The outcome of the huge battle in mid-air was determined at this moment. Silver Dragon Mythril's body shape was not at an advantage, and the injuries left before severely affected her speed. After receiving continuous heavy blows, she finally

Unable to hold on, his movements were obviously delayed for a moment. The huge black dragon seized the opportunity and swung its tail condescendingly to hit the former's waist hard. Mythril let out a wail and fell from the air with bruises all over her body. She suddenly

Falling to the ground, the huge body swept away several streets in an instant. Graystone Town seemed to make a painful sound at that moment. The subsidence of the ground spread layer by layer in all directions, and the houses collapsed one after another.

The fallen Mysriel pushed forward on the ground, and the remaining momentum was not dissipated. Buildings large and small were shattered to pieces under her body. It was like a bulldozer that shoveled down half of Greystone Town. It was about to approach Rowes's town.

The neighborhood where the compass is located.

The Eruin envoy who was preparing to transfer felt that the world was overturned at that moment. Everyone lost their footing and fell to the ground. Amidst the screams of the chaos, the people near the window watched in despair as a shadow pressed towards them.

, that scene looked very much like a tsunami, but it was replaced by a broad silver backbone. Rows of houses collapsed and shattered under this backbone, and then were swept under it. When the last row of buildings fell apart, the shadow of death

Almost right in front of you.

The nobles were in a panic. They left the building like ants and fled in all directions. However, their speed could not be faster than the falling dragon. Their escape was just to delay their death for a moment.

The house made a terrible creaking and screaming sound, and one wall had completely collapsed under the pressure. Enid, who was under the wall, was petrified. The earl's daughter stood there blankly, watching this scene.

He even forgot to dodge.

"Enid, get out of the way!" Oni shouted.

The latter remained indifferent.

Medisa rushed out at the critical moment——

"Wings of ectoplasm!" she shouted. A gray-white net spread out from the left and right sides of her body. Pieces of shining hexagonal net-like structures formed a wing-like shape. The little silver elf princess gritted her teeth and waved.

The wingtips on both sides of the wings were bent toward the middle, standing in front of Enid, resisting the collapsing wall. The wall hit it and fell into pieces. The ground rumbled. In an instant, Mythril's back broke through the wall and came out with it.

Medisa's spiritual wings collided together.

Medissa let out a whimper. The power of the black dragon Malthus that she indirectly resisted was a full blow from the sage. Even though it had dissipated a lot, it was still not something that her laws could withstand. The spiritual wings supported Mythril's blow.

In an instant, the stable hexagonal mesh structure began to bend and deform, and then revealed white cracks, shattering like glass. People could even clearly hear the crisp sound of the crystal breaking.

The arms, hands, and armor on the back of the little silver elf princess were shattered inch by inch, and cracks appeared on her skin. The fire of the soul spurted out from it, as if burning on her surface.

"Ugh——"

Enid seemed to wake up just now, "Medissa!" the earl's daughter shouted in panic.

At this time, a second person finally rushed out. It was Eco, "Miss Medissa, let me help you!" Then came the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Guard, and then Marjorie, the deputy commander of the Summer Solstice Knights.

Longfield and the Summer Solstice Knights all rushed forward to block Mythril's back with all their strength, but except for Bloomfield, human power seemed so weak in the face of this level of battle.

He was knocked away immediately.

"Nia!" Delphiri's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she reminded loudly: "Hold on to me!"

"Miss, you can't..."

Delphiri had put her hand on her chest, and dark spells flashed on her white arms one after another. She stretched out her hand and pointed at the broad back of the silver dragon. Black flames seemed to be burning out from her chest, and it was burning fiercely.

Forming the upper body of a huge demon, the demon howled, waved its arms, and pushed heavily behind Mythril. The force of this blow was so powerful that the high silver wall was slightly shaken.

A meal - the spell, Banuk's Claw, this demonic spell can instantly summon the power of Banuk, the seventh lord under the River of Sulfur, the King of the Black Fire Abyss. However, like all other demonic spells, its

The backlash was equally astonishing. Delphiri, who was already weak, was vomiting blood and fainted.

Her spell finally worked, and Medissa's pressure eased a little, and she finally found time to cast the spell.

“Inspire!”

The law of the planeswalker was activated, and bright white light rose from everyone nearby. Medissa's fragmented ectoplasmic wings tended to solidify again in this white light. The castration of the silver dragon Mythril finally slowed down.

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"It's just a little closer!" Eco shouted loudly.

But the little silver elf princess only felt shivering. The dragon's power seemed to be endless, which made people almost despair.

At this time, a hand appeared beside her out of thin air. The hand gently pressed on the silver dragon's back. The whole space seemed to shake slightly. Countless silver lines spread out from the contact point between the hand and the silver dragon's back. These

The line segments intertwined with each other and shone slightly, forming a huge net. Mythril hit this net hard. At that moment, the sharp air flow formed a scream, and the giant silver net shone with dazzling light, but

That's all. Everyone was surprised to see this scene - Mysriel actually stopped slowly.

The moment Medissa saw the hand, she completely relaxed, as if all the strength in her body had been drained. Her body softened and she almost fell to her knees. Before that, a hand supported her, and then Bran

Many faces appeared in her field of vision. The latter glanced coldly in the air before looking down at the little princess who had been summoned by her.

