The Holy See, which suffered a big loss again, was not discouraged, and continued to add more advanced troops in the subsequent battles, first two powerful four-winged angels, intending to cooperate with Niko and Albert to clean up Elena and Toktan, but they were resisted by the sea monster, and then they added two more, and were stopped by the squint-eyed tyrant.

It wasn't until the Holy See dispatched six four-winged angels and our side also exposed the big mosquitoes that they had to stop this competition in the number of masters, and honestly shrank all the fleets into a dozen large ports. Actually, this is not a symmetrical war, because the bottom line of the Holy See has long been conveyed to me by Athena in a special way.

Athena's intelligence indicates that the Celestial Realm intends to launch an attack of unprecedented proportions, commanded by an eight-winged angel named Bit, the direct boss of the Seven Celestial Generals. However, for various reasons, the time for the Heavenly Realm to launch a war was not ripe enough, so they did not plan to blatantly send the Angel Legion to the continent to show off their might, that would undoubtedly be announcing to their opponents that they were going to make a move.

The birdmen of the heavenly realm don't really like to engage in stupid things like declaring war, they are very practical, and they can't wait to kill them until they reach someone's door, and people don't know about it. Therefore, their actions on the mainland are very low-key and secretive. Dispatching a few four-winged angels is already their limit, and if this is not possible, then they are willing to choose patience, and they will not easily expose any other intentions.

With this information in hand. Naturally, I am not afraid of any tricks played by the Holy See, so I am confident and bold to let the Seventh Princess cause trouble. Of course, just in case, I sent the Panda family to her command ship, and with them, the Seraphim came to the service. I can resist it.

In this way, the Seventh Princess Leng relied on her command skills to harass her with a dozen ironclad warships and some wooden warships, and arrogantly blocked the huge fleet of the Holy See in the harbor for a whole year. Hundreds of thousands of people, thousands of warships, large and small, were beaten by a girl with tens of thousands of troops blocking the door, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to go out! When the Pope mentioned this, he was so angry that he wanted to cry!

Over the course of the year, the commander-in-chief of the Holy See fleet changed three times. Whether it was recommended by the two empires or selected by the Holy See, without exception, all of them were gorgeously defeated at the hands of the Seven Princesses. Of course, the Pope couldn't do it at all, so the three guys simply wiped their necks.

So the question of the selection of the fourth commander was again put in front of everyone. This time, no one dared to be promoted, and in fact, no one dared to hold this very dangerous position, and in the eyes of these generals, challenging the myth of the undefeated Seven Princesses was really an impossible task.

But the position can't be empty for a long time? Under the pressure of the Pope, the people below hurried to find someone, and the result was. Whoever is sick, who is injured, in just a few days, all the more suitable candidates are basically lying in bed.

And none of these guys are fake, who dares to fake with the Pope? So whether they are injured or sick, all of them are real, and even if the cardinals come to see them, they really can't get up. Nevertheless. They still showed too obvious flaws, how could there be more than a dozen people crawling down the ground together? As long as they are not idiots, who can believe it?

The Pope is naturally not an idiot, so he reacted immediately, was immediately furious, forcibly pulled everyone in, and then asked the experts of the Inquisition to examine the injuries and list their methods of fraud one by one. Leng is to make these guys speechless. Since their injuries and illnesses were real, they really couldn't go to war anymore, so the Pope simply used them as a negative teaching material and sent them to the Inquisition for cultivation.

Then His Majesty the Pope made a decision that surprised everyone, and that was to promote a mysterious man to the post of commander-in-chief of the fleet. The reason why he is mysterious is that this person is wrapped in a special military uniform from top to bottom, has a mask on his face, and even wears gloves on his hands all the time.

His voice has also undergone a special treatment, so that others cannot recognize his age or even gender. And he didn't even have a name, and everyone, including the Pope, called him His Excellency the Commander. Although no one else knows who this mysterious person is, the two super big eyeliners planted by the poor road are not decorations, and they still dug out his roots quickly through various means.

