"No, I swear—" Robert fell silent suddenly.

It's the drunken dragonman!, Robert closed his eyes and cursed himself. Of course Ella will send someone to spy on him!

Ella is an important leader of the dragoons, and she is also a ruthless character after the darkness. Naturally, we will not let go of such an excellent opportunity for meritorious service.

Compared to the other men who shared a bed with her, she didn't particularly trust him. What a self-righteous idiot.

She believed that she had a special meaning to her, that she really loved him!

She couldn't love at all—"I'm being followed!" Robert said through gritted teeth.

"You have to trust me. I- I was so careless.

I don't think they can track us into the storm. But I didn't betray you - I swear!"

"We believe in you, Robert. Scarlet Moon walked up to him and looked at Rodrith out of the corner of her eye angrily.

Rodlis didn't say a word, but the corners of his mouth showed contemptuous curves.

Robert avoided his gaze and instead looked intently at the dragons. The behemoths can now be seen clearly.

They saw the astonishing stretch, the long tail swinging behind it, the claws that glistened with a brutal light dangling beneath the huge blue body.

"One of them has a knight on his back. Marstel glanced at the telescope with a solemn expression.

"A knight with a horned mask. ”

"A dragoon. Calamon said uneasily, and everyone knew what that description meant.

The big man looked at Robert gloomily. "You'd better be honest with us, Robert.

If the dragoon will think that you are an officer under his command, then why would he go to such lengths to follow you, or even go out of his way to hunt you down himself?"

Robert stammered and was about to speak, but his voice was drowned out by a muffled, painful roar.

A cry of fear, rage, and rage, similar to that of a beast, took everyone's attention off the dragon.

It came from the direction of the helmsman, and the group put their hands on their weapons and turned to look at the source of the sound.

The crew stopped what they were doing, and Clough stood still, listening to the louder and more frightening noise.

The look of surprise on his beast's face was unbelievable.

Only Aqua remained calm. "Belcleral. She shouted, and began to cross the deck, her fear suddenly making her understand what he was thinking.

She jumped across the deck, but it was too late.

With a frantic, frightened look on his face, Beclerc closed his mouth and looked at the approaching dragon.

Then he screamed again, a howl that froze the minotaur's blood.

Above him, the sails filled the wind with a full swelling force, and the ropes and masts were pulled tightly.

The whole ship was subjected to extreme winds, almost jumping over the oncoming waves, leaving a white foam on its tail.

But the dragon still flew closer and closer.

Aqua was almost running to Berclery's side when he suddenly shook his head like a wounded beast and twisted the steering wheel with all his might.

"No, Beclaire!" Marstel screamed.

Berclery's sudden move caused the boat to swerve violently, and it almost fell to the bottom of the sea.

The hull of the ship shook constantly, and the last mast of the three-masted ship could not withstand such pressure, and snapped and snapped.

Ropes, shards, canvases, and crew fell rain on the deck, and even into a sea of blood.

Clough pulled Aqua away and rescued her from under the collapsed mast.

Calamon grabbed Rodrith with one hand and pushed him down on the deck, shielding him with his body so that the debris would not hit his weakened body.

The crew followed on their knees and walked up to the deck or crashed into the cargo hold. The crowd could hear the sound of cargo loosening below deck. Everybody grabbed the rope – or whatever it could hold on.

One could only watch helplessly as Berclery sailed down the road to hell. The sails flapped like a bird's wings, the ropes relaxed, and the hull floated helplessly.

Although the skilled helmsman may seem a little crazy, he is a sailor after all.

He subconsciously clenched the steering wheel to prevent it from getting out of control. Like a mother caring for a dying child, he slowly guided the ship back into the channel.

The Perichu slowly straightened up, and the sails, which had been limp and weak, were now full of wind again.

The Perichu regained its stability and headed for its new course.

When a gray mist covered the entire ship, everyone realized that even if they had just sunk into the sea, they were much luckier than they were at this moment.

"He's mad! he's going to sail the ship into that eternal storm of the sea of blood!" Marstel struggled to his feet, shouting in a hoarse, barely audible voice.

Clough began to walk towards Belclaire, an iron crow in his hand, and a look of anger on his face.

"No, Clough!" Marstel grabbed him in surprise. "Maybe Berclere is right!

This may be our only chance! The dragons will not dare to follow us into the human storm.

