On the deck, two silly boys braved the cold wind and repeated the boring sword swinging action again and again, as if they were fighting against an invisible enemy in the air, in fact, the cold is also the warriors' biggest enemy at present. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What the hell! I didn't do anything, and I have to be punished with you!" said Hunn angrily as he swung his sword, his bulky coat restricting the movement of his joints, making his movements look clumsy and stiff, but the fear of the cold kept him from abandoning this last line of defense.

"Speaking of that dress, I have no mobility!" Regulus seemed to want to change the subject, and by the way, he used Hune to support his point, "It's only three hours, and it's gone soon!"

"I'm not an 'ice ghost', I just think it's a little cold, I'm freezing to death!"

In the cabin, York looked at the two figures in the cold wind outside the window without saying a word, as if he saw his former self.

York had joined the Knights of Light ten years earlier, and it had only taken him eight years to become the deputy commander, which was already a quick time for him who was only eighteen years old when he joined. And Dan Ke, who joined the regiment two years earlier, only took five years to become the head of the regiment. York was always praised for his youthfulness and promisingness, simply because Danko was already a god-like worship.

Danko was always ahead of him.

When did the chasm between himself and Danko be? Maybe from the beginning, no, from the beginning of the previous life, right?" York thought to himself. In the hometown where he was born, people believe in reincarnation and fate, and think that the entanglement in the past life will continue to the next life, is Dan Ke already far away from himself in the previous life? No, York told himself that he can't believe in fate, distance is used to shorten, genius is used to surpass, although Dan Ke is far superior to himself in terms of command, adaptability, or combat power, although he has more experience and experience, but as long as he works hard to seize the opportunity, there should always be a day to catch up with him. If Dan Ke hadn't gone to the west to carry out a mission, he wouldn't be the one standing in this position at this moment, this is an opportunity to prove himself and prove that his leadership will not be inferior to him!

Since the break with Miller five years ago, the kingdom has been paying attention to Miller's movements, according to the reports of the spies lurking in Miller, Miller seems to have been conducting some experiments, and can often see strange lights enveloping the entire island, but two years ago, the kingdom's communication with all the sleepers was interrupted, and I am afraid that everything has happened. And the instructions he received on that special mission to the Sanctuary two years ago also gave him a sense of foreboding, and this expedition became more and more confusing, York thought to himself.

The night, unusually silent, eerily quiet.

Most of the soldiers drank and had fun in the cabins, with only a few soldiers carrying torches in vain to fight the darkness. Sam, who had only become a recruit half a year ago, was shivering at the bow of the ship, the torch in his hand reflecting the fear on his face. He hadn't told anyone the fact that he was afraid of the dark before, and letting him patrol in the middle of the sea in the far north in this dark and terrifying night was the most cruel torture to him. I knew that it would be better to honestly confess that I was afraid of the dark and let them laugh, Sam thought to himself, no, maybe even if he said it, it wouldn't change anything, maybe he would make more jokes......

"Just pass this eerily calm night!" Sam muttered to himself.

And he got his wish. However, it was not the night, but the calm was no more.

Without warning, there was a thick fog on the sea, so thick that people could barely see each other, so thick that it was oppressive, and it was so thick that it was weird. If you change the situation, you may feel like you are in a fairyland, but in this extremely cold night, you will be in the abyss.

York stepped out of the cabin and closed his eyes, trying to enhance his perception. He couldn't feel a single movement of air. However, at this time, there were waves on the sea. "Everyone, be vigilant!" York ordered everyone to be on guard, but the warriors who had just hurriedly put on their equipment and came out of the cabin could only hear the commander's voice and could not see the commander's position. The fleet was forced to stop moving forward so as not to rush into an unknown crisis or collide with each other.

The mist in the air, as if conscious, exudes an icy aura, penetrating into everyone's pores, bones, and hearts, making people shudder. Faced with this situation, not only can recruits who have not experienced combat be nervous and scared, even veterans who have been in battle for a long time will feel uneasy. Fear, a thick fog spreads fear in everyone's heart, fear of the unknown. York held his breath, but it seemed that the hand holding the sword had become numb from the cold.

