The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

Kill all living creatures in Dragonfire.

This is the ultimate desire of His followers.

Of course, it is also in line with Barda's own style of doing things.

However, the main purpose of His coming today is to plunder the divinity, to plunder the divinity that truly belongs to the God of War, that is, the female demihuman holding the spear of war.

Unlike real dragons, Yanlong Balda is more inclined to aggregate elements.

His body is an ancient red dragon, but after absorbing part of the divinity of Vulcan and part of the divinity of war, he has gradually discarded some biological characteristics.

There are desires, such as absorbing more divinity and becoming stronger.

As for discovering the beauty of females, sorry, in Barda's eyes only strength is beautiful.

So in order to make this battle end faster, he shrank his body and concentrated his divinity, turning into a lava fire dragon about four or five meters in size.

More sensitive, but also deadlier.

He didn't say a word, and a scorching divine dragon's breath sprayed towards "Anna" not far away. At the same time, he didn't forget to lash the eldest prince who was about to escape with his whip-like dragon tail.

At this moment, the eldest prince was in unspeakable misery. He tried to block the dragon's tail with a ferocious face, but was easily pierced through his body by it and flew out.

There was a tearing pain in his body and soul.

The divine power of the gods is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

The eldest prince fell to the corner of the city wall and was unable to move.

In his field of vision, Balda was chasing the woman with the spear. He seemed to realize that he was not dead yet, so he took a breath of dragon's breath as he passed him.

Long Yan rushed towards him, the eldest prince showed despair, sighed, closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Your Highness, let's go!"

Calant's roar came from the ear.

The eldest prince opened his eyes in astonishment.

At the very moment, Calante, whose eyes had been following the eldest prince, rushed over from the side.

He blocked Long Yan with his back, held the shield in both hands and kicked the ground, half kneeling in front of the eldest prince.

The dragon flames burned through his body, and the flames spewed out from his seven orifices, and continued to hit the huge shield.

Of course the shield couldn't stop the dragon flames full of divinity, but this moment of blocking was enough for the eldest prince to react.

"Card……"

The eldest prince rolled to a safe place, opened his mouth, and wanted to look back at Calant, but there was only a deep pit that was burned through by the dragon's flame and was emitting thick smoke.

Calante had been vaporized by the dragon flames, not even leaving his ashes behind.

The eldest prince pursed his lips, endured the complicated emotions in his heart, and ran for his life sullenly.

He still had a chance, and Barda's arrival was already in his expectation.

As long as he sacrificed the soul-gathering circle that absorbed enough soul energy, he could temporarily summon the mount of the Necromancer, a legendary ghost dragon, to help.

On the main material plane, Balda's divine power will gradually weaken over time, but the ghost dragon is not a god, and its power will not decline.

Thinking of this, enduring the severe pain all over his body, the eldest prince hastily took out a necklace from his pocket.

This is the magical item [Osirist's Call], through which the sacrifice can be launched, even if it is not next to the Soul Gathering Circle.

As long as the magic circle is arranged by him, the ghost dragon will respond to the call and appear by his side.

The souls of 10,000+ soldiers are enough to summon the full strength of this ghost dragon.

The eldest prince pulled the mechanism on the necklace, and a black smoke wrapped in a howling skull soared into the sky, ignoring the barrier Barda had set up, and flew towards the Soul Gathering Circle.

A moment later, the eldest prince, who had been burned to the brink of death by the flames of divinity, suddenly felt a sudden thought appearing near him.

"It's coming! My last hole card!"

The eldest prince looked a little excited. It was a legendary ghost dragon. When he saw the Necromancer for the first time, he was shocked by this huge dragon-shaped necromancer.

The idea is getting clearer and closer.

"Om-"

A magic circle the size of a basin appeared in front of the eldest prince.

This confused him a little, but he seemed to understand.

After all, high-level undead can be transformed into soul bodies, and it doesn't make sense to have a magic circle that is too large.

