Above the War Legion, there was a huge mass of flames, and the mythical giants floated in the air, directly carrying all the icicles with their bodies, and they dissolved into boiling magma without hindrance, splashing sparks in the burning flames of the giants.

Because he went up to intercept the dragon he was led by, the Medici temporarily handed over the "psychic communication" authority of the War Legion to Ulorius, who remained below.

Of the war legions below, only Ulorius didn't have to worry about looking directly at the mythical form and losing control, he raised his head, his gentle gaze that didn't change much, still staring at the back of the flame giant.

A long river of silver flowed under Ulorius's eyes, and his eyes tingled slightly, but he never looked away, ready to unleash the power of the "reset" and pull Medici back from the edge of reason.

Without Ulorius in the group, Medici wouldn't have taken such a risk, knowing that someone would defend his back for him, he could rest assured that he would give his back to his companions.

The Dragons are not afraid to face the battle of mythical creatures, and even if their spirits are affected, they can more quickly stabilize their state with "pacification" by "dragons".

The Flame Giant's body wasn't as spectacular as the dragon, but it was enough for Medici to hold off the white dragon at the front, and when he got closer, the fighting style shifted to a more straightforward fight—the flame-covered fist swung upwards and landed ferociously on the white dragon's jaw.

Ulorius suddenly looked away, staring at the point where fate was violently disturbed, and he peeked into a dark shadow of death: "Sarah, all transferred, thirty meters on the left, ready for battle on the right wing." ”

Ulorius's voice was conveyed directly to the entire team, and under the bond of the "War Bishop", all individuals were only a part of the whole, and everyone was deeply aware of it.

The jewel-encrusted lady at the back of the line waved her hands in the air again, she tore through the "passage" large enough for the entire team to fall into, and then everyone landed steadily thirty meters to the left, without even much shaking of the center of gravity.

It was clear that they had long been accustomed to such a sudden change of position.

A cyan dragon emerged from the air and swooped down on the spot where everyone had just stood, roaring angrily as it found nothing.

The young man at the head of the right wing had a serious expression, he had already prepared before the transfer, and as soon as the team arrived at the direction, he immediately raised the long sword in his right hand towards the dragon and shouted in the ancient Hermetian language: "Deprivation! ”

The "Plague Storm" that the dragon had intended to unleash was suddenly sealed, and in such a contrarian way, its long tail slammed into the ground, sweeping up large sections of tree trunks and falling on the team.

The lady with countless filaments coiled around her body stretched out her hands and gracefully circled in the air, and the black flames almost formed a long snake with vitality, pouring down along the invisible spider silk into the air, quickly burning most of the obstacles.

Falling splinters of wood spilled on them, limply ricocheted off by the armor.

The cyan dragon spread its wings, and just as it was about to take off again, the shadow beneath its feet suddenly writhed, and another pure black dragon made of shadows floated from the soles of its feet, pounced on the cyan dragon's body, and tore fiercely.

And the people of the War Legion seized the opportunity.

Ulorius's faint "attack" made the "Hunter" team led by Medici shout, and burst out with completely different and huge enthusiasm and fighting spirit.

The flames erupted, merging with each other, forging themselves into sharp blades and slashing out.

All the Extraordinaries with ranged attacks or restraints are actively using their extraordinary abilities to assist the shadow, trying to kill the cyan dragon as soon as possible.

Ulorius' gaze fell back to the Flame Giant, Medici still maintaining his mythical creature form, and even from a distance, Ulorius could faintly hear Medici's uncontrollable laughter.

The dragon was biting at the Flame Giant's body, and then it was met head-on with boiling lava blood and heat-pumping fists.

Medici was enjoying the conquest that the battle brings, including the painful part, almost utterly draining his spirit, and then drawing his vitality from the battle.

Blooming by burning.

——

Darzyberg stood in the sky, and the many dragons that lunged at him seemed to be able to crush him directly if they got closer.

"Bell—"

The mighty bell rang out from the small figure, resounding in the sky and over the entire "City of Miracles".

One of the scales lit up, and all the dragons slowed down, as if trapped in an invisible mire. The passage of time was slowed down, their eyes still angry and vicious, but they could not get any closer to the figure.

"He rains coals and brimstone on the evildoers; He punished them with scorching flames. ”*

Darriberg's voice was less intense, more akin to a whispered prayer.