Berclerc has drawn us into this catastrophe, and he is the only helmsman who has the power to take us to escape!

As long as we can stay on the edge—"

Jagged lightning slammed through the gray mist.

The fog lifted, revealing a terrifying sight. Black clouds whistled in the howling wind, green lightning flickered, and the air smelled of sulfur.

The red water rises and falls. White sprays kept appearing on the surface, like foam from the mouth of a dying man.

Everyone couldn't move. They could only stare blankly and marvel at the greatness of the forces of nature.

Then, a gust of wind blew at them. The Perichu was like a toy, thrown up and down by a giant, dropping all sorts of debris.

A torrential rain then fell, and the thunderbolt crashed on the wooden deck, and the gray curtain surrounded them again.

Under Marstel's command, the crew scrambled to repair the remaining sails.

The other group worked desperately, trying to cut down the mast that was shaking wildly.

The sailors kept chopping with axes, cutting all the ropes and causing it to fall into the sea of blood.

The Perichu finally broke free from the mast and slowly straightened it.

Although the Perichu was still being toyed with by the high winds after most of the sails were stowed, it now seemed that even with one sail missing, it still seemed to be able to survive the storm.

This looming crisis had almost made everyone forget about the dragon's existence, and now that they might be able to live a little longer, everyone turned to look at the gray-black clouds and torrential rain behind them.

"Do you think we're getting rid of them?" asked Calamon.

He had a cut on his forehead and was bleeding. There was a painful look in his eyes, but his mind was all on his brother.

Rodrith staggered behind him, without a single wound on his body, so weak that he could barely stand, coughing incessantly.

Robert shook his head solemnly. After scanning the surroundings to make sure no one else was hurt, he motioned for the group to gather.

One by one, they followed the rain across the deck, holding on to the ropes until everyone gathered around the half-elves.

Everyone looked at the rough sea behind them and thought about their own thoughts.

At first they could not see anything, and it was very difficult to see through the strong wind and rain from the side of the ship.

Some sailors even cheered with joy, thinking they had been thrown off.

But Robert looked to the west and knew that only their death would stop the dragoon.

Indeed, the cheers of the crew turned into shouts of surprise as they saw the head of a blue dragon suddenly emerge from the dark clouds, his blood-red eyes full of hatred.

The terrifying blood basin opened wide, revealing Bai Sensen's sharp teeth.

The dragon continued to approach, and even in the midst of such a storm, its wings remained stable. The dragoon will ride on the dragon's back. She had no weapon in her hand, Robert noticed.

She doesn't need weapons, she'll take Bercleral, and her dragon will kill everyone else without mercy. Robert bowed his head, remorseful for his impending fate, for the fact that he was to blame for it.

Then he looked up, and there was one more chance, he thought wildly. Maybe she didn't recognize Belcleral...... She didn't dare kill them all, because she was afraid of hurting him. Robert turned to look at the helmsman, as if the gods were also working against them, and hope was dashed.

The gust of wind blew Bercleral's clothes open.

Even in the midst of this gray storm, Robert could see the emeralds on his chest getting brighter and brighter. Eventually, it became more dazzling than lightning in the sky, becoming a clear sign of the storm. Berclery didn't pay attention.

He didn't even see the dragon. His eyes were only on the storm in front of him, and he slowly drove the ship towards the depths of the sea of blood.

Only two people saw the green gem. None of the others could take their eyes off the massive creature overhead, struggling with the intense fear of the dragon.

Just like a few months ago, Robert saw the gem. Dragoons also saw it.

The eyes behind the metal mask were drawn to the glowing gem, and then the eyes of the dragoon met the eyes of the half-elves standing on the storm-torn deck.

A sudden gust of wind struck the blue dragon.

It swayed slightly, but the eyes of the dragoon on its back didn't move in the slightest.

Robert saw a terrifying future in her brown eyes. The blue dragon will swoop down and grab Belcleral with its claws.

Not only will the dragoon enjoy this moment of victory, but she will then order the blue dragon to kill them all......

The dragon isn't the most terrifying creature, but the shock it gives is unmatched.

The reason why the forces behind the darkness have been able to expand to this point in just a few years is largely due to the excellent combat ability of the dragoons.

The Dragoon is most proud of the strongest dragon legion on the continent - almost no army can compete with him.