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The size of the black dragon is so huge that the ground it stepped on immediately turned into scorched earth.

The soldiers who were crushed to death by it and knocked into the air, regardless of enemy or friend, were all turned into coke.

It is so close to yourself!
This kind of terrifying monster can only be seen in myths and legends. Its terrifying sense of oppression made the mount under Derem's crotch collapse to the ground, with feces and urine flowing out.

Derem's eyes were full of fear.

The moment the dragon hit the ground, more than half of the clansmen who joined the army with him were burnt to charcoal along with their mounts. Only those who were a little farther away were temporarily spared.

The strong sense of fear turned into anger at this moment. With a roar, Durham raised the iron spear in his hand and threw it with all his strength, like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

As soon as the iron spear touched the fire dragon's body, it instantly ignited into a torch.

The spearhead turned into a ball of molten iron, fell into the gaps between the scales on the fire dragon's body, and flowed all the way to the ground.

The dragon didn't even look at him.

Behind him, there was the sound of horseshoes.

Derem turned around and saw Knight Ulm riding his mount, running towards him quickly. Ulm grabbed his collar and dragged him onto his mount: "Retreat, follow my order, stay away from this beast." monster."

Above the head, the gargoyle swooped forward, flapping the pair of broad stone wings, rushing towards the dragon.

The magic dragon raised its head impatiently, with a thick neck like a python, suddenly twisted back, and chewed the stone activated by blood magic into pieces in one bite.

But how could such a monster full of blood magic die so easily.

Just hearing a muffled bang, the blood magic power full of corrosive energy exploded from its mouth.

The fire dragon let out an angry roar.

The continuous humiliation had already driven the dragon into a berserk state, and it no longer ignored the harassment of the remaining gargoyles, aimed at Lothar, and spewed out the flames from its mouth.

boom!
The black shield lay between Lothar and the dragon.

The ghost face relief on the top wailed in pain. This level of dragon inflammation is even more terrifying than the tyrannical dragon blessed with volcanic divinity.

"Blow the horn and retreat!"

Lothar shouted at the top of her lungs.

He has volcanic divinity and can survive the dragon flames, but the cavalry under his command can't do it.

Even if the scorching dragon flames were completely blocked by the shield in Banruo's hand, the temperature suddenly rose to such a level that even the Saracen cavalry, who had adapted to the desert climate, could hardly raise their desire to fight.

The cavalrymen wrapped in iron armor felt as if they had been thrown into a steamer. They were sweating like rain, and even breathing became much more difficult.

The two armies did not care about fighting any more, and retreated one after another.

The Crusader cavalry ran all the way back to the hillside nearly a kilometer away before they had the courage to see the scene behind them.

I saw Lothar riding the giant horse with a shoulder height of two meters, holding a shining silver cross sword in his hand, standing facing the flames of the evil dragon.

"Father above, can Lord Marquis really defeat such a terrifying monster?"

Jeanna vibrated the light wings on her back, and stopped in front of the dragon. The sacred golden light made Schemael, who was behind it, squint her eyes subconsciously.

At this moment, Jeanna has completely transformed into a state of a sacred body.

Behind her, she could vaguely see light wings spread out like haloes. It was unclear how many pairs of wings there were, and her eyes were almost filled with the blazing light.

Her flesh and blood body has been completely replaced by the holy light.

In this state, Rang Na is fully capable of conducting a head-on spell confrontation with a powerful spellcaster like Anna who has half a foot in the legendary realm.

But the state of the sacred body is also extremely dangerous. Once Jeanna's holy power is exhausted, the holy flame of the sacred body will use Jeanna herself as firewood to burn out a terrifying combat power that will die with the enemy.

She raised her hand, and a golden glow of more than ten meters long stretched out from the tip of the holy spear: "Prajna, protect me, sir, and leave this guy to me."