But his optimism didn't last long.

Because as the light of the magic circle disappeared, a fist-sized pocket ghost dragon appeared in front of the eldest prince.

"...(°Д°)???"

"Is it His Excellency Engus?"

This is the name of that ghost dragon, the eldest prince asked tentatively looking at the little poor ghost dragon in front of him.

"Roar--"

The Pocket Ghost Dragon roared, and spewed out a mouthful of corrosive dragon breath, which corroded the eldest prince's nose to the point where only bones remained, and the painful elder prince shivered all over.

Then came the terrifying roar of the ghost dragon in his mind:

"Idiot! The soul-gathering circle has been destroyed by someone, and all the gathered souls have dispersed. What are you calling me for?!"

"Look at me! Look at my ridiculous incarnation, let me fight the projection of that god?"

"You are sick!?"

The ghost dragon raised its wings angrily, and slapped the eldest prince's face with a "slap".

"Bai Le Fren, I hope you can live and wait for the emperor's punishment!"

The ghost dragon snorted coldly, turned into a wisp of gray smoke, and knocked open a gap the size of a dog hole at the barrier at the corner of the city wall.

It roared deafeningly in the prince's mind with the last bit of will:

"Undead dog x thing, are you a lich? Are you still crawling out?"

The eldest prince was stupefied by the ghost dragon's roar, he bent down in a daze, and got out of the dog hole made by the ghost dragon.

Outside the city wall, there is a gentle breeze, and the reeds bend comfortably, and the wide moat is in front of you.

Get out of here and he'll survive.

At this moment, the eldest prince's whole body has been burnt into honeycomb-like holes by the divine dragon flames.

His muscles were shriveled, panting, and extremely weak.

The power of the undead was suppressed to death by the still burning divine flames, and they couldn't be mobilized at all.

But he had no choice but to struggle to swim across the moat.

The stench of the plague still lingered in the river water.

After turning over a small hill and getting farther and farther away from Dragon Fire City, the divine flame in his body gradually weakened.

Seems to survive.

The eldest prince flung himself down in a high lawn in a state of embarrassment.

He was weak at this time, but he could already mobilize the power of the undead to slowly repair the burned body riddled with holes.

As a vampire, as long as the power of the undead is not exhausted, it can always repair the body, which can be called immortality.

This was originally a very buggy ability, but Barda's divinity carried flames, and the flames were biased towards the light, completely restraining him to death.

At this moment, the night is low, the stars are shining brightly, the open four fields are desolate, the cold moon hangs alone, the clear light sprinkles the earth, and the snow is covered, just like the arrival of the snow country.

The eldest prince has never seen snow, and his life has been spent in ups and downs. He was driven away from the capital, and came to the emerald border to fight for the empire, besieging and strangling those elves.

Maybe snow is so beautiful.

The eldest prince thought so.

He had never had the opportunity, or the desire, to take a serious look at these sights before.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

A soft female voice sounded beside the eldest prince.

He looked up for the female voice.

I only saw silver threads dancing with the wind under the cold moonlight, it was a beautiful figure.

The eldest prince has seen many women, but he assures that this is definitely the most beautiful and holy one he has ever seen. She is almost the embodiment of light and tenderness.

Even if he changed his sexual orientation due to physical defects, he couldn't help but feel his heart throbbing at this moment.

It's just that this girl is wearing the Holy Cloth of the Holy See of Light.

She smiled softly, her warm eyes seemed to be visiting a good friend.

"Are you a vampire?"

She doesn't seem to need the eldest prince to answer this question, because she already knows the answer.

She gently raised the long sword in her hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and stabbed the sword into the body of the eldest prince.

The power of light shone from her whole body, and fell on the eldest prince like snowflakes.

"Then as compensation, let me treat you to a snow show, goodbye~"

The soft voice rang in the ears of the eldest prince, and fell into silence as his consciousness gradually disappeared.

[There are still 1-2 in the evening, brothers send power, pay public food ~]