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Chapter 280 Soldier vs. Soldier (Fill)
The red and black beams of light collided with each other in the sky and disappeared continuously.

The same high temperature, the two breaths of the same giant dragon, seem to be incompatible with each other, with a fierce desire to devour and chew each other, desperately trying to suppress each other.

With the blessing of [Volcano King] Lothar, the power of the dragon's breath is not weaker than that of the tyrannical dragon.

Even though the black dragon was condescending, it didn't gain any advantage because of it.

And as time passed, the crimson color began to continuously devour the deep black, pushing it into the sky.

night sky.

The heat wave hits.

There was a look of disbelief on Isaac's face.

"He has a dragon too?"

The black dragon's eyes were full of surprise and anger. It vibrated its wings desperately to increase the output of magic power.

Dragons of the same sex have never lived in harmony. It knows that it has broken into the other party's territory, and what awaits it will be an endless battle.

Unless it retreats immediately, the owner on his back obviously won't agree.

"He also has a dragon, what should you do?"

The black shadow let out a piercing sneer.

"Your black dragon doesn't look like its opponent. After all, it's just a black dragon, not a high-level dragon like the copper-horned red dragon. Do you want to make another deal with me?"

Isaac's face was full of anger.

"How could he have dragons too?"

"You already knew that, didn't you?"

"You want me to beg you, so that I can become your puppet step by step?"

Sombra remained silent.

Isaac didn't see its expression - and couldn't see it.

It's just that in his mind, he must be showing a mocking smile.

"I tell you, it's impossible, I'd rather die here than be your puppet!"

He yelled like crazy, venting the fear in his heart.

Black Shadow mocked: "Okay! You really have a backbone, you are not free, or you would rather die, then let me see if you have the courage to say it, or do you really have it."

The black shadow disappeared like the wind.

But Isaac knew that it was still following behind him like a shadow.

city ​​wall.

Seeing the terrifying beams of light that stretched from sky to earth, Turiados was stunned.

"Is this what you rely on to defeat a black dragon with confidence?"

"It's really an awe-inspiring and loathsome power."

Turiados was a little scared.

"It's a good thing he didn't use this kind of magic fire to burn my army, and it's also a good thing I didn't resist to the end."

"only…"

"Heavenly Father, why does this world have such an existence that possesses extraordinary power? And why should it be involved in secular struggles?"

In his heart, a sense of fear and urgency could not help but arise.

Demon gold!
Be sure to collect enough magic resistance gold, even if you don't need it for a while, you must have it!
The dragon flames illuminated the entire city of Limassol like daylight.

The women, children and children hiding in their own homes shivered and huddled together.

In the ears, the shouts of killing came from the port, the collision of weapons, and the wailing of the dying were getting closer and closer.

"Father above, Holy Mary above, please bless our husband and father to survive this disaster."

People are praying devoutly.

It was a total disaster for all Limassolians.

But whether they are willing or not, the pace of the war will not stop in the slightest.

Reynolds held a large shield and stood behind the fence made of horses, thorns, and wooden boxes.

After a cursory scan, there are dark human heads everywhere at the bottom of the high slope.

With the help of the dragon flame that suddenly illuminated in the sky.

He clearly saw the pagan helmets with helmet tassels, and the faces of the alien races that were very different from them.

"Go to hell! Damn heretics!"

He followed the posture required in the exercise code, condescending, holding the spear backwards with his backhand, and stabbing down fiercely.

The sharp spear pierced the enemy's neck from the side, and the blood splashed like a fountain. This is a dark-skinned Turkic barbarian with a fierce scar on his face.

Even with such a serious fatal injury, he still stared at him fiercely like a wolf.

Renault was a little stunned.

This was the first time he had participated in such a close-range fierce battle. Hot blood spattered on his face, making him subconsciously raise his sleeve to wipe it off.

"Hey, brat, don't be distracted!"

The old peasant soldier nimbly used his shield to knock over a Turkic soldier who was trying to climb over the fence, and knocked him to the ground together with a Greek soldier who raised his butcher knife and slashed at Renault's neck.

The iron boots swarming up from behind had no room for them. In the blink of an eye, these two people were like gravel thrown into the sea, without a splash of water.

