The size of the black demon dragon was so large that the place where it set foot immediately turned into scorched earth.

The soldiers who were crushed to death by it and crashed into the air, whether they were friends or foes, were all charred.

It's so close to itself!

This kind of terrifying monster that can only be seen in myths and legends, its terrifying sense of oppression, makes the mounts under Derim's crotch fall to the ground softly, and feces and urine flow together.

Dreem's eyes were filled with fear.

The moment the dragon crashed down, more than half of the clansmen who joined the army with him were burned to charred coals, and only those who were a little farther away were spared for the time being.

The strong sense of fear turned into anger at this moment, and Drem raised the iron spear in his hand with a roar, and threw it with all his strength, like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

As soon as the iron spear touched the body of the fire dragon, it instantly ignited into a ball of torches.

The spearhead turned into a cloud of molten iron and landed between the crevices of the dragon's scales, flowing all the way to the ground.

The dragon didn't even look at him.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves sounded.

When Trem turned around, he saw the knight of Ulm riding his mount and running towards him at a high speed, Ulm pulled him by the collar and dragged him onto his mount: "Retreat, follow my orders, and stay away from this monster." ”

Overhead, the gargoyles that flew in there, flapping their wide stone wings, rushed towards the dragon.

The demon dragon raised its head impatiently, and its thick neck like a python suddenly twisted backwards, chewing the stone activated by blood magic into shreds in one bite.

But how could such a monster full of blood magic die so easily.

With a muffled thud, blood mana filled with corrosive energy exploded from its mouth.

The dragon let out an angry roar.

The successive humiliations had already caused the demon dragon to fall into a state of rage, and it no longer ignored the harassment of the remaining gargoyles, aimed at Lothar, and the flames in its mouth burst out.

Rumble!

The black shield stood between Lothar and the dragon.

The ghost-faced relief above let out a painful wail, this level of dragon flame was even more terrifying than the tyrannical dragon with the blessing of volcanic divinity.

"Blow the horn and the whole army retreat!"

Lothar shouted at the top of her voice.

He possessed volcanic divinity and could survive the dragon flames, but his cavalry couldn't.

The blazing dragon flame, even if it was all blocked by the shield in Prajna's hand, still made the temperature suddenly rise to a level, and even the Saracen cavalry, who had adapted to the desert climate, could hardly raise the slightest desire to fight.

The cavalrymen wrapped in iron armor felt as if they had been thrown into a steamer, and the sweat was raining down, making it much harder to breathe.

The two armies did not care about fighting any more, and retreated one after another.

The Crusader cavalry ran all the way back to the small hill nearly a kilometer apart before they had the courage to see what was going on.

I saw Lothar riding a huge horse that was two meters tall at the shoulder, holding a silver crosssword, facing the flames of the evil dragon.

"Heavenly Father, is the Marquis really able to defeat such a terrifying monster?"

Jeanne vibrated the wings of light behind her and stopped in front of the demon dragon, and the divine golden light illuminated the Shermel behind it subconsciously narrowed her eyes.

At this moment, Jeanne has completely transformed into the state of a divine body.

Behind her, she could vaguely see the wings of light like a wheel of light stretching out, and she couldn't tell how many pairs of wings there were, and her eyes were almost filled with the blazing light.

Her flesh and blood have been completely replaced by Shenghui.

In this state, Jeanne is already fully capable of confronting a powerful spellcaster like Anna who has half a foot in the legendary realm.

But the state of the Divine Body is also extremely dangerous, once Rangna's holy power is exhausted, the Holy Flame of the Divine Body will use Rangna herself as firewood, calcining out the terrifying combat power of dying with the enemy.

She raised her hand, and the tip of the holy spear stretched out a golden glow more than ten meters long: "Pranya, protect your lord, this guy will be handed over to me." ”

Her slender white fingers, clenching the shield that had been calcined red, her brow furrowed, and she rarely cursed a swear word, which caused the angelic female knight to laugh.

