Quintus finished preparing for the spell, and his oversized body doubled under the effect of the "Giant Transformation Technique", like a bronze hill, and Roland looked extremely thin on his back. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info This body size ratio is obviously not suitable for charging with a gun, Roland slapped the ruby skeleton on his chest with his backhand, and the artifact "Black King Armor" of Vijees stimulated "righteousness like a rainbow", doubling his size, and the magic spear in his hand also doubled in size with the synchronization of his size, like a dark and thick roof beam.

"Let's go!" With his legs between the dragon's back, Roland rode Quintus straight to the opposite ship.

By this time, the Gyrsyankes had killed all the warrior monks guarding the battleship, and were planning to invade the bridge and living deck separately. A dragon roared in the air, and the terrifying dragon power oppressed over it, and most of the Gisyankee warriors were shocked and turned their heads in fear.

Bang! The bronze dragon slammed into the deck like a meteorite, the bow could not withstand the sudden pressure and suddenly sank, and the stern was tilted upwards at a thirty-degree angle, and the Gisyankee pirates who were cleaning the battlefield and looting loot fell unexpectedly, rolling along the sloping deck.

Quintus took a deep breath, his belly slightly bulging, plasma surging deep in his throat, and opened his mouth to spew dragon breath into the densest part of the crowd.

Spit fusion!

Spit through!

The two super spitting specialties were activated at the same time, and the dragon holy warrior of Paradise Island fused the two dragon breaths into a brilliant electric light, and the high-voltage arc directly split the still overwhelmed Kisyanki warrior on the opposite side into charcoal, and the lightning penetrated his astral armor and bombarded backwards, and the enemies on the deck were like a string of sugar gourds that were interlocked by electricity, and they fell down and died one after another. The nearby Kisyankee warriors who were not directly hit by the lightning were not spared, and their courage was destroyed by the "repulsive dragon breath" escaping from the lightning, and they dropped their weapons and fled like flies.

"Rush over!" Roland swung his spear, his strong arm muscles stretched.

Quintus retracted his wings and galloped, his heavy body making a row of footprints on the deck, rapidly extending forward.

God-given power!

Fearless ambush!

Lion's Charge!

Whirlwind Combo!

The pitch-black magic spear fluttered in Roland's palm, like a tyrannical poisonous python setting off a bloody rain, and all the Gisyankees who were bitten by the poisonous python were killed on the spot.

The bronze dragon ran wildly, as if the steamroller was unstoppably crushing over the deck, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed from bow to stern. A Gizyanki warrior tries to escape from the terrifying Shura Field with the "Arbitrary Gate", but this is not an astral plane, and it will take him at least three seconds to prepare for the spell.

Swish! The black rifle struck through the air, piercing his throat before he could escape.

The Gyankee warrior's face suddenly turned pale, as if all his blood had been sucked dry by the magic spear, and he staggered back with his hands on his throat. Quintus roared and rushed forward, slapping him into meatloaf and stopping the momentum in front of the stern bridge.

Roland glanced back at the path of the charge, the deck was littered with bloody corpses, and a few wounded Kisyankees were struggling and groaning.

"Quintus, let's turn around and rush back, and all those who can still breathe will be trampled to death!" For the Giesyankees, Roland has no good feelings, and he will not be soft when he can kill.

"Just what I want!" Quintus is also an extremely aggressive fellow, and he is so relieved to slaughter evil creatures that he turns his head and charges again. Roland rode on the back of the dragon and stabbed all the remaining Kisyanki warriors on the deck, and as he passed by the bridge, he fired a shot to open the closed hatch, and Quintus spewed out a breath of lightning dragon breath at the right time, and screamed in a roar.

Several gizyankes, scorched by the electricity, staggered out of the hatch and fell at the dragon's feet. Immediately after, a yin wind blew out, and Quintus couldn't help but shiver.

"Mr. Roland, there are undead in the cabin!"

Roland looked sideways with a gun, and several hazy black shadows floated out in the yin wind, and the strong negative energy was biting and cold, but fortunately, he and Quintus had blessed the "anti-death enchantment" in advance, but they were not afraid that these ghosts would pounce on them and hug the "caress".

Quintus erupted another wave of lightning dragon breath, and several ghosts disappeared in the thunderclap, but some ghosts were untouched by the lightning.

"These virtual ghosts are not easy to deal with." Quintus' face was solemn.

At this moment, another wind blew in the cabin, and a group of bats flew out.

"Huh? How could there be such a lowly creature as a bat mixed in with the ghost......" Quintus muttered. Before he could finish speaking, the bats landed on the deck together, turning into human form, all with pale skin and gloomy faces, but their lips were scarlet and piercing, and they were dressed in pitch-black cloaks, like a dark cloud falling from the sky, and raised their hands to blast fireballs, poisonous clouds, and ice picks at Quintus.

Quintus was taken aback, and hurriedly flapped his wings into the air to dodge the spell bombardment: "What the! There's a bunch of vampire warlocks hidden in the cabin! ”

Roland couldn't help laughing: "Yes, it's really a 'ghost', isn't it ghosts and vampires, don't be cowardly, rush up and destroy them!" ”

"It's just a ghost, a group of vampire warlocks...... Wouldn't that be too risky? Quintus hesitated for a moment, then put aside his worries and dived down. He knew that Roland was not a reckless person, and since he had decided to go head-on, he had a good chance of winning.

The vampires on deck all sneered sarcastically as they saw the dragon rush down. Dragons are sacrosanct in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of their high-level bloods, they are nothing more than stupid lizards, dragon power or something, it has no effect on undead creatures at all, as for the bronze dragon's proud lightning dragon breath...... Not to mention that the vampire has the talent of resisting electric shock damage, and before leaving the cabin, they also blessed the "protective lightning" in advance, and they didn't care about Quintus's killer weapon at all, and each played a spell casting gesture, ready to give the reckless dragon a head-on attack.

Vampires are smart, but smart is mistaken for smart. Their attention was drawn to the dragon Quintus, but they ignored the young man on the dragon's back.

Roland understood the weakness of the vampire as a high-level undead creature better than Quintus, and with a flick of his wrist, he put away his riding spear and pulled out the legendary Yang Yan Sword with his backhand. He had always only regarded this heavy sword as a substitute for Durandal, but at this moment, in the face of a large group of vampires, the legendary Yang Yan Sword has truly gained the stage to shine, and it will exert a huge power that Durandal can't reach!

The moment the legendary heavy sword was unsheathed, the group of vampires on the opposite side immediately sensed it, and they all showed horror on their faces, and hurriedly stopped casting spells and turned into bats or blood mist in an attempt to hide back in the cabin. However, it was too late, Roland waved his sword, and the "Daylight Technique" inspired blazing brilliance, as if the scorching sun was in the sky, and hundreds of millions of lightsabers were sprinkled into the starry sky.