Rumble!

The scorching dragon's breath pierced the air and slammed into the soldiers, warriors from Noxus, one moment welcoming the impending victory, the next, being killed by the flames.

The turning point came so quickly!

The victories of the past seemed to them to be just bait thrown by the enemy.

The dragon's breath descended from a height of hundreds of meters, and when it came to the ground, it had already spread into a thick flame of light with a cross-section of dozens of square meters, and it slanted into the crowd from the crowded Noxians, and extended all the way forward, countless brave warriors wailed in the flames, and after the dragon's breath dissipated, a sea of fire immediately appeared on the battlefield.

The dragon Sivana swooped down from the sky, sweeping half of the battlefield with a breath of dragon's breath, resulting in a terrifying field of fire fifty meters wide and two kilometers long.

Wherever the dragon's breath passed, there was no grass, whether it was grass and trees, flesh and steel, all melted into a mixture of liquid and thick paste in the scorching heat, and the pungent stench spread through the battlefield in an instant.

It's a hell of flesh and blood.

After such a terrible blow, the warriors of the Noxian Legion were finally awakened from the joy of victory.

A feeling of involuntary surrender from the depths of the blood weighs heavily on people's hearts. It was the fear of the powerhouse at the top of the food chain, deeply imprinted in the genetic evolution of living things since time immemorial. Only the strong with a strong will can control themselves under the influence of this "dragon power", and those with insufficient will will not be able to panic or even tremble with their masters, and they will not be able to fight at all.

How could it be, it turned out to be a dragon?

But there was no doubt about the huge figure of the dragon in front of him.

On the mainland, the legend of the dragon has a long history, everyone has heard of it, but they never expected to be the target of the dragon's legend to be slaughtered.

As if not satisfied with the results of his previous dive bombardment, the dragon quickly turned its head to see that it was planning to do it all over again, as it had been.

Oh, my God!

The Noxian warriors reacted quickly and fled from the battlefield, survival is a biological instinct, and no one wants to fall victim to the ravages of dragons.

And following the dragon, hundreds of knights riding dragon eagles also swooped down fiercely, throwing one by one from the air with precision, and the spears swooped down from the sky with the high speed of inertia, passing through the body of the warriors, and nailing the warriors of Noxus to the ground.

Darius looked stupidly at the dragon raging in the sky, a dragon that seemed to him to be sent by the heavens to strike him. It may not be able to kill everyone here, but they still deal a near-devastating blow to his troops.

The appearance of the dragon on the battlefield was a disaster, the morale of the entire Noxian people collapsed like an avalanche, the dragon's dragon power affected everyone, even in terms of the size of the force, it still had a far upper hand, but the atmosphere of chaos, panic and panic permeated the battlefield, and only a few people could still keep their sanity and still be able to continue fighting.

How could it be, this dragon never existed in the intelligence of the Empire. Of course, he didn't know that this dragon Sivana was not an officer of Demacia, she was just a friend that Galen and Lux siblings met in the field during a trip, and they were invited by the brother and sister to join the battle, until now the dragon girl Sivana did not belong to Demacia.

She's been hiding in Mithril City in the mountains, deep in the shadows. Of course, it is impossible for the Empire's intelligence network to know about the existence of this dragon.

"Hey, look, they're coming."

And Arthur seemed to have expected it, smiling and looking at the sky,

"What a perfect creature,"

He had already seen this "creature" from the vision of the Endless Eye.

But no one knew that the smile on his face now was not the joy of being rescued, and the only thought in his mind at the moment was, hey, this big guy, how to get it on the test bench.

It's a dragon, a living dragon.

The dragon knight Kree, slamming his mount Sgar on the head,

"Behold, that is our enemy."

This guy is like a freak, the more times like this, the more excited he becomes, and when the others are running away, he is the only one who stands up, and he drives Sgar at high speed on the battlefield, all the while chasing the shadow of the dragon in the sky, looking for an opportunity to give the enemy a heavy blow.

Sivana, the dragon lady, of course, didn't know that there was a guy on the ground who harbored ill will towards herself.

She only occasionally flashed a hint of discomfort in her heart, like a cold shiver.

Strangely, dragons also have a cold war.

But she didn't care.

The battlefield full of murderous intent in front of her attracted her full attention, and she roared, spewing out huge fireballs one after another. With the occasional flapping of her huge wings, hundreds of brave Noxus soldiers died at her hands.

Come on, damn Noxians.

Accept the judgment of the dragon!

She finally found that after all, it was this kind of bloody battlefield that was more suitable for her, the smell of blood here made her intoxicated, and perhaps only in battle could she find the meaning of her existence.

She felt a little sad for herself.

Such bloodlines?

She remembered her mother.

She hated her mother.

It's a pity that even the power of this body was inherited from her.

Does this mean that she is as ruthless and ruthless as her?

"No!"

"Never!"

"She's so different from her."

"This is just war!"

"She'll never be like her."

"For justice!"

She was no longer confused, she shouted angrily, she inhaled hard, her lungs stretched to the maximum, and a fire burned in her chest. She no longer suppressed her longing, and an impulse of destruction soared, the power of the red dragon's bloodline, transformed into a furnace of magic in her body, and then opened her mouth to spew flames.

The entire battlefield trembled with her roar, echoing with her majestic call. She spread her strong, soft wings and glided across the battlefield toward her target.

The earth turned to a grayish-brown swirl mixed with other variegated colors, and the timid creatures all fled in panic, their fear becoming more and more of a soaking Shivana in her own power. She spat out hundreds of meters of dragon breath from her mouth, sowing the seeds of destruction and death on the earth.

I'm Shivana! The Grim Reaper of Justice and Destruction!

"Look, there it is." Lux, who stood on Shivana's head, said, holding on to the thick horns on top of Shivana's head to steady herself.

She had seen her brother Galen through the heavy encirclement of the enemy.

She was going to go with Shivana to save Galen.

Darius stood there, standing in the path of the dragon's swoop, coldly facing the approaching dragon.

"Kill it!"

He clenched his hands and looked regretfully at the half-cut weapon stuck in the ground behind him, the weapon he once loved, but now destroyed.

But it doesn't matter, even if he doesn't have weapons, he has to take out the enemy.

There has never been a shortage of warriors among the Noxians.

Even if it's a dragon.