He lifted the cross on his chest high, and a light bright enough to dredge all colors rose from his hand, and a circle of sun, which radiated the purest temperature and energy, burst out from his body, as if from the horizontal horizon, directly plucked from the twilight:

A fiery red ribbon, a long whip that lashes at the evildoers of the alien race, a shockwave powerful enough to slash through any dragon's body defenses, declare the power of the true god.

A long, bitter and resentful howl rang out from the depths of Ludwig, and the leader of the dragon clan realized something, but it was too late, and its massive body could not catch up with the speed of the sun when it flew up.

"Bell-bell-"

The bell rang again, and the second and third scales lit up one after the other.

At the moment when the sun swung at the dragons, time was already out of bondage, and the light of the sun passed through the dragons, and without any hindrance, it directly split their bodies horizontally, breaking them up and down.

There wasn't even much blood or organs spilled in the area that was penetrated, and the flesh began to clot and melt the moment it was burned and cut off.

It was a silent overturn, and before the dragons could even howl, their heads were off their necks, their wings cut off from their roots, and their lower limbs separated from their chests. A large number of dragons were staring at the sky in a daze until they were completely dead, their lifeless empty eyes, and they were only confused.

Darzyborg lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the dragon king who flew out of the "City of Miracles".

"The Dragon of Fantasy" Angelweed.

After witnessing the death of his people out of carelessness, he could no longer endure it and resolved to fight it himself, rather than shun the new gods with the breath of the earth.

"Bell—"

The fourth bell sounded more like a declaration to the sky that everything in the field had been emptied.

The dead dragon fell from the sky, like a collapsing mountain peak after another, and the dragon who was lucky enough to survive from the sun, because of the instinct to survive, gave birth to a strong sense of fear, and subconsciously retreated outward.

Angelweed's roar rang out, trying to drown out the ethereal bell.

The spiritual piercing of "Dragon Breath" and the shock of "Dragon Might" came along with the roar, which even contained more hidden will interference.

Angelweed stared at each other urgently, dividing into a virtual personality that wanted to infiltrate the other's psychic island, and he tried to use the power of "insight" to peek into the loophole of the psyche, since this new god can be dyed with the breath of the earth, there must be a fear that it can be exploited.

"Bell-bell-"

Darzyberg just stood quietly in the air, the roar that didn't make him move his feet, much less frightened, only rolled up the corners of his white robe.

Angleweed cannot shake the sun that stands between heaven and earth.

He couldn't find what was supposed to be like him, the shadows and fears that came from the depths of his heart, and there was not even any sign of the other being eroded by the forces of the earth.

It's not reasonable, it's impossible!

The imagined ending that Angleweed had left before leaving Levihid was twisting in an unknowable direction, and he felt the uncontrollability of it all very clearly.

Is things turning for a situation that He can't turn around right away?

"Bell-bell-bell-"

The tick symbols continued to beat, emitting a strange shimmer, and the blazing sun light around Dariberg intensified, and he sighed softly, but only Angelweed heard the slight voice:

"Are you looking for this?"

The curtain of shadows that had been floating behind Dariberg suddenly cracked, and Sasriel's figure stood in the middle of a sea of chaos, meeting Angleweed's eyes.

The offensive was reversed in an instant, and Angleweed, who was caught by the loophole in his heart, completely turned into a trap rashly, and when he was lured away from Livixid, another ending had already been written in the hands of the other party.

Even just such a glimpse, the waves mixed with various colors were enough to awaken Angleweed's strongest fears.

"Bell-bell-"

Suddenly there was a roar in the direction of Liweised.

Angleweed's psychic hole was suddenly widened, he had absolute control over his utopian city, and naturally knew what was going on.

There are traitors within the Dragons, and who has attacked his city from within......

Darhi Bogping raised his hands and spread them upward, while Sasriel, hidden behind the curtain of shadows, made the same movement, like the shadow of the sun, so that the shadow and the light could become one for a short time.

Angleweed unleashed a devastating wave in the subconscious sea, trying to confuse and divide the two in sync.

Dariberg's golden eyes also reflected the color of the chaotic ocean, and he spoke again:

"Let the guilty be judged."

The light and shadow flickered, and a sun lit up in the sky, enveloping Angleweed.

The dragon's voice of curse and resentment echoed in Darzyberg's consciousness:

"Impossible! Your end will only be sadder than mine! There's no way you're going to touch that ocean unscathed! Unless—"

"Bell—"

The phantom of the twelve-bar scale at Darriberg's feet lit up.

The death of the "utopian dragon" is announced to the world, and this is the end of the fall of the "City of Miracles" to the ground.

*Psalm 11:6

The template of the ancient sun god is really big male protagonist......

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