This person's name is Xia Xia, and he is a high-talent student who has just graduated from the Holy Capital Advanced Demon Martial Academy. After graduating, he used his family connections to meet the Pope directly, and had a secret meeting with the Pope, and soon after, he began to be respected by the Pope, rising through the ranks until he became the commander-in-chief of the fleet. The reason why the Pope asked him to pretend to be a mysterious man was nothing more than a trick to disguise his age. The main fear is that the people in the navy will look at him young and rise up with contempt.

Obviously, this guy is the master who sabotaged my assassination plan. Moreover, he is also an acquaintance whom I have met several times, and his father is the glorious Tiger King Sisil who was defeated at my hands. This gentleman has always been raised under the influence of his father, inherited Prince Sissel's open-minded thinking ability and indomitable personality, and is a talent trained by His Royal Highness the Prince with a lifetime of painstaking efforts. A typical tiger father has no dog son.

However, although His Royal Highness understands that his child is a rare talent, he knows even more about my terribleness, and he knows one thing very well, that is, if West Asia fights me on the battlefield, there is only one way to die. Therefore, in order to protect West Asia's life, he forced West Asia to break away from the Carter royal family and let him go to the holy capital to develop.

It's a pity that the world doesn't last long, and West Asia seems destined to be our enemy. Of course, in addition to the arrangement of fate, this is also his own choice. It seems that Sia has not forgotten me for a moment as an enemy who killed my father, and if he hadn't been paying attention to me and the situation on the mainland, I am afraid that he would not have seen through my plan, and he would not have been able to use the assassination incident to achieve his own career.

Just when Poor Dao got the news. Sia has officially taken office, and a dragon battle is about to be staged between him and the Seven Princesses. At the same time, the whole continent is also paying attention to the news on the sea, and people are vying to discuss whether the mysterious man promoted by the Pope himself will break the myth of invincibility, or the Valkyrie will continue to write the glory.

But I am destined not to watch this good show, because the troublesome people who troubled me have returned. She appeared before me on a fiery red metal dragon. In order to bring her treasure to show off to me, she flew all the way back without directly using a heart-to-heart spell.

But don't really say it. The metal dragon that Forget Worry rode back looks really good. The appearance is exactly the same as that of a serious dragon, except that it is covered in metal, and the streamlined appearance is smooth and shiny, without scales. Its wings can be spread out about 30 meters, and its height is more than 10 meters. I guess if it were solid, how could it be more than 100 tons? Such a heavy thing can fly. And the movements are quite flexible, which is a miracle!

Forget Worry very proudly complimented me on a whole host of benefits for this dragon, fast flying, a little worse than a real dragon, but limited. Powerful. It's several times more than the serious dragon clan. The defense is even more perverted, and even if the outside is broken, as long as the skeleton is not damaged, it can be replaced with a new skin like changing clothes. And then go on fighting.

However, they also have weaknesses, one is that their magic ability is very poor, not to mention compared to the dragons. I'm afraid that even ordinary eight- and nine-level demonic beasts can't compare. It will only spit out a basin-sized fireball, and its power is only similar to that of the tenth-level spell of the human Grand Magister, which is too weak for the dragon clan.

The other is that their sustained combat effectiveness is relatively low, because their bodies are too heavy, and it takes a lot of energy to fly and fight, so after fighting for several hours in a row, they have no strength to move their bullets. In addition to artificially delivering mana, the method of replenishing energy is to soak that special molten metal. After about an hour, they will be able to fully recover and continue fighting.

The last drawback, of course, is the cost and keel source. In order to create a metal bone dragon, one must obtain a real bone dragon, a powerful undead creature summoned from the corpses of dragons. The bone dragon that Kerry summoned before only relied on the bone body that he had condensed with his magic power, so his combat power was not very strong. The real bone dragon is an absolute ninth-level high-level demonic beast, very strong.

The Forgotten Metal Dragons were made from real bone dragons that Breek had bought from the underworld, and the goblins had paid a lot of money for their research. Even if they are idle in the underworld, no one wants to betray such a strong subordinate. In addition to the fact that bone dragons are expensive, the molten metal needed to make them is also ridiculously expensive.

