Compared to the white dragon, the red dragon is like a newborn baby, and has no power to resist at all.

The ferocious white dragon kept biting and slapping on the red dragon's body, and the red dragon wailed, and soon his body was covered in bruises.

"Come, kill the White Dragon!, quick, kill it!" Wottigan yelled anxiously, the Red Dragon's terrible appearance made his heart ache, he couldn't watch the hope of Wales' rise die in front of him.

The knights plucked up their courage and fired arrows at the white dragon and threw their swords in an attempt to help the red dragon, but their attacks were nothing more than an itch to the strong white dragon.

"Pittman, do it, use your magic, kill it!" Wottigan gripped Pittman's hands tightly, his eyes red and almost mad.

"I'll do my best, Your Majesty. Pittman grimaced.

Damn, that's a legendary creature, a little high-level court mage of his own, what can he do against it.

But he had to try, and everything in front of him was beyond his imagination, and the prophecy of the son of the devil came true.

Pitman chanted a lengthy magic spell, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he prepared the most powerful magic he could unleash at this stage.

"Listen to my call, the power of rock. ”

Huge sharp thorns erupted from the ground, emerging from under the white dragon's belly, piercing its scales.

The white dragon was finally enraged, and the pain drew its hatred to the group of ants in front of it.

It spewed fiery white breath from its mouth, and the knights turned to ashes in the white light, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Pitman was also grazed by Dragon's Breath, and although he tore a defensive scroll in time, the aftermath still shook his mouth and vomited blood.

"Pittman!" Wottigan shouted.

Pitman shook his head with difficulty, "I did my best, Your Majesty. ”

The white dragon refocused on the red dragon, and it tore off pieces of dragon flesh and swallowed them in its mouth, the miserable dragon roaring incessantly, and the dragon's blood pooled into a stream.

The red dragon was dying, and he was about to die at the hands of the white dragon.

The man Votigan had brought in was dead, and only himself, the badly wounded Pittman, and the boy who was watching from the sidelines.

Yes, Merlin!

Votigan suddenly remembered the name, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

"Merlin, you must have a way, don't you? Help me kill the white dragon, you will be the chief astrologer of Wales!"

Merlin looked at the longing Votigan, with a regretful expression on his face, and slowly shook his head: "Your Majesty, I am just a child, and there is no way to kill the white dragon.."

Votigan fell into despair, but Merlin continued, "However, I see from the prophecy that this battle will end with the victory of the Red Dragon...

Merlin turned his head to look at Long Dou, who was already very clear about the situation, and frowned, "Although I don't know how it will be. “

"The Red Dragon will be victorious... Wales boom.." Wotigen muttered in his mouth, and suddenly, a dazzling look burst out of his eyes, and he said with anticipation: "I understand, it must be God, and the power of God will defeat the White Dragon..." I'll see.."

"I'm afraid only God can do it." Pittman, who was on the sidelines, sighed, clearly not holding out hope.

The red dragon can't even make a wail, it is too weak to be the opponent of the white dragon at all, its dragon wings have been broken, the dragon scales are broken, the dragon's blood is flowing for a long time, the vitality is slowly passing, and death is only one step away.

The white dragon raised its head and let out a roar that belonged to the victor, and with the next blow, it was about to end the life of its opponent.

At this moment, a ripple rippled in the void of the dungeon, and a black spatial crack slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was stunned, including the red dragon that was about to die and the white dragon who was blazing fiercely.

"It's God, God has come!" Wottigan cried excitedly, "God bless Wales!"

A tall figure fell from the crack, but his appearance had nothing to do with God.

A strong and slender body, sharp horns, hideous bat wings and a steel whip-like tail, and a handsome but evil face.

Wherever God is, it is clearly the demons of destruction and darkness recorded in the Bible.

Carlo raised his eyes and looked around at the situation, two indigenous humans, two huge lizards, oh no, it looked like a Western dragon, a great demon with mid-level strength, and a beginner, the beginner one seemed to be dying.

