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Chapter 434 The Battle of Dragon Slaying
"You really have faith in me."

The shadow cast from the top of his head was getting closer and closer, and Lothar could clearly see the soft scales on the belly of the Karelian fire dragon, like the gaps between flowing lava. The light was getting brighter and brighter, and even the air he breathed into his mouth was shining. Getting hotter and hotter.

He took out a bottle of dark blue, viscous potion that resembled "Blue Moon" from his arms, unscrewed the cork and drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

Is it more important to have the most elite army in your hands, or is it more important to maintain your "Holy Son image"?

This is not a difficult choice for Lothar.

Lothar forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​retching. This mental recovery potion made by Anna is easy to use, but the taste is really terrible.

His spiritual power, which was already on the verge of drying up, resurfaced with a gurgling spring. At the same time, triangular dragon scales began to grow on the surface of Lothar's armor. The illusory shadow of a black dragon shot up from behind him. rise.

But the giant dragon above his head was obviously not intimidated by the phantom released by Lothar.

It opened its bloody mouth wide, full of angry scorching dragon flames, condensed at its throat.

"Jeanna, stop that dragon!"

Lothar yelled.

He was still recovering his strength, and no matter how fast the mental power recovery potion worked, it couldn't take effect instantly. That is to say, it was impossible for him to reproduce the scene of "confronting waves" with the black dragon back then.

Before Lothar could speak, Jeanna had already moved.

She knew that the only one she could rely on now was herself.

She raised the holy spear in her hand high, and the golden light illuminated her whole body like an angel from myths and legends.

The must-hit special effect of the Kungunir holy gun made the Karelian fire dragon that was aimed feel a sense of threat.

But the successive changes have already dissipated the fire dragon's reason, and now it only has one thought in its heart, which is to pour the dragon flames that have been brewing for a long time and interrupted several times, onto the humble insects below!

"Jeanna Knight can also use the Holy Lance?"

"Did Lord Lothar bestow upon Jeanna the duty of being the guardian of the holy spear?"

In the radiance.

Jeanna could vaguely see golden wings of light appearing behind her. The terrifying blessing of the sacred body made the power of the holy spear in her hand far beyond that in Lothar's hand.

But Shemael on the dragon's back is not a vegetarian.

Although he was shocked by the momentum of the Holy Spear in Jeanna's hand, his face was full of astonishment, but the movements in his hands were unambiguous at all. The defensive circles one after another, like translucent egg shells, separated him from the fire dragon. All blind spots were covered.

"Go ahead and unleash your anger."

Master Shemail murmured in a low voice.

Of course, the fire dragon, who was full of anger, would not hesitate. After brewing, the power was even more terrifying than the ordinary dragon's breath. It was completely capable of roaring out from its mouth the terrifying flames that could melt even the sand and stones in this battlefield. .

The flying holy spear pierced through layers of magic shields.

Shemaier gritted his teeth, and the staff waving in his hand controlled all the magical auras in the four directions, and the abundant fluctuations of magic power turned into strong winds, blowing his hair and clothes wildly.

With half of his foot in the legendary realm, he put all his energy into defense at this moment. Even Rang Na, who has already cast the sacred body, cannot penetrate this barrier at all in a short time.

boom!
The terrifying flames suddenly exploded in the sky.

Like a sudden rising firework, it is full of shocking beauty.
Followed by the dragon's angry roar.

Compared with the huge fire dragon, a figure as small as an ant slowly landed in front of Lothar.Lothar's eyes widened.

I saw the dusty Chelinina, her cheeks, clothes, and shoes were covered with dust, and she looked extremely embarrassed, except for her pair of amber eyes, which were still full of wildness and rebellion belonging to the wolf clan.

At that moment just now, after Celinina rushed to the battlefield in time, she threw out the magic-blocking golden dagger in her hand, breaking a gap in the magic barrier that was almost pierced by the holy spear, and the invisible wind-defending sword energy, Along this crack, it hit the dragon.

It left behind a tiny scar that was harmless to its huge body.

But it was this tiny, innocuous scar that triggered the effect of Celinina's choking hand, causing the dragon flames that the fire dragon was about to spit out to die down again, and even because the time was too good, it triggered A self-destruct.

"Sure enough, heroes always appear to save the field at critical moments."

Lothar said with some restrained laughter.

He didn't expect Cellinina to come from Gaza in such a short period of time. According to the communication in the double-headed eagle crest, a fierce battle on her side should have just ended.

It was a long and dusty journey to come here, not to mention it was too hard, and it was also a question of how much combat power was left.

"I"

Cellinina's body was shaky as she stood there, and a double image even appeared in front of her eyes.

Lothar rushed forward and caught Cellinina.

"Okay, let's leave it to us."

Lothar picked up Chelinina's somewhat thin body. He raised his head and looked at the fire dragon above his head. On the secular battlefield, they already had an absolute advantage. To win this war, they only needed to get rid of the fire dragon. enough.

In the camp, Fringila, who had accumulated strength again, threw the condensed red light ball into the sky.

Not far from the battlefield, on the castle that was on the verge of being scrapped under the bombardment of the Saracens trebuchets, the gargoyles crouching on the top of the castle that acted as drains suddenly moved.

The surface stone skin is cracked layer by layer.

This kind of guardian beasts called gargoyles spread their wings at this time. Given life by Fringilla's blood spell, they immediately turned into war machines that were not afraid of life and death, and flapped their wings towards them. The fire dragon pounced.

Prajna was holding a black shield, under the white Ruoxue's skin, there seemed to be little snakes scurrying around, those vicious spirits that were sucked into the ghost gate, before they were swallowed by the grimace shield, all the last resentment and curse were cast on on her.

This kind of seemingly no special performance, but in fact it is extremely dangerous, can kill people invisible, and the terrifying power makes the state of Prajna also plummet at this time.

Saladin looked at Mudriji next to him, a magician from an African tribe. At this time, his eyes were completely dark, not even the white of his eyes was left. The whole person looked extremely weird.

He gritted his teeth, carefully maintaining the delicate balance of power in his body.

On the one hand, he wants to use the power of the evil god to obtain the holy spear.

But on the other hand, he was worried that the power of the evil god would corrode him beyond a certain limit, reaching the point where even an artifact full of divine power, such as the Holy Spear, could not purify him or could only purify him along with it.

The anger in the fire dragon's heart at this moment, if it could be condensed into substance, would be enough to burn the entire world!

It has never had such a humiliating experience since its birth.

Breathing was interrupted again and again, in its eyes, human beings who are as humble and weak as insects dare to challenge its majesty like this
It crashed into the crowd like a meteorite falling from the sky.

At the same time, the golden vertical pupils stared at Lothar and Cellinina in his arms-these two people were the culprits of all the humiliation it experienced!

(End of this chapter)