The planet, also named Saturn, is much larger and more massive than the planet of the same name in the solar system. However, like the planet of the same name, it also has a striped atmosphere. This is formed when different components of the atmosphere are stratified when high autobiography. Between the stripes, huge cyclones can often be seen. The most massive cyclone is much larger than Atas or even Earth, and it has not subsided after hundreds of years of rage.

If you look up from this moon of Saturn, you can see that one-third of the sky is covered by its own huge parent star. The great red spot on the home planet - a storm that never stops, larger than most planets - is right at the zenith, like the eyes of a cyclops watching the world.

It was an amazing view, but no one was watching it at this time.

Due to the gravitational pull of the parent star, the moon is also roaring with a storm. Methane rain falls like rubble, and stout blue-white lightning illuminates the world as bright as day from time to time. Even for dragons, it's not good weather for flying.

A young red dragon is struggling to climb up, and if the weather is good, it may be able to shake off its enemies with its mobility. But at this time, the wind was too strong, and the demon dragon transformed by the witch king Malik was almost unaffected by the wind. The two dragons encountered each other in the sky above the Troll, and the Templars on the ground saw the dragon burst and heard screams between the thunders. The two dragons scuffled, lightning crackling beside them. But the Demon Dragon was seven times the size of the young Red Dragon, and with a lot of experience, the battle didn't last long.

The newly grown red dragon was torn apart, fell and swallowed up by the rolling currents of the sea of liquid ammonia. It took three days for its head and neck to rush up to the island where the supply base was located, and frostworms and ice demon bats ate its brains and eyes.

Its death was only the beginning of the next massacre.

Witch King Malik, Sultan of Ankara City, the disciple of the primordial warlock who is best at enchanting spells, is a master of transformation battles. Enchanted magic is not as powerful as plastic energy or spell magic, so the Witch King has deliberately exercised his ability to fight in the form of a demon dragon since thousands of years ago to make up for his shortcomings.

As the Witch King attacked, his Templars and Blasphemer Mages began to attack the Red Dragons who suddenly appeared. The drums of war gave the order, and the archers and mages gathered on the deck of the Troll-carrying to open fire. The light and arrows of this spell were thrown into the air, obscuring the sky and the sun. Since the fusion furnace of the magic giant ship requires a long preparation, they must buy as much time as possible. The arrows were enchanted enough to be impervious to the wind.

An old red dragon flew relatively low and was hit by dozens of arrows, which undoubtedly angered it. The dragon swept through the air, spewing fire left and right, the temperature of the dragon flame melting even metal and rock, and the Templars were burned alive in their shell plates. The mages scattered in all directions, trying to hide inside the Troll. A blasphemer mage casts a finger of death, but fire and smoke interfere with his aiming. The old red dragon roared behind the flames, smoke billowing from its nostrils, and the bold mage rolled wildly on the deck, not moving for a moment.

At this moment, another roar was heard in the air, and a huge black shadow was projected over the old dragon. The demon dragon transformed by the Witch King has already taken on his first opponent and rushed here to kill him. Behind him, another group of red dragons were in hot pursuit, but none of them could match the Witch King's swoop.

The demon dragon exuded a huge aura of magic power from top to bottom, and its size was much larger than that of the elder dragon. But the latter did not choose to run away, but screamed excitedly, turned around and met him head-on. The old dragon made up his mind that if he delayed for a moment, the dragons would surround him and wipe out the abominable human mage shapeshifter.

The Witch King Malik is cunning and experienced in many battles, so he naturally understands the mind of his opponent. The demon dragon flew straight at his opponent, and the fireballs exploded in all directions, so brilliant that the people on the ground base said that there seemed to be countless suns in the sky. The old dragon's red claws once pinched the demon dragon's neck, but the latter's scales were stronger and more pure gold, and they were strengthened by countless witch kings' magic spells, which were almost indestructible.

Seeing that the demon dragon was about to tear the old dragon apart with its claws, the third dragon suddenly attacked from behind, trying to resolve the crisis. The red dragon's scales were as bright as rubies, and although it was in the prime of life, it was no longer inferior in size to its older counterparts. It slammed into the dragon's back from a great height, and the three dragons crashed into the ground together. The impact was so heavy that gravel larger than a person flew half of the parasan away, and the methane snow sublimated and turned into gas.

