The battle in mid-air was divided at this moment, the silver dragon Misrel's body shape was not dominant, and the injuries left before affected her speed more severely, after receiving a series of heavy blows, she finally couldn't support it, and her movements were obviously sluggish for a moment, and the huge black dragon seized the opportunity to hit the former's waist with a condescending tail flick, and Misriel let out a wail, falling from the air all over her body. She slammed to the ground, her massive body swept away several streets in an instant, and Greystone seemed to let out a painful sound at that moment, and the subsidence of the ground spread in all directions, and the houses overturned one after another.

The falling Mithriel pushed forward on the ground, and the remnants of it were still in full swing, and the large and small buildings were shattered under her body, like a bulldozer, shoveling away half of the town of Greystone, and it seemed that it was approaching the block where Roweis's compass was.

The Eruin envoys, who were about to move, felt the heavens and the earth topple at that moment, and everyone fell to the ground unsteadily, and in the midst of the screams of chaos, the people near the windows watched in despair as a shadow pressed against them, the scene looked very much like a tsunami, only replaced by a broad silver back, under which rows of houses collapsed and shattered, and then were swept underneath, and when the last row of buildings fell apart, the shadow of death was almost imminent.

The nobles were in a panic, leaving the building like ants and fleeing in all directions, but how could they be as fast as the falling dragon, and they fled only to delay the time of death for a moment.

There was a terrible creaking and creaking sound from the house, and one wall had completely collapsed under the pressure, and Enid, who was under the wall, was already frightened, and the count's daughter stood in place in a daze, watching the scene, and even forgetting to dodge.

"Enid. Get out of the way! Oni shouted.

The latter was indifferent.

Medisa rushed out at the last moment-

"Psionic Wings!" She shouted, a gray-white net spread from the left and right sides of her body, and pieces of glittering hexagonal net-like structures formed wing-like shapes, and the little silver elf princess gritted her teeth, and the wingtips of the wings bent towards the middle, resisting Inid alive. Resisting the collapsing wall, the wall slammed into it, splitting and the ground rumbling, and in an instant Misriel's back burst through the wall and collided with Metisa's wings.

Medisa let out a whimper, the power of the black dragon Malthus, which she had indirectly resisted, was a blow from the full force of the sage, even though it had dissipated a lot. It was still not her law that could withstand it, and the moment the spirit wings supported Misriel, the solid hexagonal mesh structure instantly began to bend and deform, and then revealed white cracks, shattering like glass, and people could even clearly hear the crunch of the crystal shattering.

The arms of the little princess of the silver elf, the palms, and the armor behind her were shattered inch by inch, and cracks appeared on her skin, from which soul fire gushed out. It was like burning on her surface.

"Uhh

Enid seemed to come to her senses, "Metissa! The count's daughter exclaimed in alarm.

At this time, a second person finally rushed out. It was Eco, "Miss Métisa, I'll help you!" "Then the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Guards, then Marjorie, the deputy head of the Summer Solstice Knights, Bloomfield, and the Summer Solstice Knights. Everyone rushed forward and tried their best to block Mithriel's back, but except for Bloomfield, the strength of the human race was so weak in the face of this level of battle that everyone was knocked away at the first time.

"Nia!" With cold sweat on her forehead, Dilferi reminded loudly, "Hold me!" ”

"Miss. You can't ......."

Dilferri had already put her hand on her chest, and the pitch-black spells flashed one after another on her snow-white arm, and she reached out and pointed at the broad back of the silver dragon, and the black flames seemed to burn out from her chest, and it burned to form the upper body of a huge demon, and the demon howled, and with a wave of her arms, it thrust heavily on Mithriel's back, and the force of the blow was so strong that the silver wall was slightly stunned - spells, Banuk's claws, This demonic spell can summon the power of Banuk, the seventh lord under the Brimstone River, the king of the black fire abyss, in an instant, but like all other demonic spells, its counter-devouring effect is equally amazing, and Dilferi was already weak, and at this moment, he spat blood from his mouth and fainted directly.

Her spell finally worked, and Metisa's pressure eased a little, and she finally found time to cast her spell.

"Inspire!"

The traveling mage's law was activated, a bright white light rose from everyone nearby, and Metisa's shattered spiritual wings tended to re-solidify in this white light, and the castration of the silver dragon Misriel finally slowed down.

"It's just a little bit close!" Eco shouted.

The little princess of the silver elf only felt trembling, and the power of the dragon seemed to be endless, making people almost desperate.