Regulus had already rushed to the bow of the ship through the fog, and he looked at the foggy night sky. The night was still silent, and there was no starry sky, no moon, no soldiers' faces, and no fate ahead. It was surprisingly quiet, and there were no signs of danger at all, but sometimes, no warning was the most dangerous sign. Out of the corner of his eye, he faintly saw a red figure piercing the night sky, and when he stared wide to see clearly, he found that the figure had disappeared again. Everyone held their breath as the waves crashed against the hull of the ship with the only sound in the night. Maybe he was mistaken, Regulus thought, but his instincts told him that he had definitely seen something.

York's combat experience also made him aware of the anomaly, and he looked at the night sky and gave the battle order: "Everyone get ready for battle, something is coming!" and then clenched the silver sword in his hand.

"It's coming!" I heard a sharp sound of something in the air cutting through the air, the sound was getting closer and closer, louder and louder, more and more urgent...... "bang", the thing crashed straight into York, but was blocked by York with a sword, York didn't take the time to study what was bumped into, and without hesitation, he swung his sword and slashed, a cry that seemed to be an animal's pain, and with the sound of tearing skin, the thing became halved and fell to the ground.

When everything seemed to be calm again, the warriors touched the direction of the sound that the thing made when it landed, and when they looked closer, they saw that the thing was blood-red, half a man tall, with a long flat head like a lizard, a mouth full of sharp fangs that seemed to bite off a person's neck as soon as it was closed, slender ears stood on top of the head, a pair of large wings on the back resembled bats, and two front paws were very large, as if they could easily twist off a human head, but the two hind paws were extremely atrophied, perhaps in order to achieve its high-altitude hunting, such an evolutionary direction was chosen. The thing was cut in half by York's sword from the waist, and the section was constantly oozing green liquid, which was very dense and slow, and the green color made people look disgusting, probably the "blood" of the thing.

"What kind of monster is this?!" Not to mention that the recruits had never seen it, even the veterans had never heard of it, and the fear caused by this monster spread in the hearts of every warrior who saw it, and the warriors who had not seen the monster became even more uneasy because of the commotion ahead.

"Is this ......?" Yorke was startled, as if he knew something, but before he could get a chance to sort out the information, a large shrill scream and the sound of the monster swooping down through the air rang out in the night sky. "Attention, everybody!!" York said loudly.

Here they are. Piercing through the fog hit.

Before the recruit Sam could understand what was happening, the next second he found himself flying high in the air, he was being carried by a huge claw on his head, and before he could see the messenger flying with him, he began to fall down again - the monster threw him to the surface.

Lucky for Sam, he fell into the bitterly cold sea of the Far North. The other fighters weren't so lucky. Screams continued to pierce through the fog, and the warriors were either slashed by their throats with claws, or grabbed by monsters and thrown back to the deck, leaving for another world without even seeing the enemy.

Damn, isn't that the "monster" recorded in ancient books, "Akea"!?

Akea is a ferocious dragon-like monster that only exists on the Alcatraz Island of the Dark Abyss, and they are not strong in the individual abilities of the beasts, but once they gather, they can be several times more powerful, and they are able to increase their numbers by splitting themselves in times of crisis. Alcatraz was formed before the First Age, the reason for the birth of Warcraft is not known for the time being, legend has it that the control of Alcatraz is the twelve demon gods, who once waged a war against the Elven Empire outside the island in the First Age (including Yaquika), trying to make the demons control the world, but was somehow stopped by the Nine Holy Spirits, and then the Warcraft and the Demon Gods never appeared in the world again.

This is what York learned when he was studying in the Knights, and there have been many rumors about Warcraft before, but most people don't take this legend seriously, and most people think that it is just a story compiled by the ruling class to confuse the world, and York once thought so, but since he returned from the Sanctuary he has completely changed the way he looks at the world. Now, the monster has reappeared, and York realizes the seriousness of the situation.

Could it be that Miller and the devil ...... No, it's not certain if they're related to demons, but the information from that trip to the Sanctuary may have something to do with it. York thought to himself.

York looked at the night sky, the fog still shrouded everything, if you don't find a way to disperse the fog, the battle will continue to be passive, and if it continues like this, sooner or later the whole army will be annihilated.

The only way to do this is to turn to "Moni" for help. York thought to himself.

York slashed all the way through by feeling, and found the adjutant Gaka with difficulty in the thick fog, and ordered: "This place will be handed over to you for the time being, try to protect the warriors!"

"My lord, do you want to ......?"

"Well, it's time to show the true strength of the Knights of Light!

