The sky was full of hovering and roaring dragons, these naturally powerful creatures, the number is unpredictable, whether it is magic or individual strength, they are extremely powerful, some have even landed on the ground, their huge bodies are simply moving destruction machines, and the dragon's breath spewed from their mouths can melt everything.

Fortunately, the operation of the past thousand years has allowed the Holy See to design its base camp extremely strongly.

After the initial chaos, as the mournful jǐng announcer sounded, a series of silver-white sè holy light flames enveloped the entire island, and the holy mountain of zhōng yāng shrouded in patches of water-like brilliance, blocking the dragon's breath and magic attacks, and all over Sicily were covered with silvery sè magic shields, enveloping the main buildings of the island.

At the same time, an angry roar rang out from the Holy See's holy mountain.

Like lions who have suddenly taken their mates away from their mates, the mighty men of the Holy See are like dense swarms of bees, rising from the Holy Mountain and Sicily, shining with the light of fighting spirit and magic, fighting with the sudden invaders.

In the sky, from time to time, bright flames of light exploded.

Each explosion of the light cluster represents the fall of a human or dragon powerhouse.

To be able to fly in the sky, at least a moon-level powerhouse or above, but at this time, in such a crazy melee, the life of a moon-level powerhouse is not much more important than an ant, and crackling dumplings continue to fall from the sky.

The roar of the dragon and the roar of the human being, in this moment, mix together to form a hellish scene in Sicily.

After the initial chaos, Samaras and his companions immediately went into action.

"Damn the dragons, defend Sicily, we're going to fight back!"

Young Samaras was a brave divine knight with a firm faith, although his strength was only an eight-star beginner, but his long-term glory and sacrifice education made him never flinch even in the face of an invincible enemy, and they quickly locked onto a dragon that was raging on the ground and spewed fire, and rushed over.

Guarding Sicily, guarding the Holy Mountain, guarding ...... That choir girl, even if I die in battle, is glory and satisfaction.

Samaras drew his long sword and stabbed it at the behemoth in front of him.

This is just one frame from the thousands of scenes that happened in Sicily.

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Legend has it that in the era of the ancient gods and demons, the dragon clan is a powerful race that can compete with the gods and demons, and stand on its feet, every dragon is born with magic or vindictiveness, and the power of the bloodline can ensure that every member of the dragon clan, even if they don't work hard to cultivate, with the whole of the years, they can also become powerful warriors or magic powerhouses after adulthood, if it is not for the slight lack of racial reproduction ability and the scarcity of races, I am afraid that the ancient era will be renamed 'dragon era'.

The long-standing myths and legends have made human beings instinctively weak when facing the dragons.

"To dare to invade Sicily, this is a blasphemous act, no matter what it is, it will pay the price of blood!"

A magnificent and noble voice spread throughout Sicily on the holy mountain, a dazzling ball of light burst out, and in the midst of the loud chant chanting, a huge [Sword of Judgment] that was a kilometer long suddenly fell from the sky, and the breakable power of destruction even tore open a huge crack in the sky, and hundreds of giant dragons within a radius of a kilometer could not dodge, and were wiped by this terrible force, wailing and turning into ashes!

On the island of Sicily, countless knights and priests cheered.

On the side of the Holy See, the strongest finally made a move, destroying hundreds of dragons with one move, greatly boosting morale.

But the next moment, in the distant sky, there was a thunderclap-like roar, and a huge figure of crimson sè swooped down - this was a red dragon that was far larger than its kind, and this Holy See supreme strong man fought fiercely, and within ten minutes, a terrible scream sounded, and the strongest man of the Holy See, who was still showing his might just now, was bitten in two by the stumbling red dragon, the stump and broken arm, the blood rained, and suddenly fell!

The red dragon roared in the sky, and the smugness was beyond words, and the dragon clan was also demoralized.

But in the next moment, the white sè light on the ground flickered, and a series of magic cannon beams bombarded the red sè dragon fiercely, and the red sè dragon magic shield was broken in a dozen strokes, and in a splash of dragon blood dragon scales, the red sè dragon was hit hard, as if it was drunk, it staggered and fell, smashed on the ground, and before it could turn over, it was densely surrounded by low-level divine knights and divine masters who were like ants and beat the water dogs.

Such scenes are playing out everywhere in Sicily.

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High above the heavens.

There is a five-clawed golden dragon like an emperor, under the arch of hundreds of dragons that are far larger than the same kind, arrogantly looking down on the earth island below, its golden red pupils flickering with a cruel and ruthless glimmer, and its whole body is surrounded by a god-like aura, and from time to time it emits jīng divine fluctuations, directing the battle below.

And at the same time, the top of the holy mountain of Zhōng Yāng in Sicily.

Dressed in a white robe that seemed to be condensed by divine light, the Zhōng Yāng Pope, under the layers of protection of the high-level powerhouses of the Holy See around him, held a scepter in his hand, wore a divine crown on his head, his beard was white, his eyes were full of doubts and pity, and at the same time he was concerned about the changes in the battle situation.

It will be an uphill war for either side.

The real powerhouses on both sides maintained a temporary silence very tacitly, feared each other, and did not make a move.

......

The news of Sicily's attack by the Dragons shook the continent like a sudden eighteen-magnitude tsunami on the calm sea, spreading at an indescribable speed in all directions across the continent of Azeroth.

This is news that everyone is in disbelief.

The first reaction of everyone who heard the news was 'impossible, this is definitely the most nonsensical lie of the year', followed by 'No, is it true?', then 'Oh my God, it's true, isn't the dragons gone?'", the next thought is 'Where did the dragons come from, why are they attacking Sicily?', and finally the concern is 'What will be the final outcome of the war?' It should be the Holy See that won, after all, the Holy See has always been the most unprovoked force on the continent'.

In contrast, the appearance of the dragons and the attack on Sicily shocked everyone, making the war between the Jīng and the Terrans in the southern regions dim for a moment and lost their attention.

Then, all sorts of news kept spreading.

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