Chapter 22: The Fall of the Dragons (Table)

When Arthur galloped on the Iron Horseman, and was about to return to the base of the Northern Knights, it was already evening.

"What's going on?" asked Bediville in the back seat.

The knight looked from afar, and saw smoke rising from the base: a Viking fleet of at least sixty ships was violently bombarding the base of the Northern Knights, and the two sides were inseparable. The blue-white light bullets fired from the main guns of the base pierced the sky one by one, intertwining a gorgeous fire network with the crimson light bullets on the Viking warship.

"Vikings?" Arthur frowned in confusion as he slammed on the Iron Rider's pedals, spping up the Iron Rider's speed by a gear, "It's weird, it's only been a little over a week since the last attack. The last time they had already defeated the Vikings, they were greatly damaged, and Weishenme had organized such a large fleet so quickly?" "Well, they are rich?" asked Bediwell, puzzled.

The werewolf boy was very curious about how the Northern Heavenly Knights won last time, this number of fleets can make the Knights suffer a lot, but the battle of Weishenme a week ago did not leave too many traces of battle for the castle?

"Rich?—— hehe, the Vikings are the same as the Hungarians, they are out-and-out poor eggs. If you're rich, you don't have to be a pirate to rob everywhere. The biggest problem is that the Vikings are nested in Iceland, where there are almost no light stone deposits. All machines powered by photonic mirrors, including spaceships, could not be built by the Vikings themselves, and had to be looted. (*Note: Lightstone: A tungsten-tungsten alloy mixed in a fixed proportion.) After refining is energized, it can absorb free photons in the environment and reflect them at a fixed angle, which is the basis of all photon-related systems such as light blades, light cannons, and photon engines. Because the mixing ratio of the alloy is accurate to 1/10,000,000, human beings cannot rely on their own jishu to accurately control the mixing and melting of tungsten alloy, and all light stone can only be obtained by mining. "So, with such a large fleet, the only possibility is that there is something else shili funding them?" Bediwell grabbed Arthur, ready to withstand the onslaught.

"Probably. (pounds!)—" Arthur's iron horse landed on the deck of the ship in a hail of bullets, "It looks like it's time to stay alive for interrogation." He quickly jumped off the iron horse and swung his sword to finish off the Vikings who rushed up.

A burst of light bullets struck like a storm, and Arthur hurriedly pushed Bedwell to the ground, "You don't have any armor, it's too dangerous here, find a place to hide so as not to be killed by stray bullets!" "Is there nothing I can do?" the werewolf boy shouted.

"One thing: protect the Iron Rider and wait for me to come back!" Arthur shouted, drawing his lightsaber and rushing forward, battling the swarming Vikings.

After a few turns, the ship's Vikings were cleaned up.

Arthur gasped and looked back at the Viking corpses scattered all over the place. He was careless and forgot to leave his mouth alive

"Is it still not enough physical strength to cope with a long battle? He muttered to himself, "Looks like it needs to cut back on some extra movements." "I always felt that there was something strange about these Vikings, the knife didn't feel like it was cutting into the flesh, and the speed and angle of the blood splashing were not right. It's like chopping the carrion of a dead body.

Suddenly, green smoke began to rise from the corpses on the deck.

"Poison mist, damn it, it's a trap?" the young knight quickly covered his nose.

In the darkness, a sinister voice said, "Hahahahaha, really completely tricked, how stupid is a creature like a knight?" Out of the poisonous mist came the figure of a woman, a woman in a black velvet robe, wearing a terrifying skull mask. The terrifying snake tail that can't be hidden under the robe is curling into a ball with a tail instead of a foot.

Arthur instantly recognized the cursed creature: "Damn Succubus!", these ancient, epic creatures that are half human, half snake, are said to have existed long before humans existed. They are able to manipulate corpses by injecting their own intrinsic photons into them. Succubi are also often hated by humans by titles such as "Necromancer", "Black Witch", and "Necrophil". Regardless of the nature of succubi, since humans fear death, it is natural to fear succubi, who can manipulate death. They're probably one of the worst rated races of epic creatures.

The Dark Witch looked at the knight, and a wicked sneer appeared on her pale face: "Oh, you know very well, knight! Since you know our existence, then you should also know very well that resistance is pointless! No one can defeat death! Surrender quickly, maybe I will be merciful and make you my emerald knight." At that time, you will get a liliang that truly transcends death. "And then become your puppet and be your lackey forever, right?" Arthur shouted disdainfully, raising his lightsaber, "Don't be delusional, Witch!" The green light from the blade shone on the Dark Witch's face, only making the succubus's smile even more terrifying: "Ha, what a cute child—people want you more and more." If you don't want to, I'll come back to resurrect you when you die. When you were hacked to death and brought back to life, don't blame me for missing an arm or a bone!" The corpses of these dead Vikings were driven by the magic of succubi, like a puppet that would dance and kill, never to die.

The green poisonous mist on the periphery continued to spread, the dense parts of the smoke permeated with an evil purple-black, and the less dense parts were eeriely pale green. This terrifying poisonous fog not only drains people from their physical strength, but also makes it impossible to distinguish the ambush of the necromantic warriors. The poisonous fog encircles Arthur and this group of necromantic warriors, constantly reducing Arthur's space to move, making the battle situation more and more unfavorable over time!

"It seems that it can only be solved quickly. Arthur lunged forward with a few swords, chopping off the hands and feet of several necromantic warriors, incapacitating them.

"It's useless!" the succubus laughed. Driven by some powerful magic, the fallen necromancers regained their limbs and crawled up as if nothing had happened. They are long dead, so they are absolutely unkillable. It's not surprising that wounds can regenerate and severed limbs can be quickly reconnected, right?

"You're cheating, aren't you?" exclaimed Arthur in displeasure.