The devil wants to farm

Chapter 30 Four Minutes and Nine Seconds

The afternoon sun was scorching hot, and the steel was scalding hot under the scorching sun, but the knights in full armor remained in an undisturbed lineup, quietly waiting for the Countess' instructions, with strict discipline.

"qualified?"

It was his own performance that satisfied the strong man just now, and fulfilled the prerequisites for a certain thing.It is still a false god playing ghosts, pretending to get close to oneself, and accomplishing an ulterior purpose.

Thoughts in Becca's mind flickered like lightning.

"This respected strong man, what is your purpose?"

Respect, the strong may not want it, but the weak must give it.

"I want your man."

The devil's expression is very natural, as simple as saying to eat and drink water.

For the giant, telling the ants was already an act of kindness.

"Want someone from me?"

"My body, or my heart, or my soul!"

Smiling and puffing out her chest, the Countess generously displayed her femininity and heroism.

"I want it all."

The devil knew she had misunderstood.

But will the giant explain it because of the misunderstanding of the ant?

There will be, but that's when the mood comes, not now.

"You are so greedy."

The countess smiled generously and was very beautiful.

The Demon King is not an incomprehensible existence, but it is a pity that his time is precious now, and it is related to thousands of demons and humans, so it should not be wasted on this aspect.

"The art of summoning the dragon."

The devil likes to be simple and direct, pick up the pure white quill, and lightly touch the dark sky.

Countess Beccari and the head maid Maria looked at each other. The head maid understood and immediately shouted loudly.

"Be careful, he is going to call his accomplices."

There are some things that the countess cannot say, not only to maintain the elegance of the nobility, but also to preserve the basic conditions for reconciliation.

Hearing this, the steel knights tightened their horses' bellies, raised their steel spears, their eyes were sharp, and they were ready for battle.

In the garden of the castle, two hundred steel knights had already trampled the well-groomed garden beyond recognition, making the middle-aged old magician who pretended to be a gardener feel distressed, it was all his hard work.

But the old mage quickly calmed down, and silently refined the magic power like the two fellow mages, preparing to deal with unknown threats.

That man is too arrogant, this is his weakness and can be exploited.

The three old mages looked at each other and finished the communication.

One minute and nine seconds passed in silence.

I didn't see the dragon's figure, and I didn't hear the dragon's roar.

"Where's the dragon?"

This is everyone's question.

"Could it be some code!"

The Countess' eyes were fixed, her slender and tight legs clamped around the horse's belly, her left hand held the horse's noose tightly, and her right hand gestured backwards.

The two steel knights behind him understood, and took two steps forward on their horses, one left and one right concave to defend the countess.

"Dear strong man, where is your dragon?"

The countess looked left and right curiously, pretending to be present, trying to get more information.

"It's right behind you."

The devil reminded me that wasting time is a sin.

The countess didn't turn her head, neither did the knights, nor did the two magicians who were personal guards, they were still on guard against the man in front of them.

Only the head maid and the gardener mage turned around.

Then they saw it.

In the dark night, a huge dragon emitting a faint red light stood quietly behind them. With a body of more than 50 meters, the neck and tail were hundreds of meters long, and the whole body was covered with thick fiery red scales, looking at them indifferently like a demon god. Look at the little ones under your feet.

There is nothing wrong with the image of a dragon, but it feels strange to the head maid and the gardener old mage. It should be so powerful that it can destroy the city or even the infinite horror of destroying the country, but it has no sense of reality at all, as if it is fake.

"Phantom magic?"

This was the first reaction of the gardener old mage.

"what happened?"

Seeing their puzzled expressions, the Countess asked aloud.

"I saw the giant dragon, but it was very strange. There was no dragon power at all, and there was no sense of existence."

Maria, the head maid, described it with some confusion.

"Illusion magic, it must be illusion magic!"

The gardener old mage shouted, he didn't believe that there are still giant dragons in the world who can completely restrain their own dragon power, that is a passive magic skill.

"The enchantment technique of the lens god!"

The magic wand hit the ground, and the spherical transparent barrier wrapped the old mage.

"Sky God's Levitation Technique!"

Pointing the magic wand towards himself, the old mage floated up.

Although he believed that it was an illusion, the old mage, the gardener, decided to go up and investigate carefully to see what kind of magic could be so realistic.

Floating while guarding, the old mage rose a little slowly. He originally wanted to float to the top of the dragon's head, but when he saw the dragon's forelimb claws move, the old mage floated over to have a look.

Then red covered all the vision of the old mage's eyes, there was a roar, a burst of pain, and the old mage, the gardener, vomited blood and passed out.

The head maid, Maria, only saw a flick of the dragon's claw, and the old mage, the gardener, was bounced away like a mosquito, spitting blood and knocking down the high tower of the castle.

"what happened!"

Seeing that the middle magician of the same rank as her and the old gardener mage were instantly killed, the countess finally couldn't calm down.

"The dragon is moving!"

The head maid Maria answered honestly with fear.

He reined in his horse urgently and turned around, and then the Countess also saw it.

The giant dragon in front of me is astonishingly huge and terrifyingly mighty, but it doesn't have the iconic might of a giant dragon and the aura of a strong man, as if it is just a sketched oil painting.

"Is this really a dragon?"

A question kept lingering in the countess' mind.

As the Saintess in front of the Temple of Light, she has seen real dragons, even dragon kings, but this dragon feels completely different from the previous ones.

Although she was full of doubts, she looked at the collapsed tower and the old gardener mage hanging on it, the Countess was in awe.

"Go to work, Dee Dee."

The devil took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and another minute and nine seconds passed.

"Follow your will, the supreme demon king."

"The power of the fourth dragon."

A red halo emerged from the giant dragon, and then there was a roar, terror descended, and the huge dragon's power was like a [-]-ton boulder pressing down on everyone present.

There was a touch, that was the sound of armor colliding, that was the sound of a knight falling to the ground.

Touch, touch, that was the sound of two hundred elite steel knights falling to the ground.

All the people and horses fell to the ground, terrified, struggling, and howling silently.

Only the countess was left standing alone on the horse.

"Let's go." The Demon King naturally ordered.

"Follow your will, the Supreme Demon King." Countess Bekali, who was covered in cold sweat, responded respectfully like a dragon.

Looking at the old mage who was leaning on a magic wand struggling to support himself, and the leader of the Knights who was struggling and crying silently, the countess's throat was a little dry, and she couldn't help swallowing.

Obediently turned over and got off the horse, followed the demon king over the dragon's bone wings, and stood on the dragon's back.

At this time, Countess Becca has no expression other than being respectful.

Taking out his pocket watch, the Demon King checked the time habitually.

A lot of things don't really need to be complicated.

Raiders completed a countess, four minutes and nine seconds.

(End of this chapter)