"You guys really have faith in me."

The shadow cast overhead was getting closer and closer, and Lothar could clearly see the light between the soft scales of the Karelian dragon's abdomen, which seemed to be flowing with lava, and even the air in his mouth became hotter and hotter.

He took out a dark blue bottle of viscous medicine that resembled a "blue moon" from his arms, uncorked it and poured it without hesitation.

Is it more important to have the most elite army in your own hands, or is it more important to maintain your "image as a holy son"?

It's not a difficult choice for Lothar.

Lothar forcibly suppressed the idea of retching, this kind of mental power recovery potion made by Anna is easy to use, but the taste is too bad.

His spiritual power, which was already on the verge of drying up, resurfaced a gurgling spring, and at the same time, the surface of Lothar's armor began to give birth to triangular dragon scales, and the illusory shadow of a black dragon rose from behind him.

But the dragon above his head was obviously not shocked by the phantom released by Lothar.

It opened its bloody mouth, filled with angry hot dragon flame, condensing at its throat.

"Jeanne, stop that dragon!"

Lothar shouted.

He is still recovering his strength, and no matter how fast the mental power recovery potion works, it is impossible for it to take effect instantly, that is to say, it is impossible for him to reproduce the scene of "confronting the wave" with the black dragon at the beginning.

Before Lothar could speak, Jeanne had already moved.

She knew that she was the only one she could rely on at the moment.

She held the holy spear in her hand high, and the golden light reflected her whole person like an angel in myths and legends.

The special effect of the Kungunir Holy Spear gives the Karelian fire dragon a sense of threat that is being targeted.

But the successive changes had already washed away the fire dragon's reason, and it now had only one thought in its heart, that is, to pour out the dragon flame that had been brewing for a long time and had been interrupted several times to the group of humble insects below!

"Knight Jeanne can use the Holy Lance too?"

"Did Lord Lothar give Knight Jeanne the duty of Guardian of the Holy Lance?"

In the midst of all the glory.

Behind Jeanne, a golden wings of light could be faintly seen, and the terrifying blessing of the divine body made the holy spear in her hand far more powerful than in Lothar's hand.

But Shermel on the dragon's back is not a vegetarian.

Although he was shocked by the momentum of the holy spear in Jeanne's hand, the movements in his hands were not ambiguous at all, one after another defensive arrays, like translucent eggshells, enveloping him and the fire dragon all around him.

"Go and unleash your anger."

Master Shermel muttered under his breath.

The fire dragon that was holding its breath for a while, of course, would not hesitate, after brewing, the power was even more terrifying than ordinary dragon breath, and the terrifying flames that could completely melt even the sand and stones of this battlefield roared out of its mouth.

The holy spear that flew from it pierced through layer after layer of magic shield.

Shermael gritted his teeth, and the staff he waved in his hand harnessed all the magical aura in all directions, and the abundant magic fluctuations turned into a violent wind, blowing his hair and clothes wildly.

With half a foot in the realm of legends, he has devoted all his energy to defense at this moment, and even Jeanne, who has already cast his divine body, will not be able to penetrate this barrier in a short period of time.

Rumble!

The terrifying flames suddenly exploded in the sky.

Like a firework that rises abruptly, it is full of shocking beauty.

Followed by the dragon's angry roar.

A figure as small as an ant compared to the huge fire dragon slowly landed in front of Lothar.

Lothar's eyes widened.

I saw the dusty Cellinina, her cheeks, clothes, and shoes were covered with dust, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed, but the pair of amber eyes were still full of wildness and recklessness belonging to the wolf clan.

At that moment, after Cellinina arrived at the battlefield in time, she threw the golden dagger in her hand, breaking a crack in the magic barrier that had almost been pierced by the holy spear, and the invisible wind sword qi scraped on the dragon along this crack.

It left behind a subtle scar that was not at all harmless to its behemoth body.

But it was this innocuous slight scar that triggered the effect of Cellinina's throat choke, causing the fire dragon to spit out dragon flames, and it died down again, and even caused a self-explosion because the time was too good.

"Sure enough, heroes always come to the rescue at critical moments."

Lothar said with some reluctance.

He didn't expect Celina to be able to get from Gaza in such a short time, and according to the communication in the double-headed eagle coat of arms, she should have just finished a fierce battle on her side.

To rush all the way over, not to mention that it is too hard, it is also a question of how much combat power there is left.

"Me"

Cellinina's body was a little shaky as she stood there, and even a ghost appeared in front of her eyes.

Lothar hurried up and caught Cellynina.

"Alright, we'll leave it to you next."

Lothar picked up Cellynina's somewhat thin body, he raised his head and looked at the fire dragon above his head, in the secular battlefield, they already had an absolute advantage, to win this war, it was enough to deal with this fire dragon.

In the camp, Frigila, who had once again accumulated strength, raised the red ball of light condensed in her hand and threw it into the sky.

Not far from the battlefield, on the castle that had been on the verge of being abandoned under the bombardment of the Saracen trebuchet, the dripbill beasts that were crouching on the top of the castle as drainers suddenly moved.

The surface layer of stone skin is cracked.

The guardian beasts, known as gargoyles, spread their wings one after another, and they were brought to life by Frigila's blood spells, and immediately turned into a war machine that was not afraid of life and death, flapping its wings and pounced on the dragon.

Praruo held a black shield, and under her white skin, there seemed to be small snakes scurrying, and the last resentment and curse of those vicious spirits that were sucked into the ghost gate were all inflicted on her body before being swallowed by the grimace shield.

This kind of seemingly no special performance, but in fact it is extremely dangerous, and it can kill people by invisible terrifying power, so that the state of Prajna at this time is also plummeting.

Saladin looked at Mudrygi beside him, a sorcerer from an African tribe, his eyes were already pitch black, not even the whites of his eyes remained, and the whole person looked extremely strange.

He gritted his teeth, carefully maintaining the delicate balance of power in his body.

On the one hand, he wants to use the power of the evil god to obtain the holy spear.

But on the other hand, he was worried that the erosion of the evil god's power would exceed a certain limit, so that even the holy spear, an artifact full of divine power, could not purify or could only purify him with him.

The anger in the fire dragon's heart at this moment, if it can be condensed into substance, is enough to burn the entire world to the ground!

It has never experienced such humiliation since birth.

Again and again the breath was interrupted, and in its eyes, a human being, as vile and weak as a worm, dared to challenge its majesty in such a way

It was like a meteorite falling from the sky, crashing into the pile of people.

At the same time as the man turned on his back, the golden vertical pupils looked at Lothar, and the Cellinina in his arms, these two people, the culprits of all the humiliation they had experienced!

(End of chapter)