Hyde's charge broke the stalemate on the battlefield, and the young god and his horse seemed to be transformed into an incomparable sword. The distance of three hundred meters crossed like lightning in an instant, and the thunder of the sword and the sword burst into meteors of fire and lightning, and the confrontation between the Divine Favored and the Chosen One ended in an instant, and the blazing blood rain flew out like a waterfall.

"Challenging me, Lord Analyre, don't you understand the gap between humans and dragons?"

The five-meter-tall giant took a step forward, his bent five-foot arm sword covered with hot blood and flesh, and his face was full of triumph and contempt. He waved his arm, shaking off the blood from the sharp arm, and then looked at the knight who had fallen to the ground with a look of great majesty and contempt. In that moment's hand, the horse's head was split, and blood and brains stained the knight's body red.

"I see your ugly power, but it's not as great as you think! Because a poor creature who uses a woman as a shield is worthless, no matter how much he absorbs the power of a four-legged reptile!"

Covered in blood, Hyde rose to his feet almost instantly, the three-color seal burning like a flame behind him, making the young god's favor stand out like a giant torch. His curved greatsword held firmly in his hand, his glittering armor covered in blood, and his bright blue eyes were full of strength and confidence. In the thunderous confrontation with Analaire, he was not wounded, but he lost his horse and his cloak was torn.

In fact, Analaire's power was still terrifying, as Hyde's all-out blow was almost swept away by the giant's understatement. If it weren't for the forty days of hard swordsmanship, Hyde's loss would never have been as simple as the armored war horse. In the midst of that terrible blow, his hands were a little numb, and the tiger's mouth was almost cracked, but the fire of anger still inspired his strong heart, so that he still stood firmly, facing this dragon and demon giant alone.

"These three-color false god signs...... Turns out you're the one who hurt Riga!, aren't you?"

Analel looked at the young knight with some surprise, and he was very surprised that his opponent was still alive. He spun his golden, straight-pled eyes to look at his opponent, and suddenly burst out with a terrifying roar without warning! His great claws were faster than his voice, and they swept towards the enemy in front of him like a furious tornado.

"I will punish you with the most severe torture, you lowly darling of false gods!"

In that thunderous roar, Analaire's overwhelming power finally erupted without reservation, and the purple and red electric light shrouded his huge claws like a fierce beast, and slashed down the blonde god thirty or forty meters away, pulling a long trail in the snowfield. The blow sent the Chaos Cavalry an earth-shattering cheer, and then a tidal wave poured from either side of the giant toward the coalition position.

"What is wrong with you, Lord Hyde!"

Almost instantly, Loren Sr. and Frey rode to Hyde's side almost simultaneously, and Cicero of the Wind Sword flew to him. Old Loren's greatsword struck the dragon-winged giant like a giant python, and Frey held Hyde's shoulder, her voice tinged with urgent concern, and the Tal's Seal of Vine Branches and Maple Leaves was lightning imprinted on Hyde's body.

"I ...... It's okay!"

Hyde gritted his teeth and got back to his feet, his armor torn through several massive cuts, a minor wound in his chest, and the shock nearly dislocated both of his arms. Analyre's anger was terrifying, and the immense power of chaos overwhelmed Hyde like a tide over the reef, almost rendering him unconscious. But his tenacious spirit kept him from the fatal blow, and the enchanted sword made of Kislev's steel-for-steel still shines, and he can still fight!

"Forward! The infantry hold on to their positions, and the cavalry will come to the aid of His Highness Hyde!"

After a moment's hesitation, Wing Deputy Fischer raised his sword and gave the order, blood still flowing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes flashed with great excitement. Hyde's fierce battle with the dragon demon Sanesh Chosen One stirred the heart of the cold-faced god and made him almost immediately rush out. Even though that arrow had almost consumed all his strength, the black-armored Raven Knight was by no means a cowardly man.

"Young Fischer, I know your name and deeds. The empire shouldn't lose another good high-ranking knight, so the task of slaying the dragon will be handed over to this old bone with nine lives!"

A large hand of steel gripped Fischer's shoulder, and the thunderous voice came from the Vice-Mentor of the Mountain Lion Knights. The old man, cloaked in a yellow-black lionskin cloak, was full of solemnity and heroism, and his voice pierced into the raven knight's heart like a steel nail, without any hypocrisy or politeness.

"I've seen the blow you just struck, and there are very few marksmen like you in the entire Empire. Despite exhausting all your strength, you have avenged the Wing Captain General and killed several powerful enemies, and this is enough! The Empire cannot waste the lives of wounded warriors in vain, the Empire has no such extravagant reason! Protect yourself, I'm leaving!"

With this thunderous sound, the tall sub-mentor thrust the raven knight backwards, and then the prancing horse swung his sword straight into the blazing battlefield. The lion's skin cloak covered with swords and arrows danced magnificently behind him, like a lion galloping on a cold snowy field, Marshall followed his side, and six mountain lion knights lined up behind him, their spears shining with an unstoppable momentum!

