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Chapter 586: Dragon Slaying Battle (Part )

A knight in heavy armor leaped down from behind the ugly and ferocious monster.

He frowned, the scene before him was truly horrifying. In this world, there might be legends of ghosts slaughtering villages and dragons attacking cities, but they were mostly heard in remote areas. To actually see a monster turning an entire prosperous city into a ghost town was still heart-wrenching.

Lavinia fell to the ground, and the golden law weapons wrapped her like a Valkyrie.

She looked at the burning house, the evil spirits emerging from the flames, and the mortals screaming miserably. She opened her mouth but said nothing.

In the Apennine Peninsula under the rule of the wolf tribe, although the order was relatively chaotic, there were often violent incidents in the streets and fights between hundreds of people, which affected many innocent people, but such scenes had never been heard of.

The giant riot she and Lothar encountered in Turin was a rare and unexpected event.

She originally thought that the supernatural powers in this world would be rarer and of a lower level, but she didn't expect that it was precisely because of this that the monsters could commit crimes and no one could stop them - or rather, no one was willing to stop them.

Lavinia whispered softly, "Unrestrained supernatural power is a disaster for the world, but what can be relied upon to prevent these supernatural beings from acting recklessly?"

Lothar took a deep breath, trying to divert his gaze away from the tragic scene before him, and looked towards the terrifying ghost dragon in the sky with its wings flapping like those of a dangling sky.

The dragon blood in his body resonated with this ghost dragon, which meant that the other party was also a dragon whose bloodline power he could steal.

But does this thing really have bloodline?

It looked as if it had no substance at all, just a ball of dragon-shaped smoke.

"As expected, you are here too, Demon Duke."

Shemaier looked at Lothar deeply, then thrust the magic wand in his hand fiercely into the ground. The horrifying spiritual storm swept out of his body without reservation and poured into the magic wand.

"Although it's a little earlier than I expected."

The spiritual storm gave off a terrifying sense of oppression, like a volcano about to erupt.

"What kind of spell is this?"

"There seems to be a spatial fluctuation. Master Shemaier is also good at spatial magic?"

On the city wall, more than a dozen spellcasters from the advisory group were hesitating whether to take action.

"Hey, doesn't Governor Adil want our help?"

"That's what we said, but who are we helping? Don't forget, Governor Adil asked us to subdue or kill this beast that is destroying the city. But now it seems that this monster was clearly summoned by Master Shemaier."

"Indeed, the matter is very clear. Someone wanted to assassinate Master Shemaier, so Master Shemaier summoned this vicious dragon. We can't help the assassin to deal with our own people, right?"

"This"

Many spellcasters pretended to be ignorant even though they knew the truth, and no one stepped forward to offer to help Shemaier.

"Let's just watch the battle first. The spells cast by Master Shemaier are truly terrifyingly powerful. Looking at him, even if someone says that he has completely entered the realm of legend, I would still believe it."

Each of the spellcasters has his own ulterior motive.

Some people stared at the wedge-shaped stone slabs surrounding Shemaier with shining eyes, while others looked amazed and carefully observed the spell that Shemaier was about to cast.

Their relationship with Shemaier was not harmonious, because many of them were not orthodox spellcasters and possessed different powers. Their combat power might not be much weaker than Shemaier's, but their knowledge reserves were far behind.

Therefore, they were not respected by Shemaier, and when he encountered the enemy, these people were unwilling to help him.

At this time, Losa and his companions had already felt a strong sense of suffocation. The space in all directions seemed to be torn apart from this world. Dense electric arcs crackled and bounced in the cracks of space.

This guy actually wanted to destroy Losa and his group, as well as the space they were in!
Fulin's white hair was flying, and blood magic power, supported by the magic source, continued to burst out.

"Don't worry, sir. Just let me handle this old thing."

A confident smile appeared on her face, bone spurs pierced through her flesh, forming armor that covered half of her body. A blood-red magic sword with a huge eyeball on the hilt emerged from her palm, supported by broad blood-red bat wings.

next moment.

Shemaier, who was casting a spell on the spot, suddenly disappeared.

Before his eyes, the world was covered with a bloody veil. Looking around, the entrance to the palace in the evil land, which was originally full of ruins, was unexpectedly replaced by a world covered with blood.