York closed his eyes after speaking, and began to chant some incantation in his mouth, which did not seem to be any kind of language known to people, and after the incantation was recited, he saw that York clenched his fists, and the whole person was shaking, and the wooden plank under his feet began to make a cracking sound, as if there was some energy stored in his body that was about to explode. He pointed to the sky and let out a roar, and the roar resounded through the sky, and even the sky was shaken by the sound, and a circle of energy that seemed to be sound waves spread, and the warriors and demons who were fighting each other were stunned by the sudden sound, and Regulus was also full of question marks.

"What's going on, sir?" Regulus asked his comrades as he dodged a few Yakika's air strikes. He had a few scratches on his body, but it was fine.

"Looks like he's calling for something!" Shein gasped, he wasn't as lucky as Regulus, his face was covered in blood, a few small pieces of flesh had been stripped of his body, and the blood had stained his undershirt, but he was still alive.

"Looks like our reinforcements are coming! we've got something to see!" Karl seemed to have understood everything, "It's been a dream of mine to join the Knights of Light, and seeing what they brought back five years ago has made my desire to join the Order even more urgent!"

"Look, it's so thick with fog, I can't even see what you look like!" Oliver kicked away a Yaquika's corpse, wiping the blood and sweat from his face.

As he was talking, suddenly a golden beam of light broke through the fog and rushed into the air, which turned out to be the tip of York's sword, and York put down the sword above his head and said to himself, "This should be fine." ”

On the sea, Sam, who fell into the water, finally climbed onto a piece of ice floe, but fortunately, there are no more winds and waves on the sea now, and it is relatively calm. Sam was soaking wet, and his coat froze into ice in a few moments, and every drop of water on his body seemed to turn into ice picks that pierced into his bones.

Instead of being killed by the monster, he was going to freeze to death, Sam thought to himself. Looking at the corpses of warriors and monsters floating on the sea around him, Sam experienced the brutality of war for the first time, and now the night was nothing to fear him. He heard a loud roar, saw a strange beam of light, thought that something else would come out of nowhere, he took off his frozen coat and thought about how to get back to the ship, looking at the chaos that no one would notice his presence.

"Why don't you just wait, you might get killed by the monster when you get back to the boat, and you might be able to escape by lying here and pretending to be dead......," Sam muttered to himself, and lay down on the ice. He didn't know what the cold was, his senses were numb, and he felt like he was lying on a warm bed.

The bed was too warm, Sam had a smile on his face, he felt that this was the most comfortable moment of his life, he couldn't tell what was a hallucination and what was reality, he seemed to see a huge gray figure passing through the air through the gap in the thick fog, until the figure let out a loud roar, Sam still felt that he was dreaming - these days of sailing, these monsters, all this is just a dream, maybe tomorrow when he wakes up he will find himself still in Laconia's tent. But the roar woke him up, and he sat up sharply, realizing that he almost couldn't wake up just now, and he couldn't help but shiver from the bottom of his heart. He had just thought of Laconia, the place where he had become a recruit, and remembered that there was a self-righteous Sir Hoyle, and he wondered if the bastard had died as expected.

The roar of the figure was somewhat similar to the roar made by York before, which made the sky, the sea, and everyone's hearts tremble, and many warriors began to feel more uneasy, thinking that some monster was coming.

"It's finally here!" York looked in the direction where the roar came, and from his eyes he could see that he couldn't hold back his excitement and joy at the moment, and the whole person seemed to be a hundred times more energetic than usual. York's incantation seemed to have been used to amplify his voice, and he responded to the figure in the sky in a language that ordinary people could not understand, and the voice resounded through the sky, and the warriors could hear it clearly, though they could not understand it.

Suddenly, a strong flash of fire lit up the night sky, and the warriors noticed that the light seemed to emanate from the mysterious gray figure, as if in response to York's words. York then uttered a few more words that seemed to be very brief in that language, and when he had finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew in the air, and the wind howled, and at the same time blew away the fog, and the warriors were finally able to see for the first time the situation of the battle, and to see the enemy they were facing, and to see the mysterious gray figure—a gray dragon hovering in the air, and it turned out that the hurricane of its great wings had blown away the fog.

"Is that the dragon?"

