The skull resembles a broken watermelon, and the body of the last dragonman is casually thrown by the paladin in a nearby snow pit.

The outermost enemies have been cleared, and although the combat power and acumen of these low-level dragon soldiers are far inferior to those of paladins, they are much stronger than ordinary human soldiers, and even the crusaders under the command of the Temple of Judgment dare not say that they can defeat these dragon soldiers in the same number.

These monsters are born killers, and their muscles, brain tissue, and bone structure are all made for war.

They are ruthless and brutal, following their inner instinct to kill and attack, tearing apart all creatures that stand in their way, like programmed machines.

If such a group of brutal beasts broke through Iron Rock City, the consequences would be extremely tragic.

Heading along the rugged snow-buried mountain path to the towers deep in the Shadow Mountains, the paladin carefully concealed his form.

The falling snowflakes quickly erased the footprints behind them, and in this kind of weather, there was no need to worry about leaving traces, and even the corpses of the dozen or so dragonmen who were killed would soon be covered by the heavy snow.

Inside the Shadow Mountains is a plain known as the Barren Lands, which is extremely vast, about the size of a half-iron flow kingdom.

At this time, bonfires were lit everywhere on the plain occupied by monsters, and the cyan miasma mixed with the smell of blood, forming a highly toxic gas.

Except for monsters, no other creature can survive in this environment.

Near the deepest part of the ground, it cracked like a sore, revealing the flowing lava below, billowing heat and black smoke billowing out.

In the black smoke, the sound of clanging iron tools was constantly heard.

Swing the hammer and pour the molten iron into the mold......

The dragons surrounding the lava are actually using the heat of the lava to build weapons and armor!

From time to time, forged weapons were brought out and piled aside.

The spears and steel forks were piled together, forming a small mountain, and the sword light was hot and cold.

In the flatter areas, the monsters built towers and smelted them out of wood and steel.

Some of the largest trolls were driven as slaves by the dragons, carrying huge ores into the furnaces.

In the canyon, an endless army of dragonmen is turning the Shadow Mountains into a steel fortress base.

A large shadow quickly approached, stirring up the wind.

The shadows fell, and the whole mountain felt the palpitating pressure.

It was a pure-blooded demon dragon, the top existence among dragons, and it was not at all comparable to the near-dragon monsters of the Nightmare Beast.

But from the dragon's mouth, a chain stretched out, and the chain spread all the way to its back, held by a pair of hands wearing golden bracers.

A pure-blooded demon dragon is actually just his mount!

The paladin hid in the crevice of the rock, involuntarily suppressing his breathing, and the scene before him made his heart beat violently, an instinctive reaction of his body after being stimulated, and had nothing to do with emotions.

The paladin grabbed some snow with his hands to dry the wounds on his body, and made his way into the Shadow Mountains, but the journey was not as difficult as he imagined.

After three battles, the paladin was also slightly wounded, and his left arm was hit by a powerful dragonman, which is now swollen.

Although the pain was inconsequential to the Paladin, the most important thing was that he could no longer use his left arm at the moment.

It must have hurt the bones......

The paladin frowned, losing the dominance of one arm, which had a great impact on combat power.

The dragonman just now must be a leader, much larger than the average dragonman, and the heavy axe actually smashed all the armor of his own characteristics into deformation and dents, and injured the arm inside.

This is not a power that ordinary dragonmen can have.

But it died the same way as its companions.

The paladin huddles behind rocks, trying to keep his body out of sight of enemies.

The barren plains were filled with dense dragonmen, their cyan skin and reflective scales crowded, and the paladin felt a chill just by looking at the number.

That's a lot!

And from the tall tower in the distance, the dragonmen are still climbing out.

"When Advent comes, and the lava will spread all over the icy mountains, and the demons of hell will crawl out of the towers, and black shadows will obscure the sky, will we usher in destruction or new life?"

This is the future that His Holiness sees from the apocalypse, and it is almost exactly the same as what is in front of him, and His Majesty must be told at once that Advent Day is already early.

The demons of Hell have taken over the Shadow Mountains, they are building fortifications, forging weapons and armor, and in less than a few days, they will gather their armies and cross Ironrock in one fell swoop!

"Whew...... Ho ......"

The person riding on the back of the demon dragon was shrouded in a pitch-black robe, and at this moment let out a strange roar, far away, vicissitudes.

Could this be the apostle in the hadith, Bakar, the Lord of the Dragons?

Even if it wasn't, then its identity was also a very special existence among these monsters, maybe it was the right-hand man of the Hell Monarch, the commander of the army and the like.

In the face of such a legendary figure, the paladin did not even dare to stay on it for a long time, and the senses of these extraordinary monsters were extremely sensitive.

In any case, the mission has been completed, and as long as you report what you saw in the Shadow Mountains to Archbishop Xilan, the rest of the decisions will be made by His Majesty the Pope.

But before leaving, the pillar of light, which the archbishop had told to pay close attention to, did not appear.

Does this mean that the apostles have not fully come?

With such doubts, the paladin quietly moved his body, his back against the cold mountain wall, not daring to make any sound, and moving backwards little by little.

The demon dragon suddenly looked in this direction, his eyes fierce and vicious, like a shark smelling blood, and the paladin saw that the spikes on its back were instantly erected.

"Roar!"

The wind was blowing, and the dragon soared into the sky.

The man on its back grabbed a pitch-black spear directly from his feet and stabbed it straight at the place where the paladin was hiding.

Locked by two monsters at the same time, the paladin felt that the pores all over his body were screaming in horror, these two monsters were too terrifying, not to mention the humanoid monster with a spear, a single demon dragon was not something he could deal with.

Unlike Nightmare Beasts, pure-blooded dragons are much larger, with an outstretched wingspan of about fifteen meters.

Looking at the demon dragon that was getting closer and closer, the paladin's pupils suddenly shrank.

He lifted the hammer with his only remaining arm in a defensive stance.

No matter how disadvantaged they are, the Paladin will never lose the courage to resist.

A distance of several hundred meters flashed away, and the demon dragon roared furiously, revealing a mouth full of knife teeth.

A strong fishy stench hit his face, and the paladin clenched the hammer in his hand.