"Father." The old dragon king's son flew to his side and shouted, "Is this information really credible? ”

"My stupid son, the news came from the volcano, and it is naturally credible."

"But ......"

"Don't worry, the volcano can't pit me, because he's my most outstanding child!"

If the eldest son is struck by lightning, how can it be, the number one master of the dragon clan is actually his son of Lao Tzu, that is to say, his brother.

Thinking of this, the eldest son's gaze at the old dragon king became even more reverent.

It is because of his father that the number of the entire race of dragons has increased by 1/3, from the current peak of the population, and sure enough, my father is the greatest.

While they were talking, the Red Dragon Volcano in their mouth had joined the battlefield.

The volcano is also extremely large, even comparable to his father.

But compared to his size, the most powerful thing about the volcano is his speed, fire, and defense.

Each of his scales was as crystal clear as rubies, stronger than steel, and the surface was encased in a layer of crimson flames, which made the entire volcano resemble a dragon of flames, and with the flow of these flames, he could easily break through the speed of sound, roll in magma, and easily ignite a city.

Volcano is not accustomed to physical melee combat, because compared to those opponents who are like flies in his eyes, if the strength is not as good as him, but the strength is similar, in melee combat, he often misses the enemy, so even if he has overwhelming strength, it is often useless.

As a result, Volcano is more accustomed to attacking from a distance, using kite tactics to kill opponents and barrage to make opponents dodge.

He is an expert at manipulating flames, he can condense them into lasers, disperse them into a sea of fire, turn them into fireballs, form meteors in the sky, and he can do it if he wants to.

He set off a cloud of fire, oppressing the white devil's activity space, he rained a rain of fire, turning the entire city into a sea of fire, he spewed out one after another fireballs as big as a carriage, forcing the white devil to defend or dodge, he shot out a huge pillar of flames, constantly chasing the figure of the white devil.

With the blessing of hundreds of magics, the speed of the white devil was terrifying, and he appeared a hundred yards away in the blink of an eye.

He punches back the Doomsday Demon, and he uses his magic to imprison the Wounded Angels and break free from their entanglement, leaving behind billowing waves of qi that rush towards the volcano.

The volcano was the largest, but his way of fighting was the most obscene.

Seeing the White Devil approaching, he turned around and ran away from a long distance, leaving behind a pile of fire clouds, constantly blocking the White Devil and preventing the White Devil from approaching.

Bypassing such annoying piles of fire clouds, there were more piles and piles in front of him, and the white devil lost patience, and did not hesitate to consume defensive magic to add to his body, and plunged into the fire clouds to break through the fire clouds.

However, when he poked his head out, he found that the volcano was constantly spewing red flames like an octopus, and with the recoil of the flames, it was faster and quickly moved away from the white devil.

The White Devil is helpless, because the Doomsday Demon and the Angel of Pain are entangled again.

The great battle in the sky spread to the ground, especially after the volcano attacked, and the whole city was even more miserable.

Large swaths of buildings were burned down, and people could no longer sit still and fled from their houses, or into sewers, or out of the city.

Angela hugged little Jack and dodged the fireball falling from the sky with a light jump.

With a roar, the house behind him shattered to pieces.

With the help of the air waves, she was like a fluttering butterfly, gliding for dozens of yards and floating to the ground.

Looking down, little Jack was still playing with Angela's snake-like writhing hair, unharmed, and relieved.

A cloud of fire drifted through the sky, and a rain of fire followed.

Angela's heart tightened, she was not afraid of this fire rain, but in the face of this fire rain, she would be exposed.

With a slight movement of his eyes, he quickly ran to a sewer manhole cover, lifted the manhole cover, and jumped down.

The white mist gushed out, accompanied by the sound of "click, click, click", and the foul-smelling liquid in the sewer was quickly frozen, and the originally turbid sewer was washed away by the cool breath, which was slightly better.

Click!

Angela landed, her boots on the ice with a crunch.

Suddenly it was dark in front of him, and he jumped down from such a high place, little Jack was startled and burst into tears.

A little bit of light was bounced out by Angela and floated in the air, floating like fireflies.

The teary-eyed little Jack stopped crying, looked at these little spots of light, waved his little hands, and with the disturbance of the air current, the spots of light floated, and Little Jack giggled.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly forward.

The frost spread beneath his feet, opening a road of frost, and soon, Angela's voice disappeared into the dark sewers.

After a shower of fire, two legions of monks entered the city and began to purge the city of wizards.

A white light spread out, and the citizens of the imperial capital fled in panic, revealing the five cloaked men who were shrouded in white light inside.

One of the cloaks was lifted, revealing a wizard.

He roared, and more than a dozen fist-sized magic projectiles shot out and bombarded the wounded monks who surrounded him.

Each magic bullet was like a strong man wearing an iron fist with all his strength, a total of more than a dozen powerful guns, which were definitely not small, and they were concentrated on the bodies of the three closest monks.

There was a dull sound, and the three of them were bombarded and took a step back, their clothes on their chests shattered like fluttering butterflies, and dozens of purple-blue wounds on their bodies, and then they still roared and rushed towards the wizard.

The wizard's pupils shrank sharply, and he could clearly see that one of the monks had a hollow chest and spit out blood containing fragments of internal organs.

The heavy scepter of the cross was raised high, and at this moment, the four cloaked men beside the wizard moved.

The cloak was lifted, revealing four knights in fine armor, who greeted them with shields and shouts.

Bang bang bang bang ......

The sound of steel and steel colliding continued to sound, and the four knights cooperated with each other tacitly, they all belonged to the Imperial Capital Legion, and they had extremely rich combat experience, and the equipment on their bodies was even better, there were several rune equipment alone, compared to the beggar-like wounded monks, it was completely crushing.

Soon, they gained the upper hand.

The nine monks who came up around were all covered with blood and wounds.

However, they did not retreat, it was stubbornly lifting the heavy scepter of the cross and smashing it down with silent force.

Smashed on the shield, the shield was dented, and the scepter of the cross was also deflected by the shield.

A sharp blade pierced through the shield and struck a monk in the torso, leaving a terrible wound on his body, and the monk remained silent and continued to raise the cross scepter.

Crackling!

A thunderbolt fell, and a wounded monk froze, followed by a knight who stepped up and cut off his head with a sword.

Casualties, finally broke out.

The skull flew up, and blood spurted out like a fountain from the cut in the neck.

The knight retreated, and the two Scepters of the Cross that were being hurled at him were blocked by another knight.

After all, the wounded monk who never retreated retreated.

They were not cowardly, but inferior in strength, and were forced to retreat by the shields of the knights.

"Puff puff puff ......"

Sharp blades continued to peek through the gaps in their shields and hit their torsos, but even though these wounded monks had become blood gourds, they still didn't say a word, but their eyes became brighter and brighter, and they seemed to be excited.