For Agathon, who had held the Book of Dragons for more than two centuries, he knew all too well the habits of these dragons, especially the self-proclaimed righteous and kind metal dragons.

Because when dealing with the five-colored dragon, you may have to play some small conspiracy with them, and meet some cautious ones, and the one that slips is really fast:

Swallow the treasure, kick your legs, and there will be no shadow.

Dealing with metal dragons is much simpler, as long as you are not afraid of their solidarity and blacklist in the metal dragon circle, kindness itself is the best target.

Therefore, he didn't need to ask more of Arabeth at all, as long as he acted as her hole card when she hesitated and retreated, then the other party would open up everything to push the battle line to the deepest part of Kalidil, the court of Kendik, until it was occupied.

In the face of this kind of rebellious decisive, you often only need to give a little help at a critical moment, and the other party will show unprecedented madness, which will surprise you.

This was the case with Samast back then, and the same was true for Akerim later, compared to these two masterpieces of this life, this 'older female mage' is just a tool man who came with his hunting accident, and there is no need or need to invest too much energy, anyway, after achieving the goal, the other party's life and death have nothing to do with him.

And the daughter of the Marquis, who was born in Miraba, did not live up to his expectations, and in the face of the imminent victory, she immediately pressed all her descendants, urging the Luskan soldiers who had no way to retreat to continue to attack, attack, and attack again towards the court of Kendik.

For a time, the whole of Kalidil was plunged into the most brutal and bloody street fighting, and there were fighting and howling everywhere.

But Acason is still not satisfied with this speed, as a protagonist who has just engaged in a wave of big events, he is very conscious of being a villain in the broad scope of the main material world, and he also knows that once he encounters a possible blow of justice, the god of strife who has achieved his goal will never pay attention to his call for help.

So... It has to be fast.

As a result, most of the books he spread out were windless, and those figures that had been revealed in the battlefield of trials instantly turned into shadow souls that soared into the sky.

For a while, the sky was full of the undead dragon's "whoop~whoo" kind of leaky voice.

Under this sudden and fierce sense of war oppression, Nemer, who had just rushed into the sky above the royal capital and was about to go straight to the royal court to find Alicia, seemed to think of the rumor that woke him up, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he stopped in mid-air and shouted:

"Separate actions! Cover the evacuation of civilians in the direction of the royal court!"

Claw of the Coast: Roger!"

Flying wreak: "Okay big brother!"

Only the sunset flame, which is a prime-aged copper dragon, seems to be a little panicked:

"Hey, hey, hey, are you really sure you want to do that? It seems like there's something not going well! I think I heard the roar of the undead dragon just now! Bahamut is up there! What the hell is so ugly!"

He was barely halfway through his sentence when a dragon lich with only a skeleton left arched through the wooden buildings of half the street, glaring at the fire of the dead soul in the hollow eye sockets and roaring at him:

"Who's ugly you're talking about!

These dragon lich can almost only be reduced to cannon fodder against the beating when facing legendary mages like Kelburn and Iggy, and although they don't really die as long as they don't get hurt in the real-world life box, the irritability of the continued ravages still needs to be vented.

Although the sunset flame is panicked, his indecent nature makes him still complain to his companions with his life:

"Nemer! this skeleton is trying to smoke me with bad breath!

"Look for death!" roar !!"

A breath of negative energy like a banshee's scream swept out immediately.

How can the sunset flame, who is still only in the prime of life, have the courage to 'confront Boer', a dragon lich who is at least an elderly dragon or above, and soars into the sky like a frightened little rooster.

When they saw the streets swept by the breath of negative energy, the wooden structure decayed and collapsed rapidly, and the fleeing Furiers and the pursuing Luskan pirates aged and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, the whole dragon was stunned and muttered:

"No... What did I do... You wicked undead creature! I, Galadairos, will fight with you!"

The brass dragon immediately rushed into a rage as if the whole family had been sacrificed to the sky, and pounced on the dragon lich like a large copper mine.

On the spot, dozens of old and calcium-deficient loose bones of the other party were shattered, and the two tore each other and rolled into a ball, and for a while I don't know how many ancient buildings were flying, and how many people who were fighting were crushed to death.

"Oh! I knew I shouldn't have invited this idiot, and I even wondered if his chaotic brain hadn't woken up from his last dragon madness!"