At this time, a hand appeared beside her out of thin air, and the hand gently pressed on the back of the silver dragon, and the whole space seemed to be slightly shaken, and countless silver lines spread out from the contact point between the hand and the back of the silver dragon, and these lines were intertwined with each other, shining slightly, forming a huge net, and Misreal slammed into this net heavily, and at that moment the sharp air currents formed a scream, and the silver giant net shone with a dazzling light, but that's all, everyone was surprised to see this scene - Misreal actually stopped slowly.

The moment Medisa saw that hand, she completely relaxed, as if her whole body had been drained of strength, and her body went limp, almost falling to her knees, and before that, one hand held her, and then Brando's face appeared in her field of vision, and the latter looked down at the little princess who had been summoned by her.

"Lord Lord......" The little princess of the silver elf was so weak that she could barely make a sound.

"Didn't I let you go earlier?" Brando looked at the wounds on Medisha's body with some heartache, but more with anger.

"But Miss Roman, she ......"

"She's fine." Brando interrupted her, "Come on, let's get out of this place with the others first." ”

Medisa was slightly stunned, and saw a hamster standing on Brando's shoulder, the hamster's appearance was ordinary, but the breath of the soul was very familiar, and her eyes widened: "White mist!" How did you become like this! ”

White Mist snorted softly. Apparently disdainful of answering this question.

Seeing the white mist, Medisa understood that Roman might have been out of danger, and the former was probably here to report the news, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, so she nodded weakly to Brando. Brando frowned at Metisa's condition. He held the little princess and asked softly, "Can you still stand in your current condition?" ”

Medisha's face was slightly red, and the loss of soul fire in her body was quite strict, which was similar to the depletion of the body of the living, but she still nodded slightly.

Brando sighed, "Don't be reckless. ”

With that, he bent down directly, put his hand through the knee of the little princess, and directly picked her up. Medisa then looked up. He smiled at the lord who was holding him, "Thank you, lord. ”

"You're much more generous than Antitina." Brando said in surprise.

"I'm the commander of the Silver Elves, my lord." Medisa said to herself, feeling very tired, and rested her head lightly on her lord's chest, and fell into a deep sleep with her eyes closed.

Brando looked at the silver elf girl in his arms and sighed, and he told Medisa to take the others away. That was just a consolation after all, and the battle between the two dragons had completely destroyed Greystone. Now they had nowhere to hide, hoping that the silver dragon would continue to attract Malthus's attention. But lying in the ruins, Mithriel tried several times to get up from the ground, but finally fell back hard, and the black dragon Malthus looked down indifferently from mid-air over the whole of Greystone, apparently noticing the tiny humans below, and it was unwilling to take matters into its own hands. It only motioned for the hilly dragon beast flying in the sky to circle down, surrounding the poor insects in its eyes.

When Brando saw this, he secretly cried out in his heart that he was unlucky, and while he thought about a way to get out, he asked Cooper to gather the nobles of Cruz. Then let Eco leave with the wounded first, and he himself turned around, drawing his sword at the same time as Nimesis, facing the drake beasts that were pouring into the sky.

These dragon beasts were not a concern to him, but he knew very well how proud the dragons were, and although Malthus disdained to do it himself, he would never let them go, and how difficult it would be to escape under the nose of an adult dragon, he could understand it on his knees.

There was only one way to do it, and he subconsciously set his eyes on the scarred silver dragon Misriel.

"Human, we need to cooperate." It was at this time that a voice also sounded in the minds of the two at the same time.

Brando's heart was slightly surprised, he didn't expect the other party to think of it with him, he had the impression that the pride of the dragons would never make them so condescending—with such doubts, he raised his head, just in time for Mithriel's gaze in this direction, and the silver dragon's mercury-like eyes gleamed softly.

Covered in blood, the scales on her back and wings blurred with flesh and blood, she gasped heavily and whispered, "Malthus will never let you go, human, you buy me a little time, as long as I can fly, I can find a way to lure it away—"

Buy time? Brando was a little blind, he looked up at Malthus in mid-air, it was a dragon, his teacher Mephistopheles might be able to do it, but he was not enough to plug the other party's teeth.

"I don't think I can do it, dear lady." Brando had to answer honestly.

Mithriel shook his head, and suddenly said, "No, I think you can do it—I have seen the same power in a man as yours, about a thousand years ago, I saw that man in the Silver Sea, when he was just a little famous wizard among the younger generation of the Buccas, do you know who he is now?" ”

Of course Brando knew who it was, and that name was only known to everyone on the Vaynd continent now, and he didn't expect that the dragon lady who met him for the first time would compare that person to himself, and he didn't know if it was a compliment.

Above the sky, an overwhelming array of dragon beasts was flying in this direction.