Anyway, after reading the formula that Forget Worry gave me, Poor Dao felt dizzy. There are hundreds of materials on it, and almost all the materials I know are more expensive than the other, except for the underworld specialties that I don't know. Not only are the quantities of ordinary fine iron, silver and gold staggering, but even rare materials like Secret Silver, Magic Crystal, and Adamantite Gold are needed.

Poor Dao roughly estimated that the cost of a metal dragon would cost no less than 500,000 gold coins on the materials I knew, not counting the materials of the bone dragon and the underworld, as well as labor costs. If you count it all, how much will it cost? Poor Dao had no choice but to wipe his cold sweat and said, "It's expensive! It's too expensive! I can't afford it!"

"But it's worth the price!" Forget Worry said with a smile, "His combat power is not much worse than that of the dragon clan, and you can buy a dragon to summon at will for a little money, what a cost-effective thing!"

"You need to spend magic crystals to use him, right?" said with a wry smile, "If we use it in batches, I'm afraid that just using the money once can cause a country's treasury to collapse." ”

"You only need it when you use it continuously, and if you use it only once, there is no need to replenish it quickly. They are still undead creatures, creatures that can cultivate and evolve on their own. We don't have to worry about that!" Forget said with a smile.

"But where are you going to get the bone dragon?" Poor Dao suddenly flashed a chill on his back, and asked tremblingly, "Dear wife, are you going to ask me to steal the dragon's graveyard?"

"Why not?" Forget Worry said with a smile: "Don't forget, in addition to the countless dragon bones, there are also a lot of dragon spirit grasses that can be taken, aren't you tempted?"

"This~" Poor Dao said that if he is not moved, it must be fake, not to mention anything else, a single dragon spirit grass is enough to make me tempted, this low-level elixir has no effect on me, but it is of great help to those ordinary people, such as the two princesses of ice and fire. Their talent is already high, if there is dragon spirit grass to eat, hehe, it is really no Zhila!

"Don't do this or that, are you going?" Seeing that I hesitated, I urged again: "I heard that you have been to Dragon Island, so based on your memory, it is unlikely that you will forget the location of it so quickly, right?"

"I have a good relationship with the Dragon Clan, and they also sent the friendship of the Dragon Clan to me, you said that you did it to your friends, is it too lazy?" Poor Dao smiled bitterly: "Besides, the matter of stealing graves and digging graves is too dirty, people of my identity, but I will never be able to do it, shame, shame, I can even lose my master's people cleanly, let him know that the old man must expel me from the door." ”

"Cut! Are you the three evils? We were looking for ancient ruins everywhere, and many of them were tombs, didn't you take less things?" Forget worry smiled: "Why did you become a saint here?" Let's restore our true colors of the three evils, those low-level reptiles are not worthy of being friends with a strong person of our level. Let them know what a stupid thing it is to bring the three evils into their own homes!"

"Don't do it!" Poor Dao replied: "I make friends and make friends, I think that although the guys of the dragon clan are arrogant and arrogant, they are quite real, at least their hearts are not bad, and they have helped me a lot." I must not dig up their ancestral graves, that would be an insult not only to them, but also to myself!"

"Forget it, I am afraid that I will never understand the way of thinking of you Orientals!" Forget Worry shrugged and said: "However, I want bone dragons, many, many bone dragons, you go and get them for me." It doesn't matter if you're digging graves or something else, in short, you're going to get me three thousand bone dragons in half a year, and of course, the corresponding materials. ”

"Isn't it?" Poor Dao hurriedly shouted: "Protest, this task is too difficult, the keel will change stones after a long time, then there is no chance to be a bone dragon." So, I'm afraid there aren't so many suitable dragon bones in the Dragon Graveyard?"

"Protest is ineffective!" "If you can't get the dead, you will kill the living, in short, you must get it! Otherwise, hum~! If you don't put some pressure on you, you won't play your potential at all." I believe that this little thing will not bother you, come on!"