The nearest Templar and archers were unable to live to tell the story of the battle, and those in the distance saw only thick smoke and dragon flames, and occasionally heard the sound of a dragon's tail whipping through the air and roaring. The dragon flame attached itself to the rock and burned, and it was extinguished after a few hourglass hours, but long before the dragon flame was extinguished, the dragon leaped out of the ashes unharmed.

The old red dragon was the second opponent killed by the Witch King that day, and was injured in the process of falling, and was torn to pieces after landing. The younger, outstanding red dragon had one of its wings torn off by the Witch King, and half of its bones were broken. Taking advantage of its inconvenience, the demon dragon spewed flames from its mouth, and the temperature even exceeded the solar fire, facing the young red dragon's head. The latter's eyes melted in his skull, and his body was charred black, barely recognizable as a beautiful beast that had once shone like a ruby.

The Templars under the command of the Witch King did not approach the corpses of the two behemoths until the dragon flames had been extinguished. They cut off the head of the red dragon as a trophy, and other useful alchemical ingredients on the dragon's corpse were also plundered.

After destroying his third opponent, the dragon transformed by the Witch King rose into the air again, crushing another dragon that caught up with him with a single claw. I don't know if it's lucky, but the fourth red dragon actually survived the attack of the Witch King. However, the muscles in its shoulders were torn apart, and it could not fly, so it fell to the ground, wriggling among the ashes. On the ground, the Templars swarmed up.

"Fire-breathing reptiles. The Witch King said contemptuously, his huge body soaring through the air as if there was no resistance. He deliberately kept his distance from the largest red dragon, while sparing no effort to provoke the other party.

The red dragon Chassa, the acolyte-in-waiting of the five-colored dragon god Tiamat, is no ordinary dragon. He has one-fifth of Tiamat's divine power and can even be considered an incarnation of the dragon god. However, in the face of the Witch King, even the true gods did not dare to say that they would win.

The degree of the demon dragon is too fast, and the ordinary red dragon can't catch up at all, even Chassa. So Tiamat's father-in-waiting ordered the witch king's servants to be attacked first. The dragons first tried to attack the magical giant ship Honkon Troll, but now the dragon flames did not hurt the magic and engineering miracle in the slightest. The Carry Forward Troll can even resist the scorching heat of the sun during the sun-skimming voyage, so it is not afraid of the dragon's attack.

In desperation, the dragons began to attack the enemies in the supply base. Originally, they did not intend to destroy these facilities, and the plan of the Gisyankees was to continue to use the base after retaking it.

The red dragons formed a formation and swooped in turn. Naturally, the people on the ground were not to be outdone, fighting back with bows and arrows and magic. A red dragon flew too low, weakened by a magic hit, and then was fired into a rain of arrows. It had countless arrows, and its belly was full of arrows, like a hedgehog. An enchanted arrow pierces the neck. The black blood gushing out of the wound smoked and hissed. The red dragon fell into a sea of liquid ammonia and alkanes, and its whereabouts are unknown.

The others weren't so lucky, and the red dragon swooped down. Bright dragon flames lit up a small magic ship used to transport people, followed by another. No one could question the courage of these Templars, but their counterattack seemed too weak.

The Witch King's minions continued to fight, but more fiery red wings obscured the sky. Dealing with one or two dragons, blasphemer mages can still deal with it, and dealing with three or four is too much...... And now, at least forty dragons are attacking them in waves.

The dragon descended like lightning, and the people who rushed at the Witch King spewed colorful fireballs, each brighter than the other. Magical ships shattered to pieces, and the lucky undead Templars and Desecrator mages screamed and fell into a sea of alkanes and liquid ammonia. But they were lucky, because death came quickly and painlessly. Some of the fallen people were caught in the air by the dragon, bitten into two pieces in the dragon's mouth, and swallowed alive in the stomach.