For the people of today, not many people have seen a real dragon anymore, and for the people of Vasilian, in addition to the images in the legends and the pictures in the books, only the giant dragon skull in the main hall of the Shining Star Castle can be used as a source of divergent imagination. Dragons have been missing from most people's sight for hundreds of years, and although there are occasional sightings of dragons, most of the time they are considered to be eyewitness hallucinations or a joke - most people think dragons are extinct. Dragons are not extinct, but the number is no longer as large as the legend, legend has it that five hundred years ago there was a "dragon slayer", when the dragons frequently attacked humans, their absolute strength and ferocity brought a lot of losses to people, and this "dragon slayer" As if he had mastered the means of destroying dragons, he slain countless dragons, causing many dragons to fade out of sight, he was revered as a hero, but he quickly disappeared from people's sight, and no one knew his identity, and later people began to wonder if this legend was as real as the dragon.

But in the Knights of Light, the predecessor of the Knights of Light was founded 800 years ago, and it is said that the god of war Marrus founded an organization on earth with the purpose of protecting mankind, and later slowly evolved into the current Knights of Light. The Knights have passed down a mysterious skill from generation to generation - the art of dragon control, they can make the dragon bend to the will of mankind, become the mount and combat tool of mankind, the past knights have ridden dragons many times, leaving the legend of "dragon knight" for future generations, but those legends have slowly evolved into people's after-dinner jokes, because the dragon has disappeared for hundreds of years, not many people can associate these legends with the current knights. After joining the Knights, York also learned the art of dragon control passed down by generations of knights, and five years ago, they learned the exact information about dragons, and in order to put this secret art into practice, Danko led many key members of the Knights to the place that they later called "Dragon Island". No one knew what they had encountered on that island, but a few days later some of them were lucky enough to witness the dozen or so ugly little things that the Order had brought back from time to time, and Karl was one of those witnesses.

The dragon let out a low roar from time to time, and it slowly circled and descended above York's head, and finally landed on the deck with a "thud", and the impact of its fall on the ship shook the warriors standing around them off balance, and they were so frightened by the thing that they took a few steps back, for fear that they might accidentally become the ghost of its mouth. The dragon's massive body took up almost the entire deck, and it bowed its head meekly before York, making it impossible to associate it with the ferocious beast of legend, and the warriors were speechless to see that the commander could tame even such a ferocious beast, and at the same time saw hope for the battle to come.

Only then did the warriors notice that the red monsters that had been constantly attacking before were now all over the sky, densely like the red trim on a black robe, and the moon was like the button on the robe, embellished with this natural work of art. Those Yakika seemed to have stopped their attacks at the moment due to the sudden visit of the dragon Moni, and formed an arc in the sky, surrounding the dozens of warships below, watching viciously everything below.

"Moni, long time no see!" York approached the dragon and touched its drooping head, the only words the warriors had understood after listening to York for so long.

York grabbed the dragon's scales with one hand, climbed onto the dragon's back with all his might, he put the silver sword in the scabbard at his waist, and pulled out the spear behind his back, "Smoor!"

"There's going to be a fierce battle next!" Facing the demons in front of him, York knew he couldn't let up.

It seems necessary to inform the regiment commander of the current situation and inferences, and this is not the "moment" that was indicated. Thinking so, York pointed his spear into the air, and a golden ball of light appeared, flying towards the southwest.

"Now, let's start clearing the skies!" the dragon seemed to have a psychic connection with York, who simply stroked his hand on its back, and understood York's intentions - it rushed towards the large red patch, spewing out a breath of flame, sending a large number of Aquicas into the sea. The cold wind like a ghost's breath blew from afar, and the terrifying aura brought by the demon lingered among the warships, rushing into the hearts of every warrior, and the counterattack of York and the dragon was like a meter of sunshine in winter, melting the hearts of the warriors frozen by fear, and rekindling their fighting spirit. The dragon flapped its wings, causing several Yakika to lose their balance due to the strong wind and crash to the surface, and before Yakika could take off again, he was chopped to pieces by the warriors who surrounded him.

York brandished his spear, the tip of which collided with the monster's rough fur in an unusually crisp sound, and there was a faint whisper in the sound, but the content of the words could not be heard. York unleashed several flashes of light with his spear, and all the monsters that were hit were blown to pieces - this is the power of the spell.