"Okay, I know it's nonsense, but not saying something in this situation really doesn't fit the beauty of my heart."

"Okay, I know it's nonsense, but not saying something in this situation really doesn't fit the beauty of my heart."

Jeanne's voice fell, and the smile on her face quickly retracted.

She looked at the charred corpses everywhere, many of them familiar faces, but they could only be like firewood, igniting clusters of flames, or dehydrated, dried corpses, their limbs twisted and lying on the way to escape.

"Judgment, dragon!"

The tip of the spear moved upwards and pointed straight at the dragon's head.

The fire dragon also felt threatened, and the tyranny in its eyes made it not hesitate any longer, so it directly raised its head and aimed Long Yan at Jeanne.

Roger of the Knights Hospitaller drew a cross on his chest, and his eyes were full of devotion and amazement: "The scene in front of me reminds me of Gabriel's appearance when he fought with Satan the great dragon. The Knight Captain Jeanne is Gabriel. ”

In the book of Revelation, at the Last Judgment, the angels fought against seven crowned dragons, the ancient serpent Satan in the Bible who tempted Adam and Eve to fall.

"Knight Jeanne... Is it an angel? ”

"It must be that God sent down an angel to fight for His Son and defeat the pagan army that raised the dragons"

The more Roger spoke, the more excited he became: "A heavenly kingdom on earth is about to be born across the fertile crescent and Egypt—Gerald, it is God's will, and we are so fortunate to be able to witness such a magnificent miracle." ”

Gerard's expression was a little confused: "Jeanne is an angel?" ”

The perception of angels in Christianity and Judaism in this era is significantly different from the image of a handsome man and a beautiful woman with a pair or several pairs of swan wings in later generations.

In the Old Testament, the image of an angel is as follows: the image of a human being, each with four faces and four wings.

Their legs were straight, and the soles of their feet were like the hooves of a calf, and they were as bright as brass.

Below the wings on all four sides are human hands. And so the faces and wings of the four living creatures were: the wings were touching each other, and they walked without turning around, but they all went straight forward.

As for the appearance of the faces: the face of a man in the front, the face of a lion on the right, the face of an ox on the left, and the face of an eagle in the back. The two wings on the top of each are connected, and the two wings on the bottom of each are covered.

Looking at this description, it doesn't match "beauty", but it is quite weird in the mythology of the Chinese and grammatical systems.

But there are also angels like Gabriel in the Bible, who often appear in human form.

Therefore, the seminary monks generally believed that angels possessed the ability to incarnate all things, and that their own forms were not fixed, and that they could be either male or female, strange monsters, or handsome men and women.

So, obviously, Jeanne is a humanoid angel like Gabriel.

"It turns out that the knight Jeanne next to the Marquis is actually the embodiment of an angel..."

"Such a divine light, bathed in us, even the pain of being burned by that demon dragon has been alleviated a lot."

"The angels are all serving him, is it really the Holy Son who has come to earth?"

Even Renard, who was demoted to a baron, had a look on his face that shook a little—he was the Holy Son. Is he the Son?

How is this possible?

Could it be that the Son would also be responsible for a despicable murder?

No, no way!

He's a liar!

He and his wicked wicked witches, who have poisonous juice flowing from their hair, have concocted a deception to deceive the entire world.

"Gerald, he's a liar, isn't he?"

He suddenly turned his head to regain some confidence from his former close allies, only to see his highly-hoped allies on their knees, praying fervently.

Puff –

Baron Argonne knelt down beside him, and the vassal, the faithful "dogleg" of Lothar, who had been very unhappy with him, was now full of repentance: "It is my sin to question the Knight Commander Jeanne for not having the right to keep the holy spear, Heavenly Father, please forgive your ignorant but loyal believers!" ”

Renard looked at Lothar in the distance, a little confused.

Facing the glorious Lothar, there is also the angelic Jeanne, and the terrifying dragon opposite them.

"Me"

"Am I really wrong?"