On these things alone, he couldn't tell which plane he had descended on.

"Plane side quest: Destroy the forces of heaven, reward 500,000 experience, and 5 million evil values. ”

Carlo was shocked by the generous reward, but he soon realized that it also meant that the Holy See in this plane was much more powerful than he had imagined.

The arrival of Carlo's uninvited guest made the white dragon surprisingly angry, not only because his majesty as a dragon was provoked, but also because it felt a very nasty smell in Carlo, which was the smell of darkness, the sworn enemy of light.

The white dragon let out a huge roar, and opened its mouth to spew out a cloud of dragon breath at Carlo, and the dying red dragon finally had a chance to breathe.

"God.." Votigan stared at Carlo's figure and muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty, that's not a god.." Pitman couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by Votigan, "Shut up, the one who can help Wales defeat the White Dragon is the god of Wales!"

Pittman shook his head helplessly, his king had gone mad.

Before he knew it, Merlin had quietly walked over to the injured Pittman.

"What do you want to do?" a hint of panic flashed in Pittman's eyes, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

With a harmless smile on his face, Merlin leaned down and said softly, "I just want to correct a common sense mistake of yours." ”

Merlin pointed to Carlo who was bathed in dragon breath, and said seriously: "See, that's the demon, as for me..."

Merlin had a sharp dagger in his hand at some point, and it stabbed into Pittman's heart in disbelief, and then stirred twice.

Merlin leaned into Pittman's ear in a very affectionate gesture and said softly in a voice that only he could hear, "You should call me the devil." ”

No one noticed what was happening, and Votigan's attention was all on Carlo as he fought the white dragon.

The battle between the White Dragon and the Red Dragon seems to be repeating itself once again, but this time the White Dragon has replaced the Red Dragon's weakling.

The fierce dragon breath spewed out no effect on Carlo's body, and his whole body was shrouded in crimson flames, and the white light was dispelled instead.

"I haven't eaten dragon meat yet?" Carlo laughed, the bat's wings flapped, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already on the back of the white dragon.

Carlo's sharp five fingers pierced into the white dragon's back like cutting tofu, and the purgatory flames covering his hands burned so much that the white dragon couldn't stop screaming.

Compared to the huge white dragon, Carlo is too flexible, and his strength is already stronger than the white dragon.

Carlo's five fingers were deep in the flesh and blood of the white dragon, and with a sharp force, he dug out a large piece of flesh and skin, and the dragon's blood splashed, and Carlo stuffed the dragon meat into his mouth.

The body of the white dragon, which represents the attribute of light, is soaked in the taste of the divine, and the flesh and blood collide with the dark aura in Carlo's mouth, making a snorting sound, and the throat burns, like drinking spirits.

Carlo laughed fiercely, mixed with the white dragon's groans of pain.

White holy light came out of the white dragon's body, and the injured body slowly recovered, which was its own healing magic.

With a scythe in his hand, Carlo sliced off the white dragon wings like chicken wings, and bright red dragon blood gushed out like a fountain.

The white dragon was dying in an instant.

Votigan looked stupid, and the red dragon, which had recovered a little bit of vitality, arched like a dog into the corner, avoiding Carlo at a distance, his eyes full of fear.

Votigan watched sweating profusely as the white dragon was tortured to the point that it was ten times more miserable than the previous red dragon, and he was no longer sure whether this sudden arrival of a god or a demon would be good or bad for Wales.

Suddenly, the demon turned his head and looked straight at Votigan.

It was a pair of crimson eyes as deep as the night, and Votigen couldn't help but indulge in them...

Three days later, King Wotigan walked out of the dungeon alone. The first thing he did when he came out was to order the tower to be built again, and then instructed his second son, Aurelius, to be the next king, to issue a conscription order, and to declare Merlin Ambrosius as the lifelong royal advisor to Wales.

No one knew where the men who had followed the king into the palace had gone, or who the royal advisor named Merlin was.

The mystery followed King Votigen into the tomb until Merlin himself appeared.