Shakolin, who successfully escaped, laughed and flew towards his governor's mansion at full speed, although he took an extra sword in order to save people, but with His Highness's upgraded love equipment, it is easy to use~

I saw Diarlando flying away with the dragon alive just now, and it is estimated that the injury is not serious. And his side has an official showdown, and he must immediately strike at Zannaya's shili. He had already planned everything, and he just had to return to the governor's palace and order a general attack.

Here, the hairy boy, is still a little tender when he plays with himself, hehe~

Fayle and Dan had now returned to Shaklin's private estate, on the other side of the city. Fayer is not a good man and a woman, he has long known that the injured himself plus the seriously injured knight and Dan, the three of them will definitely not be able to beat Here, rather than die in vain, it is better to escape one by one.

Just as Dan quietly touched it, and while Hurley was attracted by the big shark, he burned a short teleportation scroll and sent himself and Dan back to Achille, who had his own magical anchor.

The treacherous bad guys have a perfect collaboration, which of course no one expected beforehand.

Fayer's return immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room. While asking Achille to heal his right hand, whose bones were exposed, the mage briefly described the battle that had taken place in the Golden Dome Palace just now.

Zoya's hand was still tightly gripping Dino's, the young man's body had returned to its normal appearance, and his breathing had become steady, but the large pool of blood on his chest was still so shocking.

As alternate dragon singers, they all knew that it would be better for them to die if Deirrando died. But at the moment, no one has the confidence that they will be able to deal with such an enemy after taking over the young dragon. So they had to work together to protect Deirlando, and it was an awkward stalemate.

After healing his severed hand, Fayer walked to the balcony to gaze out at the two dragons flying farther and farther away in the setting sun. In the blood-red sky, the dragon's silhouette had shrunk to the size of a moth. He could find a way to use the dragon's magic as an anchor point to teleport himself over, but in the current inhuman battle, there was no room for ordinary people like himself to interfere.

On the ruins next to the Great Prayer Hall, Herre stood for a few minutes in the evening breeze, a puppet unable to decide what to do next until he received a new order. He instinctively wanted to chase down the shark rider who had just played him to settle the score, but the master obviously had other arrangements.

The remnants of Fekelon were rapidly evacuating, and a servant handed Herre a pitch-black marble box. Feckelen's indifferent command sounded in his head, and Hurley immediately carried out his request, digging something out of his body and throwing it into the small box.

The battle with Deirrando continued, which was what Fikelen said to him, and a moment later he used the magical connection with Sisos to transfer himself to the pseudo-dragon.

Looking down from Ryses's head, Dearlandor saw an irregular pentagonal island, the longest of which was about two miles long. This is Baisha Island, fifteen miles off the coast of White Moody, and this island and several small surrounding islands and reefs form a rich bay known as Baisha Bay. Because the island is flooded by the sea at high tide every day, there is almost no vegetation on the island, so it is not inhabited, and only occasionally fishermen rest on the island.

Resis landed on the white-sand beach and threw a long flame spray at Sisos when he looked up. When it comes to the water, Sisos is even more like a fish in water, as a semi-aquatic creature, the sea is his home turf, and the enemy moves the battlefield to the sea, which is simply his own death.

Sissos slid smoothly into the water, avoiding the flames of Reseth, and then rolled up a huge wave of ocean and slammed into the young dragon. The waves were interspersed with tiny swirls, and it knew that Reseth's scales were strong, but water could penetrate them, and even the strongest scales could be peeled off if they found a gap.

Resis leaped back, letting go of most of the water, and leaped to his feet, flying over Sisos. Diarrando jumped off the young dragon's back and landed on the fake white dragon's back. Just as he landed, Herre actually appeared.

When Diarlando saw Heray who suddenly appeared, new hatred and old hatred welled up in his heart, and he reached out to summon his magic sword and slashed at him. Hearing the movement, Hurley reflexively used his sword to survey the sword, and both of them rolled off Sisos's head with great momentum and fell into the sea.

As soon as Dearlando's magic sword fell into the sea, the surrounding sea water evaporated, and the sword body did not know that Weishenme changed from the original white to a gradient color from white to red, and formed a force field with a diameter of ten feet around it. This field of force causes the sea to center on Deerlando, freeing up a huge sphere.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Herre wanted to retreat, but Dierlando immediately chased after him relentlessly, three swords in a row, one sword harder than the other, and one sword faster than the other. Hurley had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to take the opponent's onslaught.