In Vasilian, there are only two types of people who can skillfully use spells: the knights of the Knights of the Light, which is their daily compulsory subject, and the people of the "Kingdom Church". Spells have been discriminated against and feared for a long time before, and it is said that the former archbishop was blown into blood when he was experimenting with spells, and people believed that this power was demonic and too dangerous, so the mage profession had no future in this country. In the past, the Knights were able to use only a few sporadic skills to assist in combat, and it is not known whether the "Dragon Control Technique" passed down from generation to generation is one of them, and six years ago, through the efforts and popularization of knowledge by the current archbishop for many years, the Knights finally accepted his willingness to teach spells, and set several types of spells designated by him as compulsory subjects within the Knights, and the knights enhanced their combat ability through the study of spells, and later went to the legendary Sanctuary to pursue more advanced power.

Before leaving, the archbishop's kid had been telling me not to use spells at will, and the current situation should not require any advanced spells, as long as these subckas are the ones I know, there is no problem in solving them. York thought to himself.

But are these subquecas really what York knew?

York continued to unleash various slashes of golden light from the tip of the spear, these ferocious monsters became vulnerable in front of him and Moni, and fell from them before they could get close to them, as the number of Yakika continued to decrease, the uneasiness in York's heart began to slowly wane, "It seems that this battle is won!"

When there was not much left of the Yakika, as York learned during his studies in the Knights, they began to split. According to ancient texts, the monster Akika will increase its strength by splitting itself in times of crisis, but when Yakika splits, it will lose the ability to defend against attacks, and will constantly twitch and scream, and the duration of the division is long, so as long as you seize the gap between their splits, you can completely annihilate them.

With the information he knew, York did not hesitate to urge the dragon to rush forward, but at this moment, the Yaquika who was about to split suddenly emitted a strange purple light, and the light seemed to suddenly burst out from their bodies, spreading out in a circle, and Moni was disturbed by the light, as if he felt uncomfortable, and stopped acting the moment he made contact with the aperture.

"This is?!" York, who was on the dragon's back, startled, but there was more to the anomaly than that.

Instead of the book's twitching and slow splitting, they just let out a roar that doubled in number. York continued to unleash various slashes with his spear, but Yakika proliferated far faster than he could destroy monsters.

Why, why are these subakikas' abilities so far from what they are? Is it a mistake in the data? I don't have time to think about this, it's really endless. York thought to himself.

Surrounded by Yorke and the dragons, the Yakika roared and roared, baring their fangs and saliva at the corners of their mouths, as if they couldn't wait to tear the two enemies in front of them to shreds and feast on them.

Only then did York notice that the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, the brass-colored eyes that should have been evil had now turned the same purple as the strange light, and the terrifying pupils that could penetrate people's hearts had completely disappeared at this moment, leaving only the whites of the eyes that were dyed dark purple.

"Could this have something to do with the Miller test reported by the spies earlier? I remember that the intelligence at that time seemed to mention a strange light that enveloped the whole island...... It seems that this is really Miller's conspiracy, did they actually summon the demons?!" York analyzed, "The price of cooperating with the demons is huge, Miller may have been completely controlled by the demons at this moment, this war can no longer be solved by me with tens of thousands of soldiers, so if we go on like this, our vanguard landing force will be wiped out before it lands, I just hope that the regimental commander can come as soon as possible after seeing the message!"

On the warship, the warriors looked into the air, and the Yaquika group had been continuously copied to form a huge red sphere, like a round of red sun, wrapped in that small gray spot, and the red ball was still expanding, getting denser and denser. Seeing that the commander was gradually at a disadvantage, the warriors wanted to help but were powerless, and only hated that they didn't have an extra pair of wings. And those Yakika seemed to see York as the number one threat, and all of them pointed the finger at York, no longer attacking the warriors below, only to let them watch the battle in a hurry.

"What the hell is going on now?" Regulus held the iron sword full of green liquid in his right hand and looked at the red patch in the sky, "It was clear that there were not many monsters left just now, and I saw that the chief was about to end the battle!"

"This battle is already beyond our comprehension, let's be glad that we still have our lives. Shein sat on the edge of the railing, gasping for breath, wrapped in several loops of gauze, apparently taking advantage of the monster's absence to take care of his wounds.

The cold pale dawn of the dawn, the blood-red sun showing its head on the distant horizon, the long night will finally pass, but the battle has not yet ushered in a turn. After a night of fighting, both York and the dragon were exhausted, York was covered in green liquid, and the dragon's body was covered in monster scratches, and the dragon began to be restless, and from time to time it let out a low roar. "Bear with me, Moni! It'll be over soon!" said York, reassuring the dragon, fearing that the dragon would lose control and endanger the warriors. If this continues, Moni and I are going to be overdrawn, and it seems that we can only solve it at once with a large range of spells?"

