Flames poured out of what resembled a summoning scroll or flag, heading straight for the sky. The ferocity of the flames was far beyond my imagination, and the three entwined flames spun and flew into the air, flying slightly higher than the opposing battleship and exploding, turning into brilliant fireworks.

"Roar hahaha......"

The summoning item in my hand was gone, and the voice of a cheerful, kind old man appeared in my ears, or in the ears of everyone within a few kilometers.

The hearty laughter seemed to come from heaven, but the source was unknown. When I looked up, I saw the fireworks in the sky on Christmas night, which was very colorful and pleasant.

Subic's army was naturally attracted by the sight, but they also didn't know what the fireworks were about, let alone where the sound came from. Fireworks were still a novelty to the Subicks, having only appeared at palace banquets in recent years, and for those who were elite but still belonging to the lower ranks, these fireworks were beautiful but only reminded them of the enemy's muskets and the tongues of fire erupting from their cannons in battle.

As for the Subico officers and generals on the battleship, they are no strangers to fireworks, and the Leon Empire has indeed sent some before, although they have only used them once in the celebration ceremony, and they also hide the mystery of the gunpowder in it, so that the kingdom can only be jealous.

But to their surprise, the fireworks are beautiful but not aggressive. But after so many battles, they don't believe that each other is just for celebration and beauty. The strange voice also reminded them that there must be something wrong with this.

The hearty laughter lasted for about a minute along with the brilliant fireworks, and by this time Subic's soldiers were all on alert, clenching their weapons in their hands, and nervously looking at the distant enemy positions and the sky with fireworks. The guns on the battleship began to charge, and they suspected that this was probably some trick before the enemy attacked, and they did not dare to take these southern rebels lightly, and they did not know when something inexplicable would appear.

Soon, as the fireworks and laughter began to dissipate, a huge rift appeared in the airspace where the flames had just bloomed, and the rift tore not a specific substance, but space-time itself. However, what puzzled the magician was that even though this spatial rift was so huge, the surrounding space was so stable that there was no sign of collapse at all.

But what happened next shocked the soldiers of the kingdom even more, and fear also rose from their hearts.

It was a dragon, a giant dragon in full adulthood!

Although the old man's laughter was so kind, the first thing that came out of this rift was a strange little thing, which was full of flames, like a fat hound. But then the chubby little creature was the head of a dragon, its sharp teeth, its breath so hot that it condensed into flames, and the terrible eyes and eyes that showed the world who they were. They're dragons!

"Damn! How could it be...''

Nock's fist slammed into the wall of the cabin, and the solid wood wall broke and bent under the force of the punch. And Seon Horner also had a solemn expression, his fingers tapping slowly on the table.

The first dragon sprang out of the crack, spreading its massive wings behind it, obscuring the sky like a dark cloud. And at that moment, the wave of qi that was set off was heading straight towards the Kingdom Army on the ground, and the violent wind element directly lifted a few soldiers who did not stand firm into the sky.

And this was not the end, after the first dragon flew out of the crack, the head of the second dragon immediately followed, and he brought with him a terrifying breath of flames, and under a mouthful of flames, more than thirty kingdom warriors in heavy armor died under this dragon flame. And for the behemoth in the sky, it's just a sneeze.

Then the appearance of the third and fourth dragons completely shattered the courage of the kingdom's warriors who had so hard to gather, and they were as weak as ants under the four dragons that almost filled the sky in front of them.

The soldiers retreated, although they were the elite of the troops, the remaining good warriors of the various legions, but if they had to face the two thousand of them against four dragons of absolute maturity and strength, they would only be sent to their deaths.

Even if they are as brave as a barbarian and fearless as a skeleton, they will find a place to hide under the bombardment of unreachable warships, and run around like headless flies. For these soldiers, who also cherish their lives as much as normal people, they dare to rush at those who are much stronger than themselves, but it does not mean that they will be sent to death under the dragon's breath. There are many rumors about dragons, but none of them underestimate their power. In front of this terrifying beast that can destroy a human legion with one one and is comparable to a war saint in its heyday, any warrior must give in. And against the four huge wyverns who were obviously adults and clearly in their prime, they had no chance of winning, and even the battleships in the sky could not give them a sense of security.

The troops began to retreat, and the sleigh was pulled out of the crack, and Santa Claus sat on it with a smile on his face, clutching the reins in his hands.

"Oh roar roar .... Fly, Flame Dragon! Fly, Flaming Dragon! Fly, Red Flame Dragon! Fly, fiery dragon! ”

It's still the shouting on Christmas Day, it's still the same joyful appearance, but for the kingdom soldiers below, they have no time to care about the content of each other's shouts, and they don't even notice the sleigh behind them, although the officers have been maintaining the formation, but they can't stop the team from constantly retreating, even if they are one of the most elite troops in the Subic Kingdom at the moment, they can't overcome the fear from the bottom of their hearts. In fact, even those officers and generals kept retreating in the trembling of their horses. It is the duty of a soldier to keep them moving and not to run away now, but can they still hold on when the dragon breathes flames?

Seon Horner knows that they can't.

"We're done." ’

The old general sighed, leaned back in his chair, and a trace of guilt flashed on his battered face.

"Let's fight!" ’

Santa Claus pulls the reins and laughs heartily, while the four wyverns roar in unison, spewing flames from their mouths, spreading their wings and charging in the direction of the kingdom's warships.