The Grand Knight Kraft rode his flesh demon to the top of the mountain. The meat demon was uncomfortable in the scorching heat, and it squirmed and shivered, as if it wanted to shrink back into the ground. But the Grand Knight apparently didn't think much of his mount, and he stamped his foot urging the Meat Demon to rush forward.

"Reptiles, give up your ridiculous thoughts. I, Kraft of Gontoth, patron of the Windtalkers, promise his safety. In front of you is the Holy War Regiment that swept across the continent, the sword of the king of Belcy. Its edge overshadowed the 10,000-year-old ice of Mount Arce, its sharpness slashed through the black clouds and iron locks on the gates of hell, and its desire was the burning blood of a red dragon. The great knight raised his sword and shouted, "Senseless warriors, stab your sword, show your courage, the god of war is with us, kill!"

"Quick!" the Demon King pulled Catherine, who was looking at the red dragon, "Lines, lines!"

"The god of war is with us. Kill—!" the female mage hurriedly glanced at the script and shouted with His Majesty the Demon King.

The Grand Knight rode the Flesh Demon to the forefront, and Catherine flung the hammer and flail to follow. The demon king was a little helpless, and he shrugged his shoulders and rushed forward. Only the troubadour stood still, smiling at the battle that was about to unfold. He was like a real spectator, enjoying the performance in the Colosseum.

Red fury roared, and it burst out of the flames of the cavern. It was a real dragon, at least a third larger than the black dragon Hermes that Catherine had ever seen. It was completely unexpected that such a huge body could hide in that small cave.

However, what is somewhat funny is that the seemingly majestic and huge red dragon does not have dragon wings that match its body. Its two wings appeared so small, like two leaves glued to its body. But the mage didn't laugh, because she could see clearly that they were two wings made of demonic flames. Pitch-black flames burned on the red dragon's ribs, emitting an eerie chaotic aura.

The flesh demon ridden by the red dragon and the great knight Kraft collided with each other with a "boom". The meat demon burst like a water bag. The black, semi-liquid fluid inside it gushed out like mud. Catherine and the Demon King, who followed closely behind, were caught off guard and were swept into the mud wave at once.

I don't know how far I was washed out, but it was an unbearable bad experience. The female mage rolled in the stinking mud for a long time before she finally got up. She was covered in a thick layer of sticky, black as a crow in the night. Catherine could neither see nor hear now, but fortunately her soul did not need to breathe, otherwise she would have suffocated to death.

"How's it going? doesn't it taste good?" someone wiped the dirt off the mage's face, "I said I wanted to stay away from this thing, but you still rushed forward." ”

Catherine opened her eyes and saw His Majesty the Demon King standing cleanly in front of her. "How could you be fine?" asked the mage, puzzled.

"Oh, my dear female disciple, take off your stinking chain mail first. Without waiting for Catherine's answer, the Demon King lifted the chain mail from her knees, "I've got experience in dealing with dung worms, haha." ”

The female mage was covered in the juice of the flesh demon, and she could not resist the actions of the demon king. As soon as the chainmail left her body, Catherine suddenly felt a sense of relief. Huh, my body immediately became clean and tidy, how could there be any foul-smelling?

"I see. The mage nodded.

"I really have a lot of ways to deal with meat demons. His Majesty the Demon King emphasized, "It's just that I've found an easier solution." ”

Catherine ignored the Demon King, and looked into the distance. She found that the red sun, which was originally on the other side of the soul illusion, had magically come to the back of the Yado Mountains. It was as if a day had passed, turning the rising sun into a sunset in the west. The Red Dragon and the Grand Knight also seemed to have gone through a fierce battle, gasping for breath in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Red Fury lay on the ground with half of his body tilted, Kraft the Grand Knight kneeling on the ground with his broadsword, the Legion of Golems disappeared behind the chainmail of the Demon King and the Mage, and the troubadour Dieth walked slowly from behind.

"Crawler! your wings have been broken, your eyes have been blinded, your whole body is bleeding, your flames are not enough for cooking, and your claws cannot kill an ant. The invincible Holy War laughs at your cowardice, and Kraft of Gangthos wants to decapitate your head and sacrifice your blood to the dead warriors. Remember my name, this is the first warrior to slay a dragon in 300 years. I will make an armor out of your scales and leave an eternal footnote to my glory. The Grand Knight stood up with great difficulty, dragging his great sword towards the red dragon.

The red dragon stretched its neck as hard as it could, and said, "How can a noble head be understood by a humble soul, and how can holy blood be sprinkled on a filthy land? ”

The troubadour came to the great knight, and he bowed and said in a deferential tone: "Do not hesitate any longer, noble knight, for glory is at hand, and the name of bravery is incomparable." I will sing of your great deeds, I will sing of your highest glory, and the whole continent will be mad for you, and the whole continent will sing of your psalms. ”

A dull laugh erupted from the Grand Knight's helmet, and Kraft picked up his strength and sped up a few steps.

Yet the red dragon trembled and straightened up from the ground, and it chanted in a loud voice: "The supreme dragon god, the noble eternal, your people are calling, your people are praying." I will burn my soul and purify this evil land, I will boil my blood and wash away the dust here, and I will exchange my eternal sleep for eternal purity. Burn, dragon soul—" The scales of the red dragon's body shook off in all directions, and blood gushed out of its body like a spring.

The dazzling light of fire ignited with the dragon's blood, and quickly devoured the great knights and troubadours who had no time to escape. Together, the three of them became a huge torch that burned brightly from the summit of Mount Ardo.

In the light of the fire, I heard the troubadour sigh for a long time: "Stupidity and arrogance coexist, insignificance and arrogance coexist, and the glory of the god of war will remain in the world forever." Glory can only be instantaneous, false fame is difficult to keep eternity, the poem of slaying the dragon is about to disappear, the sunset will rise, you and I have no time to care, hey! The sunset is infinitely good, but it is nearly dusk. ”

The fire dimmed, and in front of Catherine and the Demon King, the Red Dragon, the Grand Knight, and the Bard were reduced to ashes and scattered in the wind.

"Is that the end of it?" said the mage.

"I guess so. The Demon King replied.

"Boring repertoire. Catherine commented, "They're out, so what are we going to do now?"