The archbishop's warning came true, what was the origin of that kid...... Can I afford the side effects of a wide range of spells now...... I can't care so much, and if I don't deal with these monsters now, I won't be able to move forward if I let them replicate indefinitely. York gritted his teeth, put the spear down, and drew the silver sword from his waist again.

After spells became a compulsory subject for the Knights, Archbishop Vasilian listed several types of large-scale destruction spells as restricted spells that could not be used at will, because these spells could not be used perfectly by people without skilled skills and strong endurance, and these spells would bring great side effects, causing the user to be unconscious, paralyzed and even dead, which was not good for the battle. And on top of these restrictive spells, there are forbidden spells that are even more difficult to control. York, a restricted spell, once tried it while practicing in the Knights, but was in a coma for five days and five nights when he ran out, and the forbidden spell, a knight named Marshall in the Knights, once used it forcibly without heeding advice, and the result was ...... It became a big event that caused a sensation across the country.

At this moment, York made up his mind to use a restricted spell, and he raised his sword above his head and began to chant incantations. The monsters naturally did not let go of this opportunity to attack, and the group of Yakika began to shrink rapidly, and dozens of Yakika rushed towards York on the dragon's back, but when Yakika was about to approach York, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier, and the "bang" was bounced away, and it was impossible to approach. York, while chanting the incantation, had spread a barrier around him so that he would not be disturbed.

The incantation hadn't been chanted for long, but York felt that it might be the longest day of his life, and the seconds of the incantation felt like years had passed, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble involuntarily.

Finally, York's sword began to shine, the shape of the sword seemed to begin to distort, becoming shaped like a tongue of fire, the heat emitted by the sword body could distort the air, York's face had become blurred, I don't know if his face was full of determination and awe-inspiring at the moment. The red sun had risen behind York, and the daylight merged with the fire in York's hands, inspiring hope in despair. The light emitted by the fire sword became brighter and brighter, and even the daylight began to dim, as if all the energy of the sun was held in York's hand at this moment, and the unimaginable power seemed to explode at any time.

Is that the Holy Spirit?

York in the red sun was bathed in a strong light like holy light, and the warriors below seemed to see the gods, and the figure was engraved on the red sun behind it, like the totem of the legendary god of fire.

"My body is dedicated to the sky, the earth, the ants, the invisible fluctuations, the crimson of the sun and the flames of hell, the fire of men and gods to the inheritance of posterity, the gift of creation......" Yorke clutched his sword across his chest, his silver armor was now burned red, and his face began to sweat, but not because of the heat. The sword was wrapped in tongues of fire, or rather, the sword had completely become tongues of fire, and the flames danced as if they could consume everything, constantly rubbing against the air and making a hissing sound.

"Ember !!"

York roared and slashed out the fire sword in his hand, and the flames on the sword suddenly extended infinitely, forming a flame belt, and the flames quickly spread, turning into a wall of fire, and Yaquika, who touched the wall of fire, was immediately burned to ashes. York, wielding the sword in his hand that constantly unleashed flames, manipulated the wall of fire to arc towards the Yakika group, trying to surround it. At this time, purple light erupted from Yakika's body again, and Yakika began to copy themselves at a speed several times faster than before, and at the same time as copying, their bodies also began to expand and expand, as if they had been strengthened several times, trying to break out of the wall of fire.

"Damn! this copy is ...... fast" York's brow furrowed, struggling to control the fire sword in his hand, "Hah!" he roared, and the wall of fire suddenly strengthened a lot, and the wall of fire slowly closed to form a huge fireball, enveloping the group of Akika, but Akika continued to copy, and began to make the encirclement of the fireball unstable.

"O god of warriors, give me strength!! "York shouted and released all his remaining strength, his sword shattered, turning into a dragon formed by flames, the fire dragon rushed towards the fireball, and suddenly there was a violent explosion, and the strong light spread, as if dozens of times the strength of the sun, stabbing everyone to cover their eyes. The shock from the explosion sent a wave that shook the ship's warriors off balance and almost all of them fell to the ground. The center of the explosion unleashed a powerful heat wave that spread out in a circle, and only tens of thousands of screams could be heard overlapping each other, and then there was no movement - all the monsters were burned to ashes in an instant.

"Finally ......" York's eyes suddenly went dark and he passed out on the dragon's back.