Looking down from above, the ground is littered with crashed and burning magic ships and tall columns of smoke...... A qiē looks like the general trend is gone. The attacks of the red dragons have become more unscrupulous and freewheeling.

As a result, an old red dragon fell headlong into the sea.

The dragon was one of the largest of the attacking dragons, and its thick scales would have protected it from most magical or physical weapons...... However, a Templar took advantage of the dragon's passing of his ship and threw the anchor that the magic ship had used to dock on the ground. The anchor's hook teeth got stuck between the dragon's scales, as it pierced deep into its high flight. The dragon didn't care, but when the anchor chain was pulled to its head. The sheer mass of the magic ship and the dragon's own height opened a wide opening for it.

The angry roar of the old red dragon shook the people on the ground, and even drowned out the screams of the dying. It spewed smoke and roared, flying lower and lower, and finally planted in a sea of cold methane. According to eyewitnesses, the dragon tried to take off again from the sea three times, but the magic ship was dragged by it and fell into the sea. The weight of the magic ship finally dragged the old dragon alive into the abyss of the extremely cold seabed.

Witch King Malik, the sultan of the city of Ankara, was not idle at this time. He ignored the voices of the many servants on the ground calling for help and tried to fly high. There, a giant portal constantly teleports new red dragons from other worlds.

The demon dragon roared.

The air near the portal twisted, like a mirage. The Witch King's magic interfered with the portal's spells, and the passage was about to close.

Several Gisyankee warriors and mages rode on the back of the red dragon and were responsible for guarding the passage. Seeing the huge and terrifying figure of the demon dragon coming, these Gisyankee mages cast spells like crazy to stop the Witch King from approaching.

But Malik's spells are stronger than them, and they are cast faster. The sound of the dragon's chant was more of a roar than a chant. Countless magical lights came out from around the demon dragon, and spells rained down on the Gisyankees and red dragons in front of them. It is said that in order to pay the price of the life force necessary for the spell, the Witch King harvested the souls of all the dead dragons present with an evil blasphemous spell, a move that greatly stimulated the red dragons present.

The desperate Gisyankees tried to stop time with the spells on the scrolls, but the Witch King countered their attempts with a contemptuous smile. Fifth, sixth, seventh...... One by one, the red dragon carrying the Gisyankees on its back was torn apart by a volley of dragon claws or shot down by a spell. In the time when his heart beat less than ten times, the Witch King added four more to his record.

The portal collapsed.

An ancient red dragon with its wings torn off its wings fell from a high altitude to the ground, not immediately dead, but landed in the muddy supply base, becoming furious and furious. The Templars approached the beast from four directions, preparing to take on it. The old dragon entertains the attackers with dragon magic, golden dragon flames, and a volleying tail.

The crippled old dragon viper writhed, struggling to fly again, but each time it fell back to the ground. Eventually, the Templars subdued the beast like ants.

By this time the battle had gotten to the ground, thick smoke had covered most of the sky, and even the home planet that was the King's Landing was nowhere to be seen. But neither dragons nor mortals have any intention of stopping the fight.

Inside the gigantic Propagation Troll, the Fusion Furnace has been reactivated under the manipulation of several of the most powerful blasphemer mages. But this incomparable ship can't take off just yet, or the powerful bottom thrusters will kill everyone on the ground.

As if the giant magic ship had been activated, the red dragons stepped up their attacks. Whips made of dragon flame whipped the earth over and over again, and many base facilities were reduced to ashes. Thousands of people were reduced to charred and smoking corpses.

The dragon attacked like an eagle in a sparrow pile, and all the dragons were no match for him except for Tiamat's squire-in-waiting, Tsarsa. As a group of Templars retreated into the Troll, they saw the Witch King fighting another dragon of at least ancient rank in the smoky air, their roars echoing across the desolate moon.

The fight didn't last long, and the old dragon's shattered, charred body fell from the sky. The corpse was broken in two, and many parts were torn off by the dragon.

Although the Witch King always chooses to kill his opponent in the most savage and direct way, so as not to get caught in a fight. But the old red dragon was even more tricky than he had imagined, and although it was only half the size of the Demon Dragon, it still made two gaps in the opponent's wings, slowing down the Witch King's degree.

