefully examined the intense magical imagery for a mont and soon understood clearly.
If it’s not the Red Dragons themselves who recorded it, but rather soone with ulterior motives who provided it, then everything falls into place.
Because the recorder was obviously one of the Grim Combat Airships participating in the battle, only by being in the midst of the battlefield could one record everything this clearly!
"At that ti, although the two formations of Grim Combat Airships front and back were mostly annihilated, so remnants remained. It seems that the recorder was among those who escaped capture."
Leo Ray nodded thoughtfully, beginning to organize his thoughts further.
As for who handed this record over to the group of Red Dragons, it becos all the more apparent.
Saint King William is dead, and the new Saint King is rely a puppet of the Temple of Light; the answer is self-evident.
"Was it Gannon the Ninth who did it? It seems the other side must have learned of the Red Dragons’ intentions through so ans, deliberately finding an opportunity to record all of this, and then adding a massive enemy on our side."
"What an unexpected and sharp move indeed, this also explains why when revealed its true form several tis, these Red Dragons were late, because they had just received this magical imagery and the news of continuous appearances."
"No wonder the opponent appeared just as I was about to go to full-scale war with the Temple of Light; it turns out all this was arranged by Gannon the Ninth."
Having sorted everything out in his mind, Leo Ray frowned slightly.
Undeniably, Gannon the Ninth has not yet officially erged, yet has already pushed him to the brink of destruction several tis, indeed proving to be an extraordinarily cunning adversary.
"But even so, what special elents exist within this imagery?"
Just as Leo Ray was pondering this doubtfully.
The disdainful voice of Rossus sounded: "Human, did you not ask for evidence? This is my evidence!"
"This can’t be considered evidence."
Leo Ray shifted his gaze away from the looping magical imagery, still wearing an unhurried expression, and said indifferently: "I am quite interested in whoever provided you this record. If I’m not mistaken, it should be soone dressed as a Priest or a figure in a black robe with a white mask, right?"
"Even if you guessed it, so what? I am not interested in your mutual conflicts; since soone sent this imagery, I will naturally make good use of it."
Rossz shrugged noncommittally, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Now that it has co to this, do you still intend to muddle through?"
"It’s the sa as I said earlier, in this world, there is more than just your tribe of Red Dragons, unless there’s so specific feature..."
Leo Ray’s words were abruptly cut off.
He seed to recall sothing, and his gaze once again fell upon the looping magical imagery.
In the looping magical imagery, the enormous form of appeared from ti to ti.
And at its closest approach, on the coarse-scaled neck of , there was a mottled old scar running diagonally down. Although the scales there had healed, it was evident they had been shattered before, with an uneven surface and a deep groove noticeable.
Leo Ray was not unfamiliar with this scar; he had noticed it when he first t , and even when transford into a Human Clan form, the scar on the pale neck remained clearly visible.
"So that’s the evidence they are certain of?"
Leo Ray’s brow furrowed even more tightly, pondering silently in his heart.
Indeed, it was like an indelible mark, impossible to ignore.
"Heh, it seems you’ve already detected the crux of the matter."
Rossz’s eyes narrowed as he once again grinned and said: "Let enlighten you, over six hundred years ago, that scar was left by my father, intending to rid our tribe of the traitor!"
"So it was this fellow’s father who nearly killed years ago?"
Leo Ray’s gaze beca even more sinister as he said indifferently: "Unfortunately, I’ve already told you, that mysterious Dragon Knight has long since departed, and I don’t know where he is."
At his words, Rosssuido’s body began to emit flickers of fla and spoke from above: "You really are an obstinate human clan; are you not afraid that we will invade this city ourselves?"
"Hand over that individual quickly, or this land will suffer the endless wrath of the Fla Tribe until everything is incinerated to ashes!"
With Rosssuido’s words hanging in the air, the other Red Dragons floating in mid-air spiraled closer, each enormous dragon head harboring a faint, sinister growl and blazing flas.
Facing the lined-up Dragon Group, the city wall was thrown into chaos once again, with many soldiers watching the unfolding situation instinctively stepping back.
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