"Boom ——!!!!"

With a loud roar of thunder, dragon flames mixed with the power of the void struck at the crimson dragon Grum—gray-blue "pillars of light" swept across the snow-white battlefield, turning thousands of rotting corpses into ashes.

The power of the void and the dragon flame... Two forces that should have been diametrically opposed, the opposition between the material and the spiritual... Now it is so "perfectly" fused on the corpse of a giant dragon.

The creature at the top of the material world is reborn after death by the power of the void - I have to say, this is simply full of irony.

The dodged-eyed crimson dragon spread its wings and let out a roar of shame, but a pair of amber dragon eyes revealed an indescribable solemnity.

It's getting faster.

This one... The "monster" that took possession of the remains of his dead compatriots is faster than it seems to have just been!

Just now, it was barely able to keep up with its own speed, and it was almost diswinged by itself a few times, but now it can threaten itself with its strange "dragon flame".

The undisguised movements, the rampage, the mechanical puppets in armor... Gradually, he began to imitate his own movements, moves, and even every dodge.

It's like... Learn the same!

The only thing that remains unchanged is to keep following him from beginning to end, desperately slaughtering himself, rather than risk being killed than leave a wound on himself.

This made Grum extremely angry, but also extremely frightened - as a dragon, he had hardly encountered any opponents of the "same level" except for his own kind, and even the battles between his clans were mainly "games", and there had never been such a life-and-death fight.

Syllable!

The sharp bone claws grabbed the crimson dragon's tail, and with a sharp force, Grum was pulled hard, and the crimson figure roared and fell rapidly.

A terrified Grum immediately spread his wings, desperately slowing his fall, and the roaring skeleton dragon suddenly stopped, then swooped down on him frantically.

Bang——!

One red and one white, two huge figures collided in the air, and there was a sound like thunder, and the falling Grum almost desperately dragged the bone dragon into his arms;

His hind paws gripped its knees, one of its front paws grabbed the "neck" of the bone dragon, and the other simply stabbed into the bone-only chest!

On the line of life and death, Groom had fought with all his might, and the keel, stronger than steel, twisted and deformed in his low roar, scattering like gravel from the air on the snowy earth.

Bang——!

There was another muffled sound, and the "ribs" of the bone dragon were completely shattered, and there was almost nothing left of the exposed "chest".

Perhaps it was because the pain could be felt after death, the torn bone dragon was also struggling desperately, the neck of the Grum was constantly choked with a "crisp" sound, and the blood basin opened violently, but it was never able to aim at the crimson figure.

Clutching the skeletal dragon's neck, Grum's limbs kicked hard with all his might, one red and one white parting suddenly.

And then......

"Boom ————!!!!"

The golden-red and gray-blue pillars of fire collided in the air, like dazzling fireworks, and they exploded one after another, lighting up the entire lead-gray and dull dome.

"Boom ————!!!!!"

The two beasts let out a deafening roar almost simultaneously and rushed straight into the air with the flames that had not yet dissipated, and the flames engulfed them all.

Only for a moment!

Both sides collided into each other's "arms" at the same time, and the sharp claws of the limbs stabbed into each other's torsos at the same time.

Even at an altitude of nearly 100 meters, the defenders of the Valley of Bloody Bones could still clearly feel the terrifying murderous aura emitted by the two desolate giant beasts.

"I can't hit it!"

In the Horn Fort Floating City, the little wizard with a pale face stood behind the "Bright Light Sword", gritting his teeth and staring at the two figures flying up and down, his mood was extremely restless.

The two figures, one red and one white, can only stay in the scope for almost a moment, not even an afterimage; even if they complete the aiming and locking at that moment, the next moment the two figures will stagger together, making all the movements just now useless.

If it was against a target on the ground, she could be more confident at a distance of almost two kilometers, but against a moving object at the same height, especially if the enemy and the enemy were so close together......

