The sky was full of hovering and roaring dragons, these naturally powerful creatures, the number is unpredictable, whether it is magic or individual strength, they are extremely powerful, some have even landed on the ground, their huge bodies are simply moving destruction machines, and the dragon's breath spewed from their mouths can melt everything.

Fortunately, the operation of the past thousand years has allowed the Holy See to design its base camp extremely strongly.

After the initial chaos, as the terrible sirens sounded, silver-white holy light flames enveloped the entire island, and the central holy mountain was flooded with patches of water-like brilliance, blocking the dragon's breath and magic attacks, and silvery white magic shields were also cast all over Sicily, enveloping the main buildings on the island.

At the same time, an angry roar rang out from the Holy See's holy mountain.

Like lions who have suddenly taken their mates away from their mates, the mighty men of the Holy See are like dense swarms of bees, rising from the Holy Mountain and Sicily, shining with the light of fighting spirit and magic, fighting with the sudden invaders.

In the sky, from time to time, bright flames of light exploded.

Each explosion of the light cluster represents the fall of a human or dragon powerhouse.

To be able to fly in the sky, at least a moon-level powerhouse or above, but at this time, in such a crazy melee, the life of a moon-level powerhouse is not much more important than an ant, and crackling dumplings continue to fall from the sky.

The roar of the dragon and the roar of the human being, in this moment, mix together to form a hellish scene in Sicily.

After the initial chaos, Samaras and his companions immediately went into action.

"Damn the dragons, defend Sicily, we're going to fight back!"

Young Samaras was a brave divine knight with a firm faith, although his strength was only an eight-star beginner, but his long-term glory and sacrifice education made him never flinch even in the face of an invincible enemy, and they quickly locked onto a dragon that was raging on the ground and spewed fire, and rushed over.

Guarding Sicily, guarding the Holy Mountain, guarding ...... That choir girl, even if I die in battle, is glory and satisfaction.

Samaras drew his long sword and stabbed it at the behemoth in front of him.

This is just one frame from the thousands of scenes that happened in Sicily.

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Legend has it that in the era of the ancient gods and demons, the dragon clan is a powerful race that can compete with the gods and demons, and stand on its feet, every dragon is born with magic or vindictiveness, and the power of the bloodline can ensure that every member of the dragon clan, even if they don't work hard to cultivate, with the whole of the years, they can also become powerful warriors or magic powerhouses after adulthood, if it is not for the slight lack of racial reproduction ability and the scarcity of races, I am afraid that the ancient era will be renamed 'dragon era'.

The long-standing myths and legends have made human beings instinctively weak when facing the dragons.

"To dare to invade Sicily, this is a blasphemous act, no matter what it is, it will pay the price of blood!"

A magnificent and noble voice on the central holy mountain spread throughout Sicily, a dazzling ball of light that could not be looked up shot out, and in the midst of the loud chant chanting, a huge [Sword of Judgment] that was thousands of meters long suddenly fell from the sky, and the destructive power that could be broken even tore open a huge crack in the sky, and hundreds of dragons within a radius of a kilometer could not dodge, and were swept away by this terrible force, wailing and turning into ashes!

On the island of Sicily, countless knights and priests cheered.

On the side of the Holy See, the strongest finally made a move, destroying hundreds of dragons with one move, greatly boosting morale.

But the next moment, in the distant sky, there was a thunderclap-like roar, and a huge crimson figure swooped down - this was a red dragon that was far larger than its peers, fighting fiercely with this Holy See supreme powerhouse, and within ten minutes, a terrible scream sounded, and the strongest man of the Holy See, who was still showing his might just now, was bitten in two by the red dragon with an astonishing size, the stump and arm were broken, and the blood rain flew, and it fell suddenly!

The red dragon roared in the sky, and the smugness was overflowing, and the morale of the dragon clan was also greatly boosted.

But in the next moment, the white light on the ground flickered, and a series of magic cannon beams bombarded the red dragon fiercely, and the red dragon magic shield was broken in a dozen strokes, and in a splash of dragon blood dragon scales, the red dragon was hit hard, as if it was drunk, and fell down staggeringly, smashing on the ground, and before he could turn over, he was beaten by the low-level god knights and divine masters who were densely surrounded like ants.

Such scenes are playing out everywhere in Sicily.

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High above the heavens.

There is a five-clawed golden dragon like an emperor, under the protection of hundreds of dragons that are far larger than the same kind, arrogantly looking down on the earth island below, its golden red pupils flickering with a cruel and ruthless glimmer, full of god-like aura, from time to time emitting a series of spiritual fluctuations, commanding the battle below.

And at the same time, the top of the sacred mountain in the middle of Sicily.

The Central Pope, dressed in a white robe that seemed to be condensed by divine light, was under the protection of the high-level powerhouses of the Holy See around him, holding a scepter, wearing a divine crown, and his beard was white, with doubts and pity in his eyes, and at the same time paying attention to the changes in the battle situation.

It will be an uphill war for either side.

The real powerhouses on both sides maintained a temporary silence very tacitly, feared each other, and did not make a move.

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The news that Sicily had been attacked by the dragons was like a magnitude eighteen tsunami that suddenly appeared on the calm sea, completely shaking the entire continent, radiating in all directions towards the entire continent of Azeroth at an indescribable speed.

This is news that everyone is in disbelief.

The first reaction of everyone who heard the news was 'impossible, this is definitely the most nonsensical lie of the year', followed by 'No, is it true?', then 'Oh my God, it's true, isn't the dragons gone?'", the next thought is 'Where did the dragons come from, why are they attacking Sicily?', and finally the concern is 'What will be the final outcome of the war?' It should be the Holy See that won, after all, the Holy See has always been the most unprovoked force on the continent'.

In contrast, the appearance of the dragons and the attack on Sicily shocked everyone, and the war between the goblins and the Terrans in the Southern Regions was suddenly dull and lost attention.

Then, all sorts of news kept spreading.

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