"Bunuaz is one of the Elder Dragons, brutal and withdrawn by nature!

"Hmph, the dragon god's watchdog. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is so arrogant now, I knew I should have split it in half with a sword!"

"Yes, you're the god of rage, and it's easy to kill it in a fit of rage. But we're just spirits in time!"

"It's disgusting that you can't use the slightest strength!"

"Hehe, at least you're still conscious. When this war is over, we're really gone, and we're going to be left with nothing! Are you afraid?"

"Blazer, are you kidding? I'm Karl, the god of wrath, and I'm afraid?"

"Okay! Great! Then be patient, sooner or later the dragon will be defeated, and then its master will appear, and our final prologue will begin!"

Feathered wings paced restlessly back and forth in the courtyard. The high-pitched dragon groans, bursts of shouts, and various unknown explosions in the distance made her uneasy. Of course, she couldn't hear the communication between the two gods, so she couldn't understand why Saarion and Bex were standing motionless in such a tense moment, so she could only keep telling herself that they had to do it for a reason.

Morgan was still on the tower, staring intently at the dragon, but his left hand was already on the crossbow, and his right hand was on the trigger of the crossbow. Nervous and excited, he mentally kept estimating the distance, and once the dragon was in the right position, he would pull the trigger. Right now, the dragon is destroying the city's buildings, while the deadly flame is chasing down all the living creatures that move. There was a loud noise from under the tower, and the retreating human soldiers had begun to pass by one after another, indicating that the demon dragon was not far from the location of the tower.

Chief Garrison Officer Kuwan climbed the stairs at a rapid pace, and the place where he usually reached the top in three times and divided by two seemed so far away. His movements were as agile as ever, but beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and the image of the conversation with the Grand Magus Rocky was repeated in his heart.

"Kuvan, I've found a way to fight the dragon!

"Old Dean Rocky, what am I going to do?"

"Iron! Metal! Immune to his fighting spirit! When we use large war weapons to contain it in the gap between our magic attacks, maybe we can find a chance to defeat the Demon Dragon!"

"However, our war bolts have hit it before, but they have no effect!"

"The Dragon Society's use of Dou Qi itself is not logical, I believe that it was forcibly instilled with the concept of Dou Qi by some powerful force, and the purpose is to target our Magi. Although it is easy to break the magic, judging from the fact that the iron weapon is immune, this fighting spirit is not absolutely invincible. While it's using Fighting Energy, there's a good chance that its physical defense will be lowered, which is something we can't try at the moment. ”

"I see, I'll attack the demon dragon with war crossbow arrows when it uses its fighting energy!"

After ending his conversation with Rocky, Kuvan ordered the group to retreat, but instead ran to a white circular building in the city. Upon the rooftop, there was a war bolt. This war crossbow bolt is facing the main gate of Meicheng, and it is specially prepared to kill the enemy who breaks through the gate. The gates, which had not been breached by the enemy for decades, also made the war bolt look a little worn, and Kuwan quickly configured it, hoping that it could have the desired effect at the critical moment.

Pulling on the safety latch, attaching the iron-tipped giant crossbow bolt, and tightening the ballistic rope, Kuwan turned the alignment gear, aiming at the magic dragon to adjust the best attack angle of the war crossbow arrow. As the chief garrison officer of Merdes City, Cuvan has been conscientious for decades, knows all the military deployments in the city well, uses all weapons of war, and has an honest and bold personality, which makes him as loved by the military and civilians of the city as the city lord Boris. Here, he wants to dedicate his strength to Mei Cheng again, even if he understands that he is likely to be torn apart and shattered by the demon dragon's fighting spirit, he will not hesitate to do the same.

The flames from Bunuaz's mouth still rage in the city, and the raging fire has burned nearly thirty percent of the buildings in the city. The dragon had already entered the range of the war bolts, and Kuwan held his breath, waiting intently for the best time to fire the bolts.

Sure enough, the magic of the archmages once again forced the dragon to unleash his fighting spirit. It grinned with a bloody mouth full of sharp fangs, its wings fully open, its hind limbs touching the ground, and its front paws resting on its chest. The air distorted by the fighting spirit continued to spread from the demon dragon's body. Kuvan felt the pain of all his skin that was not protected by his armor like a knife, and the wooden body of the war bolt was already cracking, and he could even smell the wood dust. Kuwan's eyebrows were like blades, his eyes locked on the dragon's heart, and after careful fine-tuning, the safety latch was pulled by him, and the bolt left the missile and shot quickly at the dragon.

The moment the crossbow bolt left, the wooden crossbow body could not withstand the tearing of the fighting spirit and disintegrated, and the bolt of the crossbow turned into powder at the same time, but the iron arrow still did not change direction. Under the light of the midday sun, the arrows in the sky reflect a dazzling light. The people in the distance stopped, looking at the black meteor-like arrows, and at the same time saw the white building rooftops where the crossbow bolts were fired, and a majestic man stood there with righteousness.

Kuwan's face was covered in blood at this time, and his vindictive spirit tore through many of his skin. He didn't show a painful expression because of the pain, on the contrary, the corners of his mouth curled, and a smile appeared on his face. Because he's not the only one who bleeds, it's the howling dragon!

The iron sagile shot into Bunuaz's heart with precision, and dragon's blood flowed down the wound like a thick line. I don't know if it was because of pain or anger, the huge dragon head kept swaying left and right, its wings flapping up and down irregularly, and its front paws had returned to the ground, and swayed with its hind limbs to support the dragon's body. The fighting qi that was scattering was sucked back into the demon dragon's body in an instant.

"That armor, it's Master Kuwan!" someone in the crowd recognized the man with a bloody face.

"When the fighting spirit is issued, it is the time when the demon dragon's defense is the weakest, and the iron can deal damage to it. Standing on the rooftop, he shouted to everyone in as loud a voice as he could, "We have no way back, everyone take courage... ”

"Hahahaha!" came an empty laugh, interrupting Kuwan's speech. "Ridiculous mortal, do you think you can win this way?"

No matter who said this, you could clearly feel his evil and hostility. Kuvan watched warily, searching for the source of the sound, and finally targeted the demon dragon Buñuaz. At this time, the dragon was no longer staggering everywhere, it was steady, its wings folded back on its back, the dragon's head was facing the white building, and its eyes glared at Kuwan viciously.

The tension was so powerful that if it weren't for years of experience in licking blood with a knife head as a mental support, Kuwan would definitely be so frightened that he would sit on the ground. He felt every nerve in his body tense, and his legs began to tremble. Then the reason for this situation was not because he was alone in staring at the demon dragon, but because of the protruding figure in the center of the dragon's head.