There was a crisp snap, and no matter how haode the weapon was, it couldn't withstand the many blows of the magic sword that was directly condensed with the dragon's magic power, and finally shattered. Heray, who had lost his weapon, was pierced by Dierlando's sword and slammed to the reef at the bottom of the sea.

It was a shallow sea, only a few feet deep above his head, and the blood-red remnant sun shone on Heray's body through the unpredictable waves of water, and although his chest was pierced, he did not look in the slightest pain. Not a single drop of blood flowed from the ruptured wound, and gurgling dark bodily fluids wriggled inside the broken muscle tissue, like an independent creature.

Diarrando grabbed Hellley's neck with one hand, looked into the other party's eyes, and spoke to the person hiding behind the scenes: "Fekren, you have failed! Your men are all finished, your broken furnace has also been demolished by me, your pseudo-dragon will be killed by Ryses soon, and you have all the skills to take it out!"

Herray's head rested between a clump of coral that he had smashed, and his original wooden expression suddenly became vivid, his green eyes turned crimson in an instant, and then the pitch-black pupils expanded from the middle, diffusing all around, and when he spoke again, the sound of a blood elf was already emitted.

"O prince of the anxious son, the outcome is not yet decided. After a long wait to compose a masterpiece, we haven't reached the time for Zuihou to clash yet. Take my gift first, and we'll meet again later. After saying that, Herre suddenly inserted his backhand into the wound on his chest, and slashed hard at both sides, tearing his chest open, and a puff of purple-black liquid suddenly sprayed towards Deirlando.

I thought Heray was going to grab the sword, but I didn't expect it to turn into self-harm. Although Diarrando immediately closed his eyes and mouth, he still seemed to have accidentally swallowed something. Hurriedly reached out to wipe the things on his face, and spat again and again, trying to spit out what he had swallowed, but the liquid with a faint fishy smell still slipped directly into his stomach.

After such a delay, looking at Heray again, he was completely silent. The cold gray skin looked like it had been dead for a long time, without a trace of life, and the internal organs in the body were in the shape of minced meat, spread like porridge at the bottom of the cavity. The muscles of the chest were dull, and the round wound from Flynn's blackstone sword was conspicuous in the abdomen, and the two ribs next to it were covered with radial cracks caused by the magic.

It seems that Fekelen has given up on this puppet, and now Heray's "prince" aura has been debunked by himself like his pseudo-dragon, and it is pointless to keep this guise any longer. Staring at the tool that had been mercilessly discarded, the feeling of victory that had been expected did not come, but instead swelled up with an indescribable irritation.

After being in a daze for a while, Dierlando Zuihou still drew his magic sword, fished Here's body from the bottom of the sea, and stepped on the reef in the direction of Baisha Island.

When he reached the depth of the water where his head could be exposed, he threw Heret's body far ashore. Then he put away the magic sword and let the sea regather and drown himself. Diarlando buried his head in the sea and scrubbed it vigorously, then took a big sip despite the saltiness of the water, trying to spit out what he had just swallowed. God knows what that black thing was just now, and when he thought of the methods of Fakelen before, Diarrando was a little uncertain.

With a thud, Ryeth fell in front of Dearlandor, stirring up an overwhelming cloud of sea and sand. Because of the previous lesson, the young dragon changed its offensive strategy, using ramming and scuffling instead of claw cracking and biting, trying to avoid the poisonous body fluids of the Bran creature from polluting the waters here.

However, Sisos, who was multiplied by the power of the sea, suppressed Reses's attacks everywhere with the help of currents and waves. The young dragon had just been caught in its claws by the whirlpool formed by the sea, and it was unstable and was pounced on by Sisos.

Another wave hit, and Rises, who was crushed to the ground, couldn't get up, and was solidly brushed by the hidden sea water.

The young dragon suddenly let out a cry of pain, and Dearlando felt a burning pain in his left shoulder for a while, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.

Risen had a small scale once lost by the Gold Eater in Leadcity, so the scales in the area around his shoulder and neck were newly long and not as large as elsewhere, so there were gaps between the scales. The swept waters spotted this weakness and swept away the scales that had just grown, much to Rises's loss.

Sisos opened his mouth to bite the young dragon's neck, which had lost the protection of its scales, and Deirlandor immediately used the symbiote's connection to pass himself over, stopping in front of its mouth, and slashing at its blood.

The sword collided with Sisos' fangs, and two teeth as thick as Dirrando's waist were severed. The pseudo-dragon retreated in surprise, but Dearlando jumped at its gaping mouth.

Thanks to the orangutan for the tip~ hehe***