Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Ouch——"

With a shrill wail, the lion burned up in the flames.

The lion spirit body is not only a weapon for offense and defense, but also the embodiment of the will of the Lion Heart Knights.

At the moment when the spirit body was destroyed, the spirits of the Lionheart Knights were greatly traumatized, and they had splitting headaches. Some of them even trembled slightly when holding up their shields.

Cassius hasn't even used the most effective breath yet. He just relies on his powerful ability to control the fire element to intensify the elemental reaction intensity of his breath. Such flame breath is almost useless for him.

"boom--"

The breath started out as a cone-shaped diffusion area, and then gradually condensed into a pillar of fire.

The flames were dark red at first, then orange, then yellow, and finally a blinding blazing white.

Those silver shields were burned red, and terrible heat was transmitted to them, and even the handles behind the shields became extremely hot.

"Damn it!"

A lion-hearted knight couldn't help but take action.

He was instantly burnt to a crisp by the flames pouring in from around him.

Under the baptism of the blazing white fire pillar, the giant shield composed of dozens of silver shields was completely damaged, and even the surface was melted into liquid, with silver water flowing!

"ah!"

"I'm going to get burned!"

"Damn it, it melted!"

"Fire! Fire everywhere!"

There were pitiful wails from the Lionheart Knights' military formation.

Some people were burned alive by the blazing flames, some were choked to death by the diffuse smoke, and some were even engulfed by the flowing silver water and cast into a struggling silver statue.

Freed barely maintained the protective aura around him, struggling to resist the violent fire elemental intrusion.

"It is indeed the rumored 'Purgatory Natural Disaster'. It is truly a hellish scene."

He looked up at the blazing white flames descending from the sky, like divine punishment, watched the painful deaths of his comrades around him, watched their tragic deaths, and listened to their painful and noisy wails.

There was an inexplicable calmness on the face of this "Black Lion Knight". Perhaps this was the last calmness before death.

"How can we win? Even a guy like Tariq would die in the face of such a monster."

"If, if it were Tariq, what would he do?"

Freed lowered his head, as if lost in memories.

He suddenly discovered that he had never been that kind of person.

Loyalty, bravery, justice, these seem to be irrelevant to him, who is gloomy and indifferent by nature.

Yes, he is not the famous "White Lion Knight", not the hero who single-handedly defeated hundreds of enemy armies. Even though he has become one of the knight captains of the Lionheart Knights, he still cannot catch up. Following in the footsteps of the fallen knight, he was simply imitating Taric.

"Why, I'm not dead yet."

The red dragon in the sky overlooked the devastated land and temporarily stopped the wild flames in its mouth.

"For those strong men who can survive the dragon flames for a long time, I admire you very much."

His powerful voice echoed across the land.

"Submit to me and serve the Burning Ember Kingdom, and I will give you great strength and a long life!"

"Otherwise, what you are about to face will be complete death!"

The remaining lion-hearted knights on the ground raised their heads and glared at the red dragon in the sky.

As the most elite knights in the Principality of Bosque, most of them are nobles in the principality. They have received the most superior knight education since childhood and have sworn a sacred oath of allegiance. They not only represent themselves, but also represent the glory of the entire family.

Becoming a dependent of the evil dragon, in their view, is not only the loss of one's personal identity, but also a disgrace to the family.

"Evil dragon, you are having wishful thinking!"

Adjutant Jayden's eyes were red, he stood up with his sword, pointed at the red dragon in the air, and shot a light-guided arrow.

He knew that such an attack would be ineffective, but it was his last act of resistance as a knight and represented the courage to charge against an invincible enemy.

Sure enough, the light disappeared before it even got close.

And then a fireball came down, turning Jayden, who couldn't dodge, into charcoal.

"Very good courage, but your strength is not worthy of this courage."

Cassius said coldly.

When the knights saw Jaden dead, not only were they not afraid, but they were furious.

"Dragon, your tyranny will eventually end!"

"My death is not the end, there will never be a shortage of rebels!"

"For the Principality of Bosque! For the Archduke Leo!"

They are worthy of being the most loyal and powerful knights of the Bosque family. They regard being killed by powerful enemies as an honor. And in this complete death situation, they all chose to become heroes who should die bravely, launching attacks on the red dragon in the sky like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fireballs erupted from the red dragon's mouth and landed on the knights accurately.

The sound of burning bodies sounded, sparse firelight danced on the wasteland, and the wails continued, and those lion-hearted knights died one after another.

Soon, only the last lion-hearted knight was left on the scene - "Black Lion Knight" Freed

Unlike those noble knights who had the glory of their families, Fried grew up in a monastery alone and had no relatives. The only one who was as close as an elder brother was Tarik.

Just now, Fried had tried to charge like his comrades without fear of death, showing his last loyalty as a Lion-Hearted Knight.

But no matter what, he couldn't control his body to die.

His character is inherently like this, indifferent to loyalty, honor, and so-called chivalry.

Freed has been following Tariq's footsteps all his life, but he has never experienced his own life, even as a descendant of the evil dragon.

"I am not Tariq, and I am not even the so-called Lion-Hearted Knight."

"I'm just myself."

"A villain who puts profit first."

Freed muttered to himself.

The red dragon in the sky suddenly landed, causing dust to fly and even the ground to crack.

Cassius looked down at the only remaining "Black Lion Knight" with amusement in his golden pupils. He could see the inner shake and confusion of this knight, which was very interesting.

But he didn't say anything more, and there was no need to do so. He just stated plainly:

"Surrender, or die."

"I"

"Surrender."

Freed gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

As fate would have it, the former "Knight of the Black Lion" finally succumbed to the dragon and his former enemy.

The pocket watch engraved with the coat of arms of Heronis, the God of Braves, fell to the ground and was covered with a thin layer of dust. It seemed that it had never belonged to Freed, not even for a moment.

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