Not far away, the youngest flying wreaking havoc Ferglas also fell in love with an adult undead dragon with no senses, but he turned into a human form and fought with the other party with his natural spells, and he also had time to despise the bronze dragon who was no different from the dragon mania.

"Seaclaw! go and support him! If this continues, we... I'm afraid it's hard to protect myself. Nemer, who was organizing the personnel thoroughly, commanded.

"No! I, Galadairos, have never succumbed to madness!!!

As he spoke, he thrust the dragon lich's head into the city gate with his stronger body as a primordial dragon, and then dragged the metal door to crush the dragon lich's bone head.

There was a loud bang, and the city gate seemed to be half collapsed by some behemoth, and the red bronze dragon flew into the city with the shattered dragon lich with a miserable scream, and then a giant dragon bone with a length of more than 100 feet poked out its claws.

It's like a dragon lich transformed from an ancient dragon.

"There's another big guy! What should I do? Brother Nemer!"

Nemmer didn't say a word, and flew straight out of the top and fought in a ball.

But as the battle continued, a fourth and fifth dragon lich soon appeared on the battlefield.

And these figures even faintly made Nemmer feel a little familiar, and couldn't help muttering:

"Could it be that Samast has been reborn? No, he had been wiped out at Hellgate Fort once more than thirty years ago, and even Silverwing doubted his authenticity. ”

Oh, yes... What to do...

He could already clearly feel that his group of dragons had fallen into a trap for some metal dragon against them.

With so many dragon lichs, if the other party released them together, even if he Nemmer was pedantic, he would first take rescuing the Kendic royal family as his first priority, but the other party chose to boil frogs in warm water, and increased the number of layers when they carried out support and cover operations in the city.

This made him feel like he was driving a leaky ship on the raging sea, and the more difficult it was to organize the evacuation of more and more civilians with the little strength he had to expend, the more difficult it was to go beyond his own code of conduct and give up the rescue directly.

And as time went on, as more and more dragon lich joined the fray, Nemmer felt powerlessness and an unspeakable despair.

'Do you really want to choose to abandon this place and evacuate desperately?'

In that case, he felt that he would live in the shadow of this war for the rest of his life.

"Brother Nemer!"

"Ahh

"Nemer!"

The voices of his companions also seemed to turn into a series of auditory hallucinations, and his brain, which had not yet fully woken up from the interrupted long sleep, felt a heavy tiredness again.

His eyelids gradually became heavy, as if a voice was telling him:

Sleep, sleep, there will be no killing in your dreams...

Alicia, I... A little tired...

But at this moment, there seemed to be a sudden roar in my ears like a cold winter wind roaring:

"Comrade Agarson! Isn't it a bit of an unexpected surprise and accident?

"HoHo Roaring !!"

With this roar of joy and coldness, it was like a cold dragon breath that was like a broken stream, as if it had cut open half of the city, ploughed through the outlying cities that had been occupied by the enemy, and then grazed the scales of Nemer in a millimeter, spraying straight into the face of the giant dragon lich, instantly becoming a bone dragon like stuck on the Ice Throne, and the undead fire in its eye sockets was full of confusion and embarrassment.

At the same time, the power of the breath seemed to have been controlled and calculated by some kind of sophisticated machine, and all the ice paths that were cut through did not escape on a large scale, and in many places even happened to build a crystal ice wall directly for the fleeing civilians and pursuers, and there were many Luskan people and even dragon lich lifelike faces in the ice wall, so that many pursuers behind them immediately showed frightened and frightened eyes.

The ultra-low temperature brought about by this terrible dragon's breath also changed the sky above the entire city, and the rain that had been falling turned into goose feathers and snow in an instant, making the Luskan people even have the illusion of returning to their hometown in the Sea of Ice Floes.

Taking advantage of the enemy's restraint, Nemmer spread his wings and kicked away from the other, then instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

He saw a silver dragon that was not inferior to him in physique, like a harsh winter monarch, fluttering the pair of crystal frost wings, bathed in white drifting snow, facing the cold north wind, and crashing down on the walls of the inner city of Kendik's royal court, roaring in the direction behind him:

"I know what's the matter with letting my sons who died early bully dragons! It's all old acquaintances, don't be so shy, do you want me to ask you out myself?"

