On the walls of Preston, everyone was paying attention to the siege vehicle.

As soon as it drove out of the valley, it stopped, and hundreds of East Ikra soldiers circled around it, like countless worker ants building ant nests.

There was a circle of black smoke above its head, and the carbides that had not completely burned were pushed into the air by the steam, and as the heat dissipated, it dispersed in all directions, looking like dark clouds from a distance, and the dense black-armored soldiers stood under the dark clouds, like a part of the dark clouds extended, giving people an endless sense of oppression.

The worker ants gradually dispersed, and the repaired siege engine let out a deafening roar, and several armies in front of it retreated in unison, leaving two black tracks in place, which were tracks made of three layers of steel plates, ensuring that the siege vehicle could knock Preston through in one go.

In the face of such power, let alone the Venada Steel Spirit who has entered the fourth order, even if the Black Dragon King Kutaka comes, he can't stop this thing.

Several sorcerers standing on top of the serpent's head also moved, the elements in the air were dismantled and peeled off, and the four-colored scarves around their necks rustled in the spring breeze, this thing was known as the "Tutan Seal" in the Ikra Empire, and was usually used to reward the most powerful sorcerers, and no one was not proud to have received this seal.

But in the eyes of the Venadas, the seal is more about fear.

The spell was about to brew, the heavens and the earth were flying sand and rocks, the earth was growing, the fiery serpent hovered behind the shadows, the huge curtain of water rose to the sky, the thunder waterfall lurked in the middle, and all the disasters that humans could imagine appeared before the eyes of the Venadans, but they had no choice but to hold the weapons in their hands and pray for it.

All they could do was pray.

Angelo was praying too, but the way he prayed was very different from everyone else's.

Still dressed in the emperor's white robe with a large basin in front of him, he stared at the sky where the demons danced for a moment, and then took off his crown as a precursor to bathing and changing.

The people of East Ikra didn't even notice him, and the earthy serpent snaked in front of the city gates, knocking the traps on the ground away.

After this, it had no intention of continuing the attack, and after a moment of bravaking its might in front of the city gates, it retreated, but the Venadas did not give it a chance to retreat.

Several white Venada steel spirits fell from the sky, they were launched from the north of the city two minutes ago, with the help of the body's modified rotors to adjust the direction of the fall, in mid-air all the steel spirits unlocked the fourth order, with a speed beyond the sound barrier and the brute force of the steel spirits themselves, they exploded in the black pile like four nuclear bombs.

The tremors of the earth continued for a long time, and a huge crack spread into the Alessandro Mountains, and the fir trees fell like dominoes, burying countless East Ikra soldiers in the middle.

The giant serpent was no better, although it was not hit by the steel spirit, but the battlefield had been divided, hundreds of Venada soldiers rushed out of the city gate with shields, they surrounded the giant snake on three sides, and the two Venada steel spirits held the only gap.

Above the sky, Coach Dariyo descended from the sky with a huge mace, and if this hammer was successfully smashed, these spellcasters on the head of the giant serpent would be able to report to Tutan!

The earth serpent split into four strands in an instant, and on one of the snake's heads, a spell magician pushed out the fireball in his hand, it was like a rising sun, it rose against the storm, slowly but unstoppably floating towards the head of Preston City, no one doubted how much energy was contained in it, this fireball attracted the attention of all Venada spell masters.

Daliyo let out a low cry, and he threw his mace at the giant snake in the distance, and then slammed his fist into the giant snake below, and the giant snake below changed again, and an earthen wall expanded upward, and there was a depression at the top of the earthen wall, like a mold imprinted by Daliyo's fist.

"Boom"!

This punch should have beaten the following thing to pieces, but because the pressure was completely dispersed, Daliyo's punch did not have a corresponding effect, and he was quickly entangled in the loess, but the giant snake in the distance was hammered to pieces by the wolf's tooth hammer.

The battlefield was becoming more and more chaotic, and the earth sorcerer seemed to be the most powerful, and his realm soon overshadowed the rest of the people, and the sky and the earth were gloomy, and the fireball flickered at the head of the city.

Angelo didn't even look at the thing, he took the crown out of the basin without haste, the water in the basin was as black as ink, and the reflection of the fireball was hovering in the middle of the basin, and the thing was cracking.

Before the fireball could spread, a deep curtain of water rose into the sky, and at the same time, a spellcaster beside Angelo spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his life was lost with the construction of the dragon's magic.