"Ha, this is the second one. With another one, I will become a knight master. At that time, I will marry a beautiful wife, and I will cry for you bastards."

The old peasants and soldiers were extremely skilled in combat skills, and they dealt with the enemies in front of them with ease.

But there are too many enemies.

Even if they had the advantage at the intersection, except for the "Earl's Guard" as a reserve team, all the troops of the Crusaders were devoted to the tragic battlefield like a meat grinder.

The remaining veterans stood guard on the most important line of defense, and the corpses left in front of the fence had "submerged" the traps laid on the ground, forming a slope leading upwards.

"Heavy javelin!"

cried the centurion.

The skilled veterans immediately took out the only heavy javelin.

The heavy javelins commonly used by the ancient imperial legion once again crossed the long river of history, and their iconic square shield with the eagle emblem formed an insurmountable obstacle.

The javelins rained heavily, piercing through the enemy's shield and piercing into the flesh and blood of the enemy behind.

This kind of special heavy javelin, the connection between the metal gun head and the wooden pole is very fragile, once it is hit, it will easily break.

This makes it impossible for the enemy to pull out the javelin and throw it back to the remaining veterans.

That's it, over time.

The enemy's first wave of offensive was abruptly forced back.

But they only took a short break before regrouping and charging towards the defense line of the remaining veterans.

Such chaotic and intense battles made the fledgling farmers and soldiers feel tremendous pressure very quickly.

If it weren't for the edict knights who are constantly commanding, taking the lead in killing the enemy and boosting morale, there is no guarantee that there will be a rout.

"Saint Gabriel, for the glory of the Father, kill these heretics."

High-pitched shouts sounded from the crowd.

It's as if a true god appeared in the world.

The peasants and soldiers suddenly discovered that their energy, which was already about to be exhausted, had once again glowed with new vitality, and repelled the enemy who was already at the end of their strength.

They burst into cheers.

"Heavenly Father is watching us, these pagans are not our opponents at all!"

"In the name of the father, in the name of Earl Lothar, let them come and go!"

This is certainly not some apparition of the Father.

It was the group buff spell in the blood magic cast by Fringilla, which was cast at the most appropriate time, which not only turned the tide of the battle, but also greatly boosted morale.

Celinina frowned slightly. Her double blades had just cut off the head of a Greek general.

Even the splattered blood didn't touch her clothes, but she stopped what she was doing and didn't continue.

For her, mortals are still too fragile.

These days in Limassol, if it hadn't been for Lothar's order to prohibit, she would actually prefer to be able to carry out the one-person assassination mission against Isaac.

It's just that Lothar thought it was too dangerous, so he stopped it.

The retinue is not immortal. Even if she can be reborn from Nirvana like the tyrannical dragon, there are too many variables in the middle, and Lothar doesn't want her to take this risk.

Isaac is just a small stumbling block in Lothar's long life, far from being an enemy of life and death.

"Flynn, protect yourself, I'm going to help the adults."

Like a glamorous female ghost, she left such a sentence in Fringilla's ear and disappeared into the night.

Flynn let out a "Hello" and couldn't stop it in time, so she could only continue to buff the soldiers.

"My majestic princess of the blood royal court has mastered a bunch of destructive spells, but she wants to use group buffs for these secular soldiers here?"

She felt that the killing efficiency of these ordinary soldiers was not as good as her explosive group spell.

But now, it's obviously not the time for her to be willful.

The war has reached a fever pitch.

The king has already faced the king, and the real winner falls on the general.

At this time, the horn of desolation sounded between heaven and earth.

Ned Stark, standing in the most conspicuous place, blew the charge horn.

Iron hooves crushed stone slabs.

Like the drums of war.

The black cross on a white background and the double-headed eagle flag fluttered in the hands of the order knights holding lances.

They wore all kinds of helmets, and their white robes fluttered in the wind, like midnight ominous spirits, slamming into the huddled enemies on the pier at a terrifying speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

Jeanna took the lead, and with her as the arrow, the knights charged and killed wantonly in the crowd of enemies.

Blood soaked the beachhead.

In the port, steel and flesh formed a terrifying, life-swallowing meat grinder.

(End of this chapter)