The divine dragon Chassa, Tiamat's squire-in-waiting, seized this opportunity and finally caught up with the dragon transformed by the witch king. The two largest, most terrifying beasts glared at each other viciously, dragon flames dancing between their teeth.

The Witch King lowered his height until he was close to the ground, so he didn't have to worry about an enemy attacking him from below. Chasa gave hot pursuit, the heat from its mouth like a heat wave, rolling up the methane snow on the ground and sublimating it all.

The dragon kept adding, as if trying to get rid of Chassa. A young red dragon was scorched by a volley of dragon flames because he was in the way of the demon dragon. Chasa was furious, and he also kept increasing, trying to solve this hateful opponent as much as possible.

Seeing that his opponent had taken the bait, the Witch King suddenly flew upward, and then followed closely with a heel. Chasa was already chasing after it very tightly and did not react, and the demon dragon had already landed on its back and delivered a fierce blow. The blow was so powerful that the methane snow beneath them was swept away by the shaking air.

The demon dragon and the divine dragon quickly scuffled and began to bite each other, and their roars could be heard dozens of miles away. Their dragon flames were so bright that they passed the brightness of the sun, and from the ground it looked as if the whole sky was on fire.

With a roar that echoed over the battlefield for a long time, the battle between the two almost immediately came to a point of life and death. The dragon's magically strengthened teeth bit into Chassa's neck, and his black claws dug deep into the muscles of Chassa's shoulder. Tsassa's claws frantically clawed at the dragon's stomach and tore at his opponent's wings with his fangs, but the dragon bit deeper and deeper, and the sea flew towards them.

Both fell into the sea at the same time, and the waves seemed to touch the clouds. The impact was so violent that it became doubtful that both had been killed.

The waves spread in all directions from the spot, and the Templars emerged after dodging the spray, and the Witch King crawled out of the sea again. He was covered in wounds, and one of his wings seemed to be broken. Liquid methane continued to steam from his huge, heavy body, forming a mist around him.

Chassa was much more wounded than the Witch King, and it sank straight into the sea, and the wound on its neck flowed hot dragon blood, making the whole ocean seem to boil.

The Witch King tries to heal himself with magic, but his enemies clearly don't want to give him time to recover. A surviving Gisyankee warrior rode a red dragon and charged straight at the Witch King with incredible courage, intending to kill him in a suicide attack.

"Foolish. Malik, the Witch King who had become a dragon, muttered under his breath, though it sounded like a thunderclap to the others. He stretched his wings and tried to leap to his feet, despite the numerous wounds on his body.

Red dragons are cruel and murderous by nature, but the aura emanating from the demon dragons is really difficult for mortals to resist. What's more, the Witch King has already killed double-digit red dragons since the beginning of the battle, and the remaining dragons are somewhat timid.

The mount of the Gisyankee warrior did not dare to collide with the Witch King at the last moment, and opened a position to fly past him. The Witch King turned his head into a burst of flames, and the unfortunate red dragon was burned instantly, though it glided some distance before falling into the sea.

The Gisyankee warrior did not die, and his mount was timid when he felt it. So he jumped and jumped onto the back of the demon dragon as the two dragons passed by. Then he took out his silver sword and plunged it deep into the Witch King's flesh.

Silver swords are said to be indestructible and indestructible. But the Ghisyankee warrior was shocked to see that his weapon had melted behind the dragon's back, as if it had been inserted into a pool of lava. The dragon let out a roar of pain and rage, and threw the Gisyankees down.

But the silver sword had already done damage, and the Witch King was already scarred after the life-and-death fight with Chassa, and he looked even worse at this time. As he flew, large drops of black blood oozed from the wound left by the silver sword and fell backwards.

The dragon kicked on the deck of the Troll, then flew back into the air. He spewed flames once more, forcing back a red dragon that tried to get closer. The latter's eyes as bright as lava balls melted in their sockets and flowed out like jelly. The bright red skin quickly turned black, and the bones crackled like firewood.

