The Dreaddragon Knight Zavangrum gripped the blood-stained spear as the Dread Dragon soared into the air again, its massive claws grasping a Valstad Imperial Army Major, its massive wings flapping higher and higher.

"You voodoo bastard! There's a kind of let's go down and fight, Lao Tzu kicks and crushes your eggs! The major, who was caught by the dragon's claw, scolded.

"Oh, yes, if you wish, then I'll let you go, Valstad."

The dragon knight burst out laughing and shouted at the dragon in the old saying:

"Hahahaha, my big darling, let go of your claws and set this guy free!"

The major fell quickly from the sky, he knew that he was helpless, so he desperately scolded upward, but unfortunately the other party could no longer hear his voice, the ground was getting closer and closer, he closed his eyes, and thought of his parents, wife and children, and then he was broken to the bone.

A soldier of the Solan Kingdom Army exclaimed, "Oops, scare me! Someone has fallen again! I almost hit Lao Tzu! ”

The comrade-in-arms beside him said: "Hehe, another Valstad officer was killed, it seems that the rank is not low, take advantage of the fact that the overseer team is not here, quickly pick up the valuable things on this dead ghost." ”

"Oops! A pocket watch made of solid gold, and a diamond medal! We're rich, man! I've lost count of how many officers have been killed, but the Voodoo dragon knights are quite capable! ”

"We have to work hard, if we lose, it's all gone, for the money, for the women, rush!"

"For the kingdom of Solan! Long live King Louis Lafalite I! Come on! "The entire infantry brigade loaded their bayonets in unison and charged towards the Imperial front.

Seeing the allies below cheering at him, the dragon knight Zavangrum became triumphant, and he felt that he had become a hero in the eyes of the world.

He didn't see the war as a chore at all, the bloodthirsty maniac was enjoying the battle, eager to harvest more lives, he had no interest in the minions, and was bent on killing the enemy bigwigs.

Just as he was looking for his next target in the crowd, a burst of impassioned military music caught his attention, and he looked in the direction from which the sound had come from.

Outside a castle not far ahead, there was a strange position that looked like some artillery company of the Varstasians.

A little closer, he was excited to find that a large group of gorgeously dressed soldiers had gathered on the battlefield,

Obviously, they were all high-ranking generals of the Valstad Imperial Army, and to him they were simply fat prey, so he decisively swooped towards that position.

Suddenly, he felt something whizzing past the dragon's wings at high speed, and it didn't feel like enemy shells, and when he looked closely, it was not a cannon at all, but five huge siege crossbows.

"Insidious bastards! Moved all these old antiques out, and wanted to assassinate Uncle Ben! The dragon knight chirped.

It takes time to reload the siege crossbow, and during this time the dragon knights can rush into the crowd with impunity, and the soldiers raise their guns to shoot, and the bullets hit the dragon's scales without any pain.

Zavangrum stabbed a guard to death with a spear, and the Dragon's tail swept through a giant crossbow, then grabbed a high-ranking officer with the dragon's claws, flapping its massive wings and taking off again.

Seeing the chaos on the battlefield, Zafan laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha! Want to kill a dragon knight with a crossbow arrow? These guys have read too many fairy tale books, right? Think beautifully! All fucking wash the neck and wait! I'm going to smash you into meat sauce one by one, and then tear down all these broken antiques! ”

He guided the dragon into the air and threw the officer to his death, then launched another dive attack, and now that he knew of the existence of the crossbow, the dragon knight began to get serious.

The Dreaded Dragon opened its bloody jaws and let out a piercing howl, which was not a simple noise, but a powerful form of spiritual attack.

The soldiers on the battlefield all rolled in pain with their ears covered, and the same was true for the generals, the scene was chaotic, except for one person, a tall figure, still standing straight in the chaotic crowd.

"Oops, that guy wasn't even scared by the roar of fear, it seems that this time he met a powerful character, and now some of them are playing!" The dragon knight lunged towards his prey with his spear raised.

The man's appearance was already discernible at this point, he was a tall soldier, with long iron-gray hair, wearing the uniform of an Imperial Marshal, half of his face was obscured by a thick steel armor, and only one arm, with an iron hook mounted on the other arm in place of an arm.

The man suddenly drew his sword, and with a precise and swift slash split the spear in two, and then raised his sword and stabbed it straight at the dragon's nostrils, and the sharp pain caused the beast to instinctively fly away from danger.

The fight just now made Zavangrum's heart palpitate.

He had spent half his life creating fear and death for others, and he had never felt fear or timidity except in the face of the dark elders of Voodoo, but at that moment, he tasted fear again.

Drawing his sword at a speed that is too fast to see, and then slashing the spear that stabs at him with incredible force, I can't imagine that there are people in this world who can really do this.

The most terrifying thing was that the precise thrust was able to avoid the dragon scales and stab the dragon's nostrils in an instant.

Is that really the speed and power of humans? This reflex is too exaggerated!

The Dreaddragon Knight Zafan realized that he had encountered a powerful opponent that he had never seen before, and when he thought about the appearance of the opponent, he was even more terrified.

Tall and athletic, with long iron-gray hair, silver-gray one-eyed, and a mutilated left arm replaced by an iron hook...... You can't be wrong, it's Emperor Valstad himself! No wonder I'm so skilled, I've met the most powerful warrior in the world!

In the Battle of the Banshee Fjord more than ten years ago,

Emperor Valstad's Salantos Midknight single-handedly slain more than forty master swordsmen, including twelve of the top swordsmen with the title of Swordmaster of Olasis.

To make matters worse, she also killed the then Templar Pope Palladiaquia Ramonti II in that battle, as well as two of the pope's retinue

The Templar Assassin, Sister Dianne Suasville, and the Knight Captain Earl Jaquin Rossbach are all recognized as the world's top martial arts masters, and they are even more powerful than the Juggernaut.

Emperor Valstad became famous in the World War and became recognized as the strongest fighter in the World Combat Association.

In the face of such a legendary figure, the dragon knight Zavangrum's panic gradually turned into excitement, his heart began to beat faster, and he had the help of a powerful fear dragon and could also use black magic to fight, which can be said to be the advantage.

As long as the empress's head is cut off and presented to King Solan, he can enjoy countless glory and wealth, and he can also be famous in the world, so that future generations will respect and worship.

The opportunity is fleeting, how can a madman like him not grasp it?

The Dreaddragon Knight Zavangrum has finally made up his mind to challenge the legend.