On a cliff on the battlefield of Verdun, Joan of Arc quietly overlooked the battlefield, the breeze blowing in her hair.

Raman, who was standing beside her, spoke slowly.

"The damage caused to us by the poison gas explosives used by the enemy is unprecedented, and it is conservatively estimated that at least nearly 10,000 people died in the first line of defense.

We are already increasing our anti-aircraft fire, and support from Britannia's land ships is expected to arrive in two days, but the enemy is not expected to wait for us to recover, and the offensive is fierce. ”

Raman looked solemnly at the Land Cruiser that was firing non-stop artillery fire in the distance.

"My suggestion is to send a special operations team to find a way to deal with those cruisers, otherwise, no matter how many people there are, it will be in vain."

Joan of Arc didn't speak, just quietly watched everything in front of her, and suddenly, she spoke.

"Did you see that?"

Raman was stunned, "See what?" ”

Joan of Arc had no words.

At this moment, her eyes are the perspective of another world.

In a world that has lost its color, a mysterious old man is at war with a giant dragon.

The dragon's combat power is terrifying, and its every move carries the momentum of destroying the world, its claws can easily break through the speed of sound, and the waves of air brought by its fists are enough to shatter the cliff.

But the most terrifying thing was its roar like a meteor falling, and the raging fire that engulfed it and even burned the earth to lava.

Joan of Arc had heard many legends about the dragon and knew how powerful it was, but when she actually saw it, it was hard to imagine.

Even in the face of thousands of troops, she had never felt this oppressive force.

However, the old man who fought this dragon was also very powerful, and he seemed to have a unique kind of teleportation magic.

Whenever the dragon was about to attack him, it would turn into countless magic particles and teleport to the other side.

Dark blue flames burned across the land, covering almost the entire battlefield.

Of course, these flames did not affect the battlefield.

The pillar of fire formed by the flames soared to a height of tens of meters, and several octopus-like tentacles swayed in the air, and several flame tentacles slapped towards the dragon under the guidance of the old man.

The flames flapped against the scales, but left no visible damage.

However, dragons have very high mana resistance, especially fire resistance.

Soon, however, Joan of Arc noticed that the flames below were burning more and more violently, flickering like tentacles of the earth.

The flames formed several wyverns smaller than the one in the sky, and rushed straight towards the dragon.

The dragon's strength was very strong, and although it was huge, it was also very fast and terrifying.

With a speed that was unbelievable to the naked eye, it split one of the flame wyverns in two, and then bit off the head of the other wyvern in one bite.

But that's just to break up the dragons into fragments.

The flames fell into the flames below, but suddenly, the flames rose for dozens of meters, and several flying dragons formed by the fierce flames were circling and dancing.

They didn't attack the dragon, but they were spinning around a circle together, and the flames rose hundreds of meters with the wind and waves brought by their rotation, and the flames around them were attracted by this tornado, forming an incomparably huge flame tornado!

The heat wave emitted by the tornado mixed with the hurricane surging across the land, and the air seemed to be distorted by the scorching heat, and even Joan of Arc, who was very far away from the tornado, could feel the raging heat wave at this moment.

The surrounding rubble and rubble were sucked in by the tornado, and they were directly annihilated into nothingness, but even so, the tornado was still expanding.

Here, Joan of Arc could clearly see the dragon's face with a solemn expression.

Instead of choosing to keep the flames stronger, it took a deep breath and let out a roar, and the flames were surging towards the tornado.

The orange-red flames intertwined with the dark blue tornado, and the scorching heat seemed to break through the limitations of space.

This dragon's breath also directly scattered the tornado, but it still did not extinguish it.

The scattered flames formed a curtain of fire, and a dragon claw about the size of a cart stretched out from it, followed by a huge flame dragon head.

Beneath the pair of dragon horns formed by the dark blue flames was a pair of scarlet eyes, which let out a low groan.

The fiery dragon was about the size of a dragon.

It roared and quickly rushed towards the dragon, and the two dragons scuffled quickly in the air.

Fiendfire is not an ordinary flame, as can be seen from its words, its English name is Fiendfire, fiend means "the devil of hell, of the devil", and the word "fire" is combined with the word "fire", which means fire from the devil of hell.

It's a real hellfire, not only with a cursed aura, but also with an increasingly terrifying buff.

Due to its rampage, the Magical Guild has ranked it as one of the top 10 unwieldy dark arts that cannot be learned at Hogwarts.

Even the fierce fire used by an ordinary magic apprentice is enough to burn the Horcrux, and the fierce fire at this moment naturally goes without saying.

Even the dragon's scales could not withstand such heat, and the most terrifying thing was that the creatures formed by the cremation were irrational.

They don't feel pain, and they don't know how to dodge.

Therefore, when it comes to scuffling, the Fierce Fire Dragon can be said to be fighting the dragon in a way that exchanges damage for damage.

The dragon stabbed it in the chest with its claws, and the fiery dragon bit its neck, leaving a large scorch mark on its neck.

The flames below burned more and more vigorously, and countless tentacles were flying, as if hell had descended on the earth.

The dragon's eyes finally showed a little fear, and it struggled to escape, but the flames seemed to be focused on it.

The fiery dragon directly bit its neck and grabbed it, and the flame tentacles below also surged towards it, the tentacles wrapped around its hands, legs, and body, and then quickly devoured it, and a huge fireball appeared in mid-air, like a scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

A dragon's painful roar came from inside the fireball, and even a claw came out, but the claw had been charred by the heat, and soon the claw was consumed by the flames again.

Leo, who had been watching all this from a corner of the battlefield, had been watching all this, he stood in place in a daze, his hair standing on end, and even his soul was trembling.

He knew that there was a big gap between himself and the top magicians in this world, but he never imagined that the magic used by humans would be so powerful.

Soon, however, he saw Gayward half-kneeling on the ground as if he had lost his strength, barely supporting himself with his cane.

Leo hurriedly stepped forward to help him, he lowered his head and gasped softly, and then slowly spread his hands, and some gravel fell from his hands to the ground.

It was a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, which Dumbledore had given him when he was stationed here, and if it weren't for the Philosopher's Stone, he wouldn't have been able to defeat the dragon by now.

But now, the Philosopher's Stone has also fulfilled its mission, shattering itself after losing its energy.

"Get out of here." Gayward said in a deep voice, "The fire is going to go berserk." ”

Leo's complexion changed, and he directly pulled Gayward and used the shapeshifter to leave here.

And Joan of Arc, who had been observing from one side of the cliff, also noticed that the black and white world was fading at an alarming rate.

The two worlds seem to be gradually merging.

But the "sun" in the sky still floats in the sky.

Joan of Arc's face showed a solemn look,

"If I'm you, let people get out of here quickly."

A voice came in her ear that she would never forget.

Her fate changed the moment she heard this voice

She slowly raised her head, and saw a familiar figure appear in front of her, wearing a white magic robe, white half-long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and there was a sense of dust.

But apparently, Raman didn't see the man in front of him.

Joan of Arc reacted, and then turned to Laman behind her.

"Inform the whole army, retreat!"

Raman didn't react for a moment, and asked again, "What?" ”

"I say, abandon the Verdun Line and retreat!" Once again, Joan of Arc gave the order.

Raman came back to his senses and asked with a serious face, "Please give me a reason, if you retreat now, it means that our sacrifices of tens of thousands of people these days will be in vain!" ”

Joan of Arc turned her head slowly, her eyes as clear and deep blue as the sky, but as deep as the Mariana Trench.

"It's . Divine Revelation. ”

(End of chapter)