Looking out through the water curtain, it's like looking through frosted glass, everything is hazy. I only saw the orange-yellow halo flickering on the side of the water curtain, and finally calmed down, and this long-brewing fire magic disappeared without even making the slightest wave.

Angelo sighed softly, he put the needle on his right hand into the black water, and the black water poured into the blood pump, and the fist-sized blood pump quickly bulged. The black blood drawn by the needle is constantly bubbling, but it has nowhere to go, and eventually it can only dissolve into the black blood, and the blood pump bulges and contracts, like a beating heart.

After the sand, the smoky siege engines came out of the chaos, and the sorcerers seemed to have been dealt with, but their sacrifice bought enough time for the East Ikra infantry, and they followed the siege engines in dense packs, like a black flood.

"Rabid."

Angelo whispered the name of a speller, and the man replied indistinctly, blood coming out of the corner of his eye, a side effect of the injection of large amounts of dragon blood, and he would definitely not be able to survive unless time could be reversed.

But these people didn't intend to live in the first place.

Dragon Magic: Sand Resentment.

He pushed out the yellow magic circle in the palm of his hand, and the power of the dragon language was weighted between heaven and earth, and the earth elemental was robbed of most of it by an even more powerful force, and the earth below set off waves like an ocean.

The East Ikra people found themselves trapped in quicksand, and no matter how much they struggled, they could not escape from the falling quicksand. The heavens and the earth were clear for a short moment, and the clear sunlight sprinkled down, reflecting countless frightened faces.

But the siege vehicle was not hindered by quicksand, and if you want the dragon magic to cover such a large area, the weakening of the magic effect is an inevitable price, not to mention this siege vehicle, even if you want to devour all the East Ikra soldiers, you can't do it, this dragon magic can only delay the East Ikra people for a while.

Angelo turned his head, and he watched as Rabid's life force slowly passed until it was all gone.

"For Jessel."

He muttered, tossing the black blood record into the blood basin in front of him, and inserted the needle from the blood pump into his wrist.

As the dragon language spat out word by word, the black blood video came to life, and it quickly retrieved the spell that Angelo had chanted, and the remaining black blood soaked into the black blood record, turning into a deep black dragon and floating in the air, the ink was sticky, more like blood.

He looked up at the sky and clasped his hands together as if he were praying the most pious prayer.

In return for this believer, the sun's rays pierced through the gloom and sprinkled on Angelo's supple blonde hair. He was silently bathed in the glow, the smoke and dust of the battlefield drifting over his head, like smoke from the dry ice on the stage.

Angelo has been a famous beautiful man for Yesel since birth, but his "talent" is far above his appearance in some aspects, until this moment, someone finally remembered Angelo's past, his scene bathed in the sun is simply breathtakingly beautiful, even the most talented painter can not accurately depict it with a brush.

But no one was watching, and everyone was staring at the siege vehicle, which had broken off the rails, but before that it had grown fast enough to smash Preston to pieces with sheer kinetic energy alone.

Angelo closed his eyes, the dragon language floating in front of him had reached the last stroke, and he struggled to read the last word with blood in his mouth.

Dragon's Magic: Breath of Mitheus.

Even dragons that can't cast magic can breathe dragon breath, and this dragon magic is theoretically not capable of turning the tide of battle.

At some point, the begging sunlight suddenly disappeared, and the air around Anjilu suddenly blurred, as if it was expanding and expanding due to the scorching flames.

He opened his eyes, his gaze like a torch.

This is not a metaphor.

Two rounds of fiery red magic circles spun out in front of his eyes, they continued to plunder the fire elemental in the air, and the magic array further refined the pure fire element, which was compressed again before erupting, and swept towards the siege vehicle in two thin lines invisible to the naked eye.

The beam passed through the siege engine, which was still advancing, the quicksand behind was close to stagnating, the soldiers pulled their feet out of it with difficulty, and the black phalanx slowly moved forward again.

"Stand back from the walls!"

Unknown whose order it was, countless Venadas rushed towards the gap in the wall, and the crowd soon huddled together at the top of the staircase, their armor grinding against each other in the small space, making a tooth-aching screeching sound.

Haste was rushed, but all of the Venada soldiers were soon withdrawn from the city, and the walls of Preston were left undefended except for the few remaining sorcerers.

The siege vehicle was still advancing, but its trajectory was already visibly off. Angelo was still "watching" into the distance, and the two thin red lines quickly swept into the crowd, and many black-armored soldiers were silently cut in half, but they were still running, and finally fell in half on the ground, and the fracture was flat and charred, as if it had been cut in two by a blazing blade.

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