The dragon knight Michalanders used his broken sword in his right hand to protect his unprotected head, and forced his way forward with the heavy armor that wrapped his body, and the bayonet in his right hand stabbed at the opponent's ribs.

This is already an extremely smart and safe approach, but it can still find flaws in the eyes of armor fighting masters.

Baron Wicktingströnghald looked at his opponent with pity, but for a moment, he had already thought of three countermeasures to break through the enemy's defenses, each of which could easily kill the other, and he was now convinced that he could win, but his heart was not very happy.

As a paragon of Valsta's classical chivalry, he did not want to take advantage of the blindness of his opponent's right eye to achieve victory, but he was a soldier, the adopted son of the emperor, and he had to do so with the fate of his country on his shoulders, and he had to kill the enemy by all means.

Taking advantage of his height and long legs, Baron Victor kicked out a fierce kick that made the dragon knight lose his balance.

The dragon knight's broken sword in his right hand briefly drooped, and the door was wide open, but he should have become extremely fast, and instead protected his head with his armarmor, and his left wrist flipped rapidly, and the bayonet stabbed Victor's leg.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Victor took a bayonet on his leg and swung his tomahawk towards the blind spot on the right, which the opponent could not see.

Michalandes heard the sound of the wind whistling from his right ear, and his heart was shocked, and he tried to lower his head to dodge, but it was too late.

The sharp blade of the axe slashed into the right cheekbone of the dragon knight's face, and then sliced his entire head sideways with devastating force.

The half-brainless dragon knight stood for a brief second, and then fell to the ground with a bang, slimy brain tissue flowing to the ground, his hands and feet twitching for a few seconds, and then he didn't move again, and the war dragon knight of the voodoo cult, Michalandes April, fell.

The scarred princess in military costume was lying on the side to wrap her wounds, and when she saw her brother defeat the strong enemy, she squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Well done, Brother Victor." ”

Baron Victor bowed to the body of the dragon knight, a sign of respect from the knightly nobles for their respectable opponents and a sympathy between the strong, and then he turned around to inspect the princess's injuries.

By this time, the rust-colored war dragon had slain all the remaining Imperial Army units in the ruins, and the huge beast found the body of the dragon knight, and realized that it had lost its master, so it roared with grief and anger, and it wanted to kill the two Valstas in front of it and avenge the dragon knight.

Baron Victor panicked: "Damn! It's coming at us! I'm going to get this guy's attention, find a place to hide, Edgar! ”

The princess in uniform propped herself up and stood up with difficulty: "I have recovered some strength, and the bleeding has stopped from the wound, Brother Victor, hand me the axe." ”

"No! I can't let you go on an adventure. ”

Edgar smiled: "Please believe me, I can do it, if there is someone on this battlefield who can deal with this big guy, that person must be me." ”

And the reality is that it is too late to discuss, because the dragon has already leveled in front of them.

"Offended!"

Edgar snatched the tomahawk and pushed it hard, pushing his tall and strong brother several meters away.

She parried the dragon's bloody bite with her axe blade, and then dodged four consecutive sweeps of the claws, so fast that they could barely be seen.

Victor squatted on the ground and looked frightened, and said in his heart:

(Unexpected...... She was seriously injured and exhausted to such an extent, her strength and agility were still far beyond ordinary people, she was right just now, the intensity of this kind of battle is not at all something that a mortal like me can deal with, I still have to help on the side. ）

With multiple stab wounds in her arms and legs, the princess in a spear suit is facing off against a lame, one-eyed war dragon, and it's clearly another bloody duel.

The difference in size between the two sides is obvious, and the difference in defensive capabilities is even greater, the heavy armor covering the vital parts of the dragon can't even cut through the battle axe, and the armor of the princess in uniform is only a pitiful standard breastplate.

It was only a thin layer of steel skin, and it couldn't even stop the bullets of a flintlock pistol, let alone the dragon's powerful attack, and there was no doubt that if you took a heavy blow from the dragon head-on, you would die instantly.

The princess in costume tripped over a piece of gravel as she moved, and she lost her balance.

The dragon slammed its tail mercilessly, and at the same time swept it with its claws, and Edgar looked up in amazement at the dragon's fierce one-eyed eyes, and she realized that she had no time to dodge.

"Don't be afraid, sister, I'm here!"

Baron Victor pierced the wound of the dragon's hind paws with a bayonet, and the beast screamed in pain,

The dragon changed its target in an instant, and with a sweep of the tail slammed Victor into the wall, and the baron's tall body quickly collapsed, lying on the ground, his skull shattered by the wall, apparently unable to survive.

"Nope! Big Brother Victor! Edgar cried out in despair.

The righteous brother died in order to save himself, and the princess in military costume immediately forgot all the pain, the hatred in her heart rushed to her brain, the strong heart beat wildly, the muscles of various parts of the body swelled, the green tendons burst out, and the lilac eyes shone with grief and indignation.

There are no more tactics and planning, only hysterical madness.

Princess Edgar Midknight gripped the end of her axe and spun her body at high speed, forming a tornado of steel that swept towards the dragon.

The war dragon was stunned by the continuous blows, and the parts of its body that were not protected by armor were severely damaged, and even the tough dragon scales could not withstand the crazy slashing of the battle axe, and it was cut several large wounds, the wounds were deep, and the hot dragon blood flowed all over the ground.

The heavy dragon did not have the slightest fear, and returned the color with an even more violent attack.

Losing her mind, the demigod warrior battled the raging dragon, and the only thing left was bloodlust and madness, and in the end, the dragon with the upper body and protection came out on top.

The princess's breastplate was torn open by the dragon's claws, and her abdomen was scratched, but fortunately, the wound was not deep, her intestines did not flow out, and the blood soaked her military uniform and slowly poured into her boots.

Immediately after another sweeping tail blow, there was no time to dodge, she blocked it with a tomahawk, resulting in a fracture of her left arm, and she could only use her right hand to hold a tomahawk in one hand.

At this time, a dense burst of gunfire was heard not far away, and the dragon roared in pain.

It turned out to be a group of Imperial Guard soldiers, who had obviously experienced fierce battles, their faces blackened by gunpowder, most of them wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and wearing tattered uniforms of various arms.

This improvised team of many mixed classes managed to capture the dragon's attention by firing a volley of rifles, carbines, and pistols.