At such a speed, even a small wizard would not dare to aim easily - the power of the Bright Light Sword was adjusted by Isaac himself, and it was a weapon that was convenient for emphasizing power.

One... Even a giant dragon, a desolate beast that is extremely resistant to the power of the void, can definitely inflict heavy damage!

Because of this, Ain didn't dare to do it easily!

"Don't be nervous!"

Dalton Khand, who has always been concise and to the point, is still the calmest person in the Floating City, and makes a judgment in the shortest time: "Temporarily abandon the launch of the Lightsaber, all wizards... Do a good job of defending the Floating City!"

"Mentor Dalton......"

"This is an order!" Facing Ain, who still refused to give up, Dalton was unceremoniously: "My order, Ain Rand, immediately go to the lower floor to rest and wait for the summons!"

When the words fell, the surrounding alchemists and wizards didn't know whether they were relieved or just as helpless, they all sighed and turned around and left their posts, and the little wizard who was left alone could only grit his teeth and had to let go of the transmitter in his hand.

After all... She can't use the "Light Sword" on her own.

Five minutes later, the Floating City stopped hovering and entered a marching state, slowly accelerating its retreat to the high ground behind the Valley of Bloodbones, and at the same time sent a message with military trumpets and battle flags, ordering the defensive positions on the valley heights on both wings to prepare to meet the cavalry and resist the massive invasion of the rotting corpses.

Standing on one side, Harlem Van Ashamai was busy with the work in his hands, while quietly watching Dalton methodically directing the wizards and craftsmen, constantly issuing one command after another, as clear and unambiguous as painting a painting.

When he was all done, the smiling Ashamai slowly stepped forward: "I finally understand... Why would that old smoker from Freiswalker think of you as the heir to the Freiswalker School? ”

"Calm, sensible, decisive... It is a great asset for a seeker of truth, and even more so for a shaman. ”

"Wizard?"

Dalton shook his head: "These things... I didn't learn it in the Wizard's Tower. ”

"Oh, where is that?"

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, the appearance of a one-armed night watchman immediately came to Dalton's mind, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch slightly.

Ashamai didn't ask any more questions, and together with Dalton, he turned his gaze to the two desolate beasts that were still wrestling together in the air.

On one side are desperate, even tattered bone dragons, and on the other hand, scarred and furious crimson dragons—as if no one else is around, fighting each other on the battlefield.

Haringvan Ashamai's eyes darkened.

In Loren's established tactics, of course, it is impossible not to guess that the enemy will also have a huge monster - since it is a monster invasion, it is not surprising that even if there is an evil god puppet.

But everyone never expected that the other party would directly wake up the corpse of a dead dragon!

On the one hand, this naturally contained the most powerful combat power of the defenders of the Valley of Blood, and on the other hand, it also made this battle very passive - because without the cover of the dragon, the sparse defenders had to directly face dozens of times their own enemies, and possibly even endless!

In the battles between empires and monster armies, dragons have never been lacking, but dragons are rarely regarded as the key factor in defeating evil gods and monsters.

On the one hand, of course, the historians and painters "consciously or unconsciously" emphasized the existence of the emperor and certain heroes, and proclaimed that this was the glory of the imperial people, and on the other hand, it also exposed a very real problem - without the dragon, those glorious victories might not have been possible to talk about at all.

No matter how impenetrable the "black wall" is, no matter how indestructible the "wall charge", no matter how terrible the "arrows rain"... When your enemies are endless, these seemingly powerful forces all seem so pale.

An empire without dragons can also win with courage, but it is destined to be a crushing victory.

It's really... It couldn't be worse.

"Boom ————!!!!"

With a loud sound that shook the sky, gray-blue "dragon flames" grazed Grum's lower abdomen, and the blood-red dragon scales immediately turned charcoal-like black.

The roaring dragon let out a mournful roar and spread its wings to pounce on the skeletal dragon once again, unable to respond except to kill, his anger causing his figure to lose all the grace it had been, leaving an afterimage in the air.

