Lydia felt a dull ache all over her body.

Just now, the breath of flames falling from the sky caused a huge explosion, and the fragments and glow shone like a sea of stars. If someone hadn't pulled her from behind in the nick of time, it would have been at least two hours before she could regain consciousness.

"Are you alright, how are you feeling?" a not-so-unfamiliar voice came from her ears, and Lydia froze, seeing Ruby's relieved expression.

The little priest in front of him was covered in dust, his white robe was full of stains and tears, and his bare little feet were also cut by sharp objects, and blood was faintly oozing.

She then looked around. Most of the outer structure of the temple has disappeared, and the Sky Forge can be seen from the emblem! Several priests hid behind a bunker of fallen beams and columns, giving emergency treatment to wounded soldiers or civilians.

The low wails, the muffled prayers, the crackling of the burning wooden structure. and the commotion and roar of the dragon from afar combined to create a snow man that was completely different from what she had known. A chaotic, fragile snow.

Lydia suddenly felt a bad omen.

She pressed Ruby's shoulders and looked into the other's eyes. "Where's Miss Alice!?

Ruby hung her head and turned sideways to let her see what was behind her.

The small building that was supposed to be Alice's hiding place was nothing but burning ruins.

"It's too late......"

Lydia's hands slipped limply, tears swirling in her eyes, her lips opening and closing, uttering almost imperceptible syllables: "How so...... How could it be ......"

[Again, let the person you want to protect die in front of you...... I...... I ......]

Ruby sighed, not trying to comfort Lydia, who was almost completely defeated. Instead, he straightened up and looked up at the sky.

"It's a terrible day. ”

Above the blue sky, huge golden-red shadows swam around, sprinkled with destruction and death in the thunderous roar of the dragon.

………………

"[Dragon's Language] It's been a long time, angry Minerius. ”

The huge crimson golden body of the sublime dragon fell to the top of the Longxiao Palace, and even the ancient Nord Palace, which had been tested for thousands of years, could not withstand it, and the junction of the beams and pillars emitted a cracking explosion.

Its wings slammed against the smooth dome, and the obsidian painted pale yellow was filled with cracks. The crack widened rapidly, and black and yellow fragments fell one after another, revealing large holes several feet wide.

"[Dragon Language] I haven't seen you for 4,000 years, are you sick?"

"Does [Dragon Language] feel a little cold?"

A scorching breath poured into the cavern in the dome, and golden-red flames erupted from every door, from every window.

"[Dragon's Whisper] Still too hot?" another frost breath dropped from the crack next to it, enough to freeze the steel into powder and instantly extinguish all the flames. Dye the crumbling dome of the Dragon Palace snow-white.

The dragon flapped its wings and circled the palace like a walk, occasionally spewing a deadly breath that turned the screaming guards fleeing around the palace into patches of ash or ice powder.

"[Dragon's language] don't you answer, Nu Minerius, can't you speak?"

It landed lightly on a colossus statue of Talos, and the scorching flames melted down the dozen or so worshippers who had been prostrating themselves to the icon and praying unceasingly, along with their offerings. With a slight force of the sharp claws, the upper body of the icon was torn open.

"[Dragon's Language] Oh, of course you can't speak. You can't talk anymore. ”

Half of the holy elephant was thrown by the dragon's powerful claws, breaking through the inner wall of the Longxiao Palace and then rolling out a long way.

Even if no one in the city could understand the dragon's language, everyone could feel its irritability and anger.

"Your head has been cut off and made into the decoration of your house. ”

"Your flesh has withered to ashes and become nourishment for the trees. ”

"Your skeleton has been carefully carved, creating the base of the palace. ”

The dragon flew straight down a wide street, a sea of fire beneath it. Before a few civilians who had escaped had time to rejoice, the red-gray dragon claws grabbed them firmly and flew to the top of the Longxiao Palace.

"What's wrong with the Dragon's Language?Nu Minerius, what about your sturdy minions?What about your proud eyes?Is it as strong as you, and you die at the hands of a group of slaves!?"

Its claws tightened, and the plasma splattered like a fountain in the screams, staining the dome covered in a thin layer of frost crimson!

"Answer me!" Answer me!" The dragon's wrath bombarded the palace with its spitting eyes, and in this incomparable force, a small half of the Longxiao Palace was swept away! Fragments disintegrated in the air, and the burning wood and stone structure fell like a meteor shower.

For the first time in a thousand years, the throne of Longxiao Palace was exposed to the sun. It was accompanied by a large dragon head embedded in the wall at the top of the throne.

If anyone could look at it up close, he would see that the dragon's head was ninety percent similar to Minimenil.

The dragon stared at it, silent for a long time.

"[Dragon], I will soon free you from this cage. It then spiraled upwards and flew straight above the Longxiao Palace. From there, the entire palace can be presented to the fullest extent in front of his eyes.

Subsequently. There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.