"Lord..." The little silver elf princess was so weak that she could hardly make a sound.

"Didn't I let you leave earlier?" Brando looked at the injuries on Medisa's body with some heartache, but he was more angry.

"But Miss Roman..."

"She's fine." Brando interrupted her: "Come on, let's take the others out of this place first."

Medisa was slightly startled when she saw a hamster standing on Brando's shoulder. The hamster looked ordinary, but the breath of its soul was very familiar. She widened her eyes: "Bai Wu! What are you doing?

It’s become like this!”

Bai Wu snorted softly, obviously disdainful to answer this question.

Seeing Bai Wu, Medissa knew that Roman might have been out of danger. The former was probably here to report the news. She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded weakly to Brando. As for Medisa's situation,

Brando frowned. He supported the little princess and asked softly: "Can you still stand in your current situation?"

Medisa's face was slightly red. The loss of soul fire in her body was quite serious, which was similar to that of a living person who had exhausted their physical strength, but she still nodded lightly.

Brando sighed: "Don't be brave."

After saying that, he bent down directly, put his hands through the little princess's knees, and hugged her directly. Medissa then raised her head, smiled at the lord who was holding her, and said: "Thank you, lord."

"You are much more generous than Antitina." Brando said in surprise.

"After all, I am the commander of the Silver Elf, Lord." Medissa said in her heart. She began to feel very tired. She gently leaned her head on the chest of her Lord, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Brando looked at the silver elf girl in his arms and sighed. He told Medissa that he would take the others away. After all, it was just a comforting statement. The battle between the two giant dragons had completely destroyed the gray spirit.

Stone Town, now they have nowhere to hide, and they can only hope that the silver dragon can continue to attract Malthus' attention. But Mythril, who was lying in the ruins, tried several times to stand up from the ground, but finally failed.

The black dragon Malthus looked down at the entire Greystone Town indifferently from mid-air, obviously noticing the tiny humans below. It was unwilling to do it himself, and only signaled the ridge dragon beasts flying in the sky to circle down and surround these small humans.

The wretch in its eyes.

When Brando saw this scene, he secretly cried out that he was unlucky. While thinking about a way to escape, he asked Cooper to gather Cruz's nobles, and then asked Eco to leave with the injured people first, while he turned around

Turning around, he and Nimesis drew out their swords at the same time, facing the dragon beasts coming from the sky.

These dragon beasts were nothing to worry about for him, but he knew very well how proud the dragon was. Although Malthus didn't bother to do it himself now, he would never let them leave. How difficult it would be to escape under the eyes of an adult dragon.

, I can figure it out even if I think on my knees.

There was only one solution at the moment, and he subconsciously turned his attention to the scarred silver dragon Mysril.

"Humans, we need to cooperate." It was at this time that a voice sounded in their minds at the same time.

Brando was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would think of him together. In his impression, the pride of the dragons would never let them be so condescending. With such doubts, he raised his head,

Just as Mythril looked in this direction, a soft light flashed in the silver dragon's mercury-like eyes.

Mysriel was covered in blood, and the scales on her back and wings were all bloody. She breathed heavily and replied softly: "Malthus will never let you go, human beings, help me buy some time, as long as I can fly."

Get up, and I can find a way to lure it away——"

Buying time? Brando was a little confused. He raised his head and glanced at Malthus in mid-air. That was a dragon. His teacher Mephistopheles might be able to do it, but he was not enough to fill the gap between his teeth.

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"I don't think I can do it, dear lady." Brando had to answer honestly.

Mythril shook her head and suddenly said: "No, I think you can do it - I once saw the same power as you in a person, about a thousand years ago, I once saw him in the Silver Sea

I passed that person. At that time, he was just a well-known wizard among the younger generation among the Buga people. Do you know who he is now?"

Of course Brando knew who it was. I am afraid that name is unknown to everyone on the Warnd continent. He did not expect that the dragon lady who met him for the first time would compare that person to himself.

I don't know if this is considered a compliment.

Above the sky, overwhelming dragon beasts are flying in this direction.

"I really can't buy time for you, dear lady, this is not a game I can participate in," Brando shook his head. As he said, he took out a strange dial from his arms: "But I want to

We do have room to work together.”

"Elapsed pointer!" Mysriel exclaimed: "You really told me that I read it correctly——"

Brando glanced at the sky: "There is another problem now. The time pointer can only accelerate me and the creatures or objects I come into contact with. How can I get to you without attracting that guy's attention?

It's best to go faster, my people can't stop those dragon beasts."

"It's very simple." Mythril replied. She moved a little on the ruins, and her huge wings drooped down, covering Brando.

"I can only accelerate the flow of time for you for about five minutes. Is that enough, dear lady?" Brando calculated that with a being with the power level of Mythril to accelerate time for five minutes, he would lose at least two

Level, but at this time, he had to choose this way.

Ms. Silver Dragon calculated for a moment and then nodded: "It's a little less, but I think it's enough for me to recover."

Brando nodded. Time was limited, so he stopped talking nonsense and directly put his hand on Mythril's wings and started the elapsed pointer.
To be continued...