The bone dragon didn't seem to notice at all, its body almost being torn apart by the enraged Grum, and its wings still flared as it pounced on the crimson dragon that had opened its bloody jaws.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

Another explosion swelled, and the golden-red flames that swelled into spheres completely engulfed the bone dragon.

But only for the next second......

Bang——!

The fireball was torn apart! A pitch-black shadow roared out of the flames, mixed with the light of the fire that had not completely dissipated.

Long Yan... Stained the pale bone dragon black.

The two roaring beasts had no intention of dodging, and pounced on each other again.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The sound of the collision was like thunder.

All the wizards and craftsmen in the entire floating city were all quiet, and even the work in their hands was involuntarily put down, and all their eyes were staring at every move of the fierce beasts in the sky, for fear of missing something.

The floating city in the sky slowly stopped.

"Don't you think it's ironic?"

Haringvan Ashamai, who suddenly spoke on his side, made Dalton can't help but look sideways.

"It's a battle between the Empire and the future of humanity, but most of your hopes are pinned on the dragon. Ashamai smiled, not knowing whether to mock or laugh at himself:

"And most importantly, the other dragon is fighting against us... Monster invasion, simply change the name to 'Dragon War'. ”

Listening to Ashamay's unceremonious words, the corners of Dalton's mouth moved slightly.

"It's true that this war would have changed dramatically without the dragons, and maybe even lead to a crushing defeat for us, but ......"

Dalton said calmly: "It is still humans who dominate the battlefield war... It's us—not the dragons who unite us and make us armies here to fight monsters and gods, not for the dragons, but for ourselves, willingly determined to fight the enemy to the death. ”

"It's us who are in charge of it all, it's... Loren Turin, that's the most important thing, and that alone makes this war no different from the countless monster invasions of the past. ”

"But... It's very different!"

Dalton Kander's impassioned statement made Haring's Van Ashamai's expression a little strange.

"You mean... Do you really believe in your apprentice, Loren Turin... Can he become the second black duke after Roland Turin?"

Dalton paused slightly, and shook his head.

"He won't, I've known him to many people, including you, Loren Turin couldn't be like that, he's a wizard, not a knight, not a hero, not a man of instinct and emotion;"

"He ......" Dalton suddenly hesitated, and then said in a very firm voice:

"It's a wizard. ”

"Boom ——————!!!!"

Another roar of a fiery explosion shook the dome.

Most of the scales on Grum's chest, which had choked the skeletal dragon's neck, had turned to ashes, and his soft underbelly was completely exposed to the cold wind.

But he doesn't care... The bones dragon's wings had been torn apart, its tail and hind limbs had been torn off, leaving only a head and most of its body in the air.

Injured wings, broken right forelimbs, broken teeth and bruised eyes... It doesn't matter, even the bleeding wounds and crumbling scales.

Because of you—you monster who desecrated the remains of my people... Dead!

"Boom ——!"

The dragon flames gushed out, and the flames continued to explode around the bone dragon, and the bones that had already turned charred black directly burst into flames, burning wantonly.

But Grum still didn't let it go, still spitting dragon flames incessantly—even if his claws were wrapped in flames, showing no signs of letting go.

It was a quarter of an hour before the flames finally dissipated.

The crimson dragon's right claw had completely turned into a scorched black color, and the Skeleton Valley Dragon, which was clawed by that claw, could not see its original appearance at all, and the gray-blue flames in its eyes had completely dissipated.

In just a moment, its body began to dissipate—like burnt charcoal, little by little, disintegrating, slipping, and drifting away.

In the end, only the dust scattered in the sky remained, flying wantonly in the cold wind, drifting... Disappeared without a trace.

As if it never existed, leaving no trace.

Beneath the dome was the crimson dragon, wings outstretched, and roared angrily and pathetic at the lead-gray sky.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

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