Banruo's slender fingers tightly held the calcined red shield, her brows were tightly frowned, and she rarely cursed, which attracted the angelic female knight, who couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I know it's nonsense, but not saying anything in this situation is really not in line with my sense of beauty." After Jeanna finished speaking, the smile on her face quickly faded.

She looked at the charred corpses everywhere, among which there were many familiar faces, but at this moment they could only be like firewood, igniting clusters of flames, or turned into dehydrated corpses, with their limbs twisted and lying on the way to escape.

"Face the judgment, dragon!"

The tip of the gun moved up, pointing directly at the dragon's head.

The fire dragon also felt the threat, and the tyranny in its eyes made it not hesitate any more, so it raised its head and pointed Long Yan at Rang Na.

Roger of the Knights Hospitaller drew a cross on his chest, his eyes full of piety and admiration: "The scene in front of me reminds me of Gabriel's appearance when he was fighting the dragon Satan, perhaps... Captain Jeanne It's Gabriel."

It is recorded in the Book of Revelation that during the Last Judgment, angels fought against seven dragons wearing seven crowns. The dragons mentioned here are the ancient snake Satan who tempted Adam and Eve to fall in the Bible.

"Knight Commander Jeanne...is she an angel?"

"It must be, God sent an angel to fight for the Son, defeating the pagan army that raised the dragon"

Roger became more and more excited as he spoke: "A heaven on earth that straddles the Fertile Crescent and Egypt is about to be born - Gerald, this is God's will, we are so lucky to witness such a magnificent miracle."

Gerald looked a little confused: "Jeanna is an angel?"

Christianity and Judaism in this era have a significantly different understanding of the image of angels than the image of handsome men and women with a pair or several pairs of swan wings in later generations.

In the Old Testament, the image of an angel is like this: a human image, each with four faces and four wings.

Their legs were straight, and the soles of their feet were like the hooves of a calf, and they were as bright as bright bronze.

Under the four wings there are human hands.The faces and wings of the four living creatures were like this: their wings touched each other, they walked without turning around, and each went straight ahead.

As for the images of the faces: each had the face of a man in front, each had the face of a lion on the right, each had the face of an ox on the left, and each had the face of an eagle behind.Spread the upper two wings to meet each other, and each lower the two lower wings to cover the body.

Looking at this description, it has nothing to do with "beautiful", but it is quite weird in the Chinese and Greek mythology.

However, there are also angels like Gabriel who often appear in the world in human form in the Bible.

Therefore, monks in the seminary generally believe that angels have the ability to incarnate all things, and their bodies are not fixed. They can be male or female, weird monsters, or unparalleled handsome men and women.

Therefore, it is obvious that Jeanne is a human angel like Gabriel.

"It turns out that the knight Jeanne next to the Marquis is actually the incarnation of an angel..."

"With such sacred light bathing us, even the pain of being burned by that demonic dragon has been alleviated a lot."

"Angels are serving him. Could it be that Lord Marquis, is it really the Son of God descending from the mortal world?"

Even Leonard, who was downgraded to a baron, had a slightly shaken expression on his face—he is the Son of God. He is the Son of God?
How can this be?

Could it be that the Son will also preside over a despicable murder?

No, absolutely impossible!

He is a liar!
He and his vile witches, who have venom running from their hair, concocted a deception to deceive the whole world.

"Gerald, he is a liar, right?"

He turned around suddenly, wanting to regain some confidence from his former close ally, but happened to see the ally whom he had high hopes for, kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly.

puff-

Baron Argon knelt down beside him. This vassal who had had a bad quarrel with him, Lothar's loyal "dog leg", confessed at this moment: "Questioning that Commander Jeanne has no right to keep the Holy Lance , is my sin, Heavenly Father, please forgive your ignorant but loyal believer!"

Leonard looked at Lothar in the distance with some confusion.

Facing the glorious Lothar, Rangna who is like an angel, and the terrifying dragon opposite them.

"I"

"Am I really wrong?"