"FusRoDah——!!!! Unrelieved Strength"

Thousands of feet of air distorted under the gaze! A cloud of chaotic air the size of a house rushed down from the dragon's mouth and slammed straight into the snowy ridge in the middle!

'Boom!rumble——————'

If there was Dan Mo who had witnessed the eruption of the Red Mountain here at this moment, then he would think that history had repeated itself here!

The ridges of the mountains shook, and thousands of rough earth were born! Countless buildings were torn apart by the violent geological changes at this moment! At least hundreds of shivering refugees hiding in their homes were swallowed up by the huge mouth that suddenly appeared at their feet, and then crushed into pulp by further stratigraphic activity!

This kind of power, just three more times. The entire city of snow will no longer exist.

As long as Minimenil can have time to use it three more times.

"Hey, stupid dragon!" a shrill voice disturbed Minimenil's mood. Immediately, a slight tingle was felt in the tips of its claws. He then bowed his head, and a pitch-black arrow that was the equivalent of a dragon's wooden thorn was pierced into Minimenil's claws.

Ebony arrows. Precious high-quality goods. In the hands of a high-level archer like Irelis, the scales used to pierce the dragon are enough. It is also steeped in potent venom.

It's a pity that the arrow is too small. And mortal poison makes no sense to dragons.

But it was enough to provoke the wrath of Minimunil, and its massive golden pupils contracted, and the figure of a dark elf who was rapidly fleeing was immediately locked onto it.

The cost of angering a dragon is far greater than angering a lord. In the blink of an eye, three blocks were enveloped in flames. The blood of the innocent evaporated before it could reach the ground, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt meat.

But the dark elves were surprisingly calm, and thousands of souls seemed to her as if they were not worth mentioning. Her movements were nimble, and more than once she dodged the deadly breath by a fraction of a second. Although this has nothing to do with the high-level enchanted armor on her body, the equipment is undoubtedly part of the strength.

Her quiver contained thirteen ebony arrows, nine of which had now been used. Six of them saved her life, and the other three deepened the dragon's hatred for her.

It's a simple trick to lure enemies, and dragons and elves know this very well.

It's just that one side has the confidence to face a trap and ambush head-on, while the other side firmly believes that the former will have such pride.

Finally, in a narrow area that looked like it had been specially chosen, the dark elves stopped. And the dragon's body also fell steadily.

"Elf, you still have five breaths to go. Minimenil's voice rolled like thunder, and the eyes in his throat were ready to pour into any corner.

As he expected, several heavily armored warriors stepped out of the hidden corner. Faintly surrounded Minimenil.

They are all the members of the Brotherhood Ring now in Snowman. Each of them has the ability to annihilate an army on their own.

But that's not enough.

Except for Vijes, the bodies of each warrior were rapidly expanding, and in the blink of an eye, they became werewolves wrapped in heavy armor!

They are at least two heads taller than the average werewolf, and are veritable werewolf lords.

This power is already considered a top-level existence among mortals. But for dragons, it's not enough!

The "YolToorShul——!" pillar of flame erupted in the fifth breath, completely annihilating Ireles' body, but Minimenil immediately judged that it was an illusion that had hit. It then twisted its neck and rained dragon fire on the other warriors.

Only one person was swept away by the pillar of fire, and the fiery power quickly wiped out most of his combat power, while the others took advantage of it and swung their sharp claws towards the dragon's body!

"That's what you rely on?"

The vast majority of its claw blows were forcibly taken by it with its sturdy dragon scales, and as long as it protected its eyes, no one could hurt it. Occasionally, one or two cold arrows shot from a corner would affect it, but it was the only thing that kept Minimenil focused.

He simply stretched his wings, and the mighty werewolf warrior was forced back. The claws that can tear the steel apart with all their strength can also make a shallow mark on the dragon scales. They let out an uneasy roar, but it was pointless.

If this kind of fighting continues, it may be able to distract Minimenil. Sadly, she knew from the beginning that Vijes was holding an ebony sword—the only sword that could hurt her.

Although it is well camouflaged, it is not visible at all from the surface. But the sword had drunk the dragon's blood centuries ago. And even if the taste of this blood is weak, it is within the range of Minimenil's perception!

The steel tower-like tail swept fiercely, hitting the self-disguised Wei Jiesi! She only had time to let out a muffled snort, and her body pierced through more than a dozen walls and slammed miserably into the wall!

"GaanLahHaas——! [Mortal Weakening]"

At that moment, all of Wei Jiesi's body, stamina, and mental strength were squeezed out!

She didn't have the strength to face the dragon's breath that followed.

As if frightened by the dragon, the other werewolf warriors fled into the narrow alleyways and disappeared.

What a disappointment. Minimenil thought of it, and once again it flared its wings and prepared to take off.

Meanwhile, on a makeshift altar about a mile away, Farenga unfurled the spell scroll that Nemo had left behind.