Steel and steel collided violently with brilliant sparks, and muskets and bows and arrows tore through the air as they fired back and forth in the sky. The final battle unfolded unreservedly under the rolling dark clouds, rising into the low sky with a frenzied roar and a frantic hiss. Blood and blood spurted, spears and shields clashed, centaurs trampled and writhed, twisted into strange shapes in clouds of smoke and flame. Not to be outdone, even the sky let out a low thunderclap, as if to cheer, and as if to give out a cry of joy.

The smell of brimstone and flesh filled the horizon with a fishy stench, and the last thousands of men fought to the death under different banners. On the left flank is the clash of cavalry and infantry, on the right flank is the cavalry chasing the cavalry, the chaotic army is like the whirling half moon and the coil of poisonous snakes, but the array of empires is like the sword of steel and the pillar of granite. The horse's hooves shattered the soldiers' heads, the spears pierced the horses' entrails, the halberds cleaved the armor and arms, and the helmets and heads let out a dull wail under the hammer of the wolf's fangs. No one retreated, and the incomparable fighting spirit captured everyone's hearts.

Hyde and Old Loren fought the dragon-winged troll side by side, each blow of the greatsword and the bone knife making a terrible grinding sound. Cicero's wind sword swirled like a light wind, his cyan sword light plowing glittering sparks on the giant's purple scales. Frey's thorny light shone down on them, pouring the power of the gods of the earth and the forest generously. Her hair had been scattered in the impact, and her shoulder armor had been blown away, revealing her white shoulders, but her eyes flashed with fearless fire! The seventeen-year-old girl stood firm like a pine, and her endless power poured into the bodies of the three of Hyde like a rolling river and an ocean.

"Thanks to Frey!"

Hyde meditated in his heart, his heart filled with excitement and gratitude. Frey is so important, her Tal Holy Power is amazingly sufficient, rolling into Hyde's body like a tide, allowing his physical strength to regain and his strength to explode again, it is an indescribable gift! Although this black-haired girl does not have strong force, nor can she cast any advanced spells, but the endless Tal Holy Power is like an unfathomable ocean!

Without her help, Hyde would never have been able to get to where it is now! From the bloody battle of the station, the holy power that fell from the sky descended on the girl's body and rescued her young lover from the abyss of death, it may have been a gift from God! If the holy power of Mirmidia is like the sharp spear that destroys everything, the holy power of Tal is like the vast endless forest and the vast ocean, although the spear is sharp but easy to break, but the power of nature can always heal the wound of the spear!

Giant claws and bone knives fell repeatedly, purple lightning echoed in a roar, and the dragon-bodied Analaire was a formidable opponent, but by no means invincible, and his might seemed to be even more terrifying than his strength. Hyde's sword had repeatedly cracked his scales, and the great blood sword of Old Loren had torn the red-hot flesh from his body, perhaps as the learned old knight Fred had said, the troll was nothing more than a rogue who had transplanted a little flesh and bones from the old dragon!

"Cicero, remember the Dance of Wind and Blood?"

Old Loren's voice was heavy, but it was also full of hope, and the majestic old man with white hair and red armor wielded his six-foot greatsword like a whirlwind, unloading the dragon demon's inevitable onslaught again and again. His hat had flown away, and the armor on his arms and legs had been torn through tiny cracks, but he was unharmed as if he were a divine helper. Forty years of war experience is by no means a false name, and the glittering blood-colored greatsword leaps gorgeously in his hand as if it has life.

"The repertoire of the Iron Hand Mercenary Regiment will never be forgotten for the rest of my life!"

The dwarf old man in the golden armor let out a confident roar, and the cyan twin swords slashed through the air against the dragon demon's bone knife, slashing out five-colored sparks. He and his horse were as agile as apes, almost perfectly echoing old Loren.

"Let's come together!Loren of the Blood Sword, let the descendants of the Valkyrie Princess see the power of the Wind and Blood Dance!"

With Cicero's roar of victory, the strength of the Toubaro Edgeworth Director exploded unreservedly, and the cyan magic sword turned into a brilliant half-moon almost instantly, attacking the left leg of the huge dragon demon with an incomparable murderous aura, and the wind of magic danced beside his thin body, like transparent wings.

Old Loren did not speak, for the great old man's actions spoke louder than words. Almost the moment Cicero rose to his feet, his blood-colored greatsword suddenly turned into a red-blooded dragon that destroyed everything, perfectly intertwined with the cyan crescent moon, and instantly swelled together, rushing towards the dragon-winged giant with a kind of heaven and earth devouring spirit! Hyde was not far behind, his greatsword swirled and joined the deadly warband, colliding with the oncoming giant claws of Analaire magnificently, erupting with an indescribable loud sound.

"We've won!"

With the razor-sharp blade piercing through the scales and the flesh with a painful blow, Hyde let out a roar of ecstasy. He felt that his sword had penetrated deep into the dragon demon's abdomen, and at the same time, old Loren and Cicero had already severely wounded the dragon demon's left leg, and the five-meter-tall giant monster suddenly tilted its body, and his end was coming!

"Ridiculous flies, your show is over!"

Analaire suddenly laughed wildly, his voice carrying an indescribable smell of mockery, and almost instantly, Hyde felt his blood suddenly freeze, and a terrifying power suddenly engulfed his heart!

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