At that moment, Nemmer even thought that he had seen the guardian dragon of the Northlands——— Diszedroton Silverwing.

It turned out to be wrong!

Silver Wing, the sissy who only knows dragon dressing as a woman all day long, has ever appeared so domineeringly.

It's just a line like a debt collection gang coming to the door to ask for debts and scolding the street... Well... It's a little bit dramatic.

Not only was Nemmer stunned, but even his three friends were stunned together, and then the same question as Nemmer appeared:

"Who is this...?"

And they soon found that it was not only the silver dragon that came, but also a red-haired girl in full costume sitting on one of his middle paws with her feet stuck in her hands, her hair, eyebrows, and even her eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, and her pretty face was slightly purple, shivering, as if she had frozen into quail.

With the incessant sound of breaking the air, figures landed on the top of some tall buildings in the city-state.

A... A sorcerer who manipulates psionic powers?

This was followed by the High Priest of Cowell.

Then two familiar figures flew from the eastern sea.

It is none other than the well-known president of the Xialan Chamber of Commerce in Northland Water City, Sharan Vilos, and the masked lord Kelben Aurosan!

Seeing this, Nemmer finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time was inexplicably a little scared.

He rejoiced that justice was about to be proclaimed, and that the city of Calidir was finally saved.

He could feel that he was only a little bit close, and he was likely to choose to turn his back on his goals and ideas, and choose to flee with the dragons.

And by then, they have already consumed most of their strength, will they be able to escape from this mastermind behind the control of many dragon lichs?

And if it's really the one he guessed was behind it...

Aren't they going to be made into dragon lichs with four metal dragons!

Ah, what a terrible and tragic end.

Praise Bahamut!

Not... I have to thank this sudden appearance of the silver dragon warrior, and I must make friends later.

And just when Nemmer was full of befriending the strong brother and silver dragon, there was finally a response from the city-state.

"Tsk... It seems that I still overestimated that Chaos Demon Dog after all, was it so easily solved...

"But do you really think you're outnumbered?

"And back then, on my own, could I so easily replace Samast and become the new leader of the Worship Dragon Cult?

"Dogosus, why don't you come out to say hello to your juniors?"

Seeing the feet of Agarthon, who was dressed in black robes, suddenly broke open, and then a dragon lich that was far larger than all the previous bone dragons was summoned, and he was quite dissatisfied:

"Oh, Agarthon, I knew it was no good to answer your call, but don't come unharmed, Kelburn. ”

"Hehe, it's good for you to admit that it was your handiwork back then, and it's just a matter of solving it together. Anger gathered in the corners of Kelburn's eyes.

While the two 'friends' greeted each other politely, Levi said to Nemer, whose scales were about to stand up:

"This bronze dragon brother, the defense work on the royal court's side will be handed over to you. ”

Nemmer swallowed.

At the same time, my heart couldn't help but tremble.

Already an ancient black dragon before becoming a dragon lich, Somast was one of Samast's most successful and powerful creations of the year!

It's been more than 200 years, and it's here!

But he still chose to trust the other party, and retreated to the royal court with a few companions who were also glazed eyes, spitting out the breath of protective creatures, forming a rudimentary barrier.

Before Kyleburn, who was on the side, was about to turn into Master Zuan, Levi suddenly snapped his fingers and said to Agason:

"Since it's a new hatred and an old hatred, there's nothing to say, but what you said earlier is indeed true, we metal dragons, that is, dragons, are many powerful people, especially when I learned that you are here halfway, but it made me happy for a while, Mr. Agarson.

"Since you want to be more than a dragon, then today, let you see what it means to be a dragon!

"Sister Veramarandis, Brother Diszedrroton, Mr. Eldanser, Miss Grantiel, Mr. Mararagas, Mr. Paralandas!

"I've found the dragon dealer behind the scenes!

"That's him!"

"Roar!!

"Roar!!

"Roar!!

As a portal opened behind Levi, the families of the dragon victims of the Northland gathered here and let out a terrible roar at the stiff-faced Agarson and the completely bewildered Dogosos.

I was stunned to get all the metal dragons, and even the gem dragons who don't ask about the world on weekdays came to join in the fun.