"Twenty-two!" the Witch King shouted in the air, as if there had been a thunderbolt. "Who else is going to die?!"

Obviously, there are many guys who want to die, and the red dragons are arrogant, and even if they are timid, they don't want to show it, so as not to be looked down upon by their companions.

The four red dragons, some of them had just reached adulthood, and some of them had lived for more than two thousand years, and they approached the demon dragon again from below.

The Witch King felt that his wounds affected his degree and strength, and he still had many spells, but there was not enough life force to sustain his many legendary spells on this barren planet.

Malik decided to deal with his enemies with a relatively simple spell, and a roaring chant sounded. The atmosphere seemed to become stagnant, and the four red dragons that were originally approaching suddenly appeared that their bodies were getting heavier and heavier, and they couldn't fly no matter how they stirred their wings.

Dragons are also unable to fly within the area of effect of this magic. But even when he lands on the ground, the Witch King is an unrivaled deadly killer. Let alone...... There were a few Templars waiting on the ground before they had time to retreat to the Troll.

The dragon that landed on the ground looked more like a thorn wurm, and he strode towards his nearest opponent. The ground shook and cracked with his steps.

His opponent, a slightly smaller primeval red dragon, retreated in fear, not wanting to face the dragon's dragon flame, which contained the power of destruction. The Witch King strode forward in a leisurely manner, and then suddenly a lunge forced his opponent backwards.

Several Templars saw an opportunity to attack the old dragon. One of them managed to climb onto the old dragon's back and slash the old dragon's head with his scimitar.

The red dragon roared in pain, and it could have rolled to shake off the Templar, but the Witch King denied it a chance to do so. The dragon stepped forward and waved its claws, and the old dragon barely managed to dodge the vital point, but his hip was pinned to the ground by his opponent's claws.

Another red dragon attacked, and the demon dragon continued to press the old dragon with one of its forefeet, while turning its head and spewing dragon flames. The Templar who had climbed up his back was now riding on the old dragon's neck, clinging tightly to his legs, and slashing after slashing until the scimitar was stuck in his head.

The red dragon who came to relieve the siege died faster than the old dragon, and the scales of the red dragon could have resisted most of the flames, but there was little resistance to the blackened dragon flames. It was on fire and rolled on the spot. A Templar slammed his spear into its eyes again and again, despite the flames' charge, even though the flames had now roasted his chain mail and fused with flesh and blood.

The third red dragon landed trying to escape the range of the magic and took off again, spewing fire as it retreated, burning half a dozen Templars who tried to get close to it. But it didn't expect a Templar to shoot an arrow from its back, which hit it in the eye socket. Then the second, third, fourth...... Until the quiver misses.

Compared to the three unfortunate companions, the fourth red dragon achieved some success. As soon as it hits the ground, it begins to work its magic. The Red Dragon knew that his spells were too far inferior to those of the Witch King, so it wisely chose to target the Templars.

The witch king did not want to see his own people slaughtered in front of him, which undermined his prestige. So the dragon rushed at the cunning opponent, trying to crush it with its claws.

The red dragon was only half the size of a demon dragon, but it used it to its advantage and sprinted straight for an arch in the supply base. The arch was too low for the Witch King to get into, so he walked to the side to make a detour.

The red dragon seized the opportunity, suddenly turned around, and slammed into the demon dragon's back. The latter's body was too large to turn around. The red dragon's sharp teeth gripped the dragon's back, its front paws gripped its neck, and its hind paws slammed into his abdomen. In normal times, the Witch King is not afraid of such an attack at all. But his abdomen was originally scratched by Chassa, and this time he opened a long opening, and even his intestines flowed out.

The dragon let out a wail, and he came into contact with the magic and rose into the air again. The red dragon was caught off guard and almost fell off the former's back. In a fit of rage, the Witch King ordered his Templar to shoot at his back, the arrows could hurt the red dragon, but not through the dragon's scales.

Some of the armor-piercing arrows ended up in the gaps between the red dragon's scales, and a blasphemer mage's one-finger death spell killed it. But even after death, the corpse of the red dragon was still clinging to the dragon's back, refusing to let go.