"I really can't buy you time, dear lady, it's not a game I can play in," Brando shook his head, and he said, pulling out a strange dial from his bosom, "but I think we do have room to work together." ”

"Passing pointers!" Mithriel let out an exclamation, "You really didn't tell me to be wrong—"

Brando glanced at the sky: "Now there is another question. The passing pointer can only speed up me and the creatures or objects I come into contact with, how can I get to you without getting that guy's attention, preferably faster, my people can't stop those drakes. ”

"It's simple." Mithriel replied, and she moved slightly over the ruins, her massive wings drooping. It covered Brando.

"I can only speed up the flow of time for you for about five minutes, is that enough, dear lady." Brando calculated, with a five-minute acceleration of Misrel's strength level, he would have to drop at least two levels, but at this time, he had to choose this way.

Lady Silver Dragon calculated for a moment, then nodded, "It's a little less, but I think it's enough for me to recover." ”

Brando nodded. Time was limited, so he stopped talking nonsense, and directly put his hand on Misriel's wing, activating the passing pointer.

……

The drakes were already roaring, and they were greeted by gargoyles in the sky, and the gargoyles screamed and launched a near-suicidal attack on these top-tier air forces from the underground, and the difference in strength between the two was so great that it was at the beginning of contact. The latter's mutilated body was falling almost like rain, and Malthus watched with interest. It didn't expect these humans to have the means to resist, but that's all, it never worried about what the poor creatures could change.

On the battlefield, the Summer Solstice Knights and the White Lion Guards also quickly joined the battle, and in the other corner of the battlefield, there were also others who were facing the threat of dragon beasts.

Shannie and the elf's evasive behavior completely angered the hilicul drakemon. The latter let out an earth-shattering roar, vibrating its wings and stirring up a violent wind to pounce directly on the two of them, no longer using some small flames of cat and mouse, but opening the blood basin of sparks and biting the elf. The elf and Shannie screamed in unison, got up on their hands and feet, and turned to run. But their movements were no match for the behemoth dragon beast, the latter roared angrily, and the foul smell from his mouth blew the two of them to the ground, and the elf was so frightened that she cried out, and she tripped herself to the ground as soon as she softened her feet, and she turned around to see rows of snow-white sharp teeth in the mouth of the dragon beast, screamed and closed her eyes, and raised a pair of small hands in front of her.

"Mom! There are monsters to eat elves! The elf screamed, and suddenly felt a slight heat in the palm of his hand, as if a powerful force came from the front, and the reaction force directly blew her out of the ground, and flew out more than ten meters away with a heel fight, before she fell face down on the ground with a plop.

The elf looked up in amazement, her face covered in ash and mud, almost a small flower, her forehead was red, and she had a tube of nosebleeds, but she stared straight ahead—there was a headless hill drakemon teetering, its neck above it had been ripped off by something, leaving only a charred black hollow with erosive flesh, bones, and broken internal organs, and filthy blood spurting out like lava all over the street, The headless drake staggered a few steps forward before slamming to the ground with a thud.

The movement of the drake beast to the ground was so loud that it made the elves tremble on the ground.

The elf stared blankly at the drake's corpse, then at her own hand, and finally her eyes fell on the spear she had been clinging to, and her open mouth could not be closed. At this time, Xianni finally fluttered her wings and flew back to the former, she was obviously frightened, she only saw a flash of white light, and the behemoth was separated, she didn't know what was happening, and shouted loudly: "What's the matter, what happened just now, what is it!" Damn elves, did you steal the World Bow again! ”

"No, no!" The elf hurriedly argued: "It's this! ”

Their eyes fell on the spear, the silver spear was slightly different from before, and the part of the cloud at the top of the spear's body was becoming glittering, turning a conspicuous gold.

"What is this?" Shanny asked.

"I don't know." The elf shook his head blankly: "But just now there was a bad guy who said it was their thing. ”

"Bad guys?"

"It's the villains who came to catch you earlier!" The elf said angrily.

"I see," said Senny, who spread her wings and flew around the elf's head, and replied excitedly, "This is what they call the Demon Slayer Spear!" ”

"Demon Slayer Gun?" The elf looked like he had never heard of the name.

"I've seen its name in the legend of the Cruz, it's the gun of the legendary knight Sir Freut, he used this gun to fight in hell, the gun is stained with demonic blood, this gun is a real sub-artifact!" Shanni said enviously, "Elf, you're so lucky, how can you use it?" ”

"I don't know, I was scared, like this-" Before she could finish her sentence, the spear in her hand suddenly hummed and trembled, and the tip of the spear extended a thin white line pointing to the street ahead.

Both of them looked up at the same time in that direction.

……

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