Wearing a crown of bones, Fulin looked like the queen of this bloody world. She crossed her arms, the bloody magic sword floated beside her, and the wings behind her vibrated slowly.

"Welcome to my world, you old, ugly thing with no sweet blood in your body."

"here it is"

A flash of shock and anger flashed across Shemaier's face, but he quickly calmed down and began to look for a way to escape from the bloody world.

The power of the Ghost Dragon comes from the wedge-shaped stone slab on his body. Without its support, the Ghost Dragon would fall in rank in no time.

"While Fulin is pulling Shemaier into her blood pool world, let's destroy this ghost dragon as soon as possible!"

Lothar gave the order loudly.

Although Fulin's strength has been greatly increased after being eliteized, and has reached the maximum level of the Elite One stage, Lothar has no confidence that he can defeat Shemaier, whose strength has obviously improved, in a one-on-one fight.

Fortunately, as long as Fulin's blood pool is not destroyed, she will not die. Her vitality is the strongest among them. It should not be a problem for her to just hold Shemer back.

Hans and Veneto looked at each other. They also wanted to help, but facing this ghost dragon, they felt that they could not use any strength even if they had it.

"Don't just stand there, both of you. Be alert everywhere. Don't forget, this is the enemy's lair."

Lothar shouted, and the pressure of the Dark Lord in his body burst out with all his strength under the stimulation of his dragon blood. The familiar shadow of the dragon slowly emerged behind him, but the shadow of the dragon that seemed so huge in the past now looked small compared to the terrifying ghost dragon hovering in the sky.

While he exudes his aura.

Guilong's eyes, which were glowing red in the black mist and were countless times larger than lanterns, immediately looked at him.

Perhaps it recognized this enemy from its previous life, or perhaps it was the dragon blood in Lothar's body that made it envious after losing its body. It immediately abandoned Prajna and her ghost-faced shield, which it had been coveting and wanted to devour, and swooped down towards Lothar.

There was a terrifying feeling of oppression, as if the entire sky had fallen on Lothar's head.

“Holy!”

Golden light gathered in Lothar's hands, and every pattern on the Holy Cross Plate Armor on his body became shining, and the whole person looked like a god descended to the earth.

Holy Spear!

Facing such a powerful enemy, there is no room for holding back.

Black scales covered the entire body, and sharp teeth pierced the lower lip.

He performed the half-dragon transformation simultaneously, and his heart, which was nourished by dragon blood and was extremely strong, beat rapidly, pumping endless power into the holy spear in his hand.

Lothar leaned back, with all his strength flowing through his body. His body was like a big bow, and he threw the holy spear in his hand out fiercely.

The holy spear flew out of his hand, leaving a clear golden mark in the black sky.

The ghost dragon's face was full of greed. Faced with this artifact that could be considered devastating to any dark creature, he had no intention of retreating at all. He opened his bloody mouth and a dragon breath filled with infinite negative energy swept towards Lothar.

In the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

Two azure sword beams suddenly slashed down.

While Prajna and Losa attracted the ghost dragon's attention, Cherinina, who had been lurking for a long time, drew her sword again at this critical moment. The two seemed to have telepathic connection and did not dodge, venting their strength to the fullest.

The sword light hit the ghost dragon's head, and the force of strangling its throat seemed to be as literal as the word, causing the ghost dragon's half-spitted out dragon breath to stop abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, the holy spear pierced into its mouth like golden lightning.

hold head high--

A roar filled with anger and pain sounded, and in the sky, the entire ghost dragon was writhing in pain.

Countless souls around were drawn by the screams and were about to rise into the sky and plunge into the ghost dragon's body to repair its injuries, but the door to hell in Prajna's hand had already opened first.

The ghost face relief that was cut open let out a sinister laugh.

Countless souls swarmed in. The ghost dragon tried its best to draw the souls into its body, but it could only seize half of the control.

boom--

The golden glow was like a big sun, suddenly appearing in the dark sky.

Behind Jeanne, a pair of wings made of holy light that burned like flames vibrated slowly. A golden ring hung above her head, and the holy light condensed into golden armor.

In her hand, the holy spear that had just pierced the ghost dragon's body was back in her hands.

“Holy!”

A low chant sounded, but it resounded in everyone's heart.

The golden holy spear once again flew towards the ghost dragon with the law of cause and effect.

(End of this chapter)