The rest of the dragons were almost terrified, and Malik could tell that they were ready to flee, if it weren't for the fact that Chasa had climbed up from the bottom of the sea.

The Divine Dragon was mortally wounded in a short but fierce struggle, and it was impossible for it to survive, but Tiamat's divine powers saved it. After a few magic techniques, Chasa regained his vitality and crawled out of the extremely cold methane sea.

Cessa saw his own kind being bloodily killed one by one, and the cry of the blood's death rang in his ears, and he immediately went crazy. It paced to a dead she-dragon and arched the corpse's wings with the tip of its nose, as if to help it take off again. After it had no effect, Chasa let out a terrifying roar and rose into the sky, ready to find the injured demon dragon to fight to the death.

This battle lasted much longer than the last, and perfectly demonstrated the power and beauty of the dragon's dancing stance.

They charged at each other again and again in the air, and again and again they suddenly turned to chase. Soar like an eagle and swoop like a falcon. They circled, roared, bitten, and breathed fire at each other but didn't dare get too close to each other. The dragon disappeared into the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, it flashed again, breathing fire at Tsassa and setting its tail on fire. Chasa rolled, tilted, and the divine power of the five-colored dragon god flowed, healing all its injuries.

This time, in a heartbeat, Chasa hid, and the demon dragon chased. In the next heartbeat, the two jumped a few hundred feet and changed positions again. The demon dragon dodged the dragon flame with divine power in Chassa, and flew higher and higher.

When the Propellant Troll's powerful bottom thruster activated, the wild dance ended.

Approximately 80,000 wrists long - or twenty-five kilometers by Earth Weights and Measures - the magical megaship had already contained all the remaining Templars and had risen from the sea. Three huge bottom thrusters spewed out bright yellow flames with a diameter of more than three thousand feet, like giant pillars of condensed flames. The ocean of methane and liquid ammonia boiled wildly, and the shock wave swept in all directions. Several red dragons that flew too low were swept away by the monstrous waves, and their whereabouts are unknown. The dragon laughed, knowing that as long as the ship was activated, no one would be able to stop them from leaving the satellite.

The Witch King stopped fighting with Tsassa and prepared to land on the deck of the Troll. But Chasa didn't give up, it was covered in smoke and blood from more than a dozen wounds, and even magic could not heal the scars caused by the witch king's magic. The divine dragon slammed into the Witch King, and both rolled onto the deck at the same time.

It's no longer a dance, it's a life-and-death struggle. The two behemoths twisted together and kept biting. The tail twitches like a whip, and the wings flap the air. They fought so hard that they didn't stop for a moment.

Tsarsa's claws pierced the dragon's heart, and for a moment, the Tyamat squire felt like he had won. Knowing that his current demon dragon actually did not fall.

"The heart or something, it's just a decoration for me. The dragon laughed disdainfully, then bit down on Chassa's slender neck. The Witch King had long been interested in the techniques of the Starch Spencer Druids, so he used the abilities of these Druids to strengthen the power of the Dragon. Now the blood cells of the demon dragon have their own flagella and can swim on their own, with or without a heart.

The Witch King tore off the head of the divine dragon, and the dragon, who had one-fifth of Tiamat's divine power, fell completely. The dragon then tried to bite his trophy and take off, but his scarred wings could no longer support his weight, and he fell back onto the deck as soon as he flew up.

The remaining red dragons scattered in a hurry, and they no longer dared to confront the demon dragon.

Under the orders of the Witch King, the Carry Forward Troll will fly to the gravitational equilibrium between the planet Mistara and the Sun, hiding itself with the help of planetary transits. Although this wave of Red Dragons was defeated, the supply base was almost destroyed, and it was impossible to sustain so many people in an uninhabitable moon. What's more, the fleet of the Gisyankees could make a comeback at any time.

After hiding the shadow of the Troll, the Witch King will travel alone to the planet of Mistara. There, he was tasked with countering the prophetic spells of the Mistara mages and dividing a river so that the army could pass through Guò.

Obey that kid one more time, Malik thought to himself, obey him one more time...... Until he reveals all his secrets.

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