After the flames dissipated, a large crater about 100 meters wide appeared in the ruins, with lingering smoke still emitting from it, and a burnt smell filled the air.
In the large pit lay fallen soldiers and fine pieces of soil. They were scattered scattered. A few screamed in pain, but most were buried motionless in the soil, no longer showing signs of life.
"Let's fight." Looking at the large pit that appeared in front of him, a dark brown female warrior stepped out.
Beside her, soldiers with guns and shields separated like a tide, making way for this powerful transcendent.
The spear waving in her hand waved and rotated wantonly, and the air resounded with the sound of electric sparks. As she continued to advance, her footsteps became faster and faster, like a phantom, traveling backwards, straight into the falling dark red flames in the sky.
"Roar -" the red dragon in the sky roared again. The four Sequence 6 dragon knights cooperated with the Sequence 7 dragon beneath them, emitting a powerful magic shock, stirring the Mana in the atmosphere, gradually turning into fiery red clouds.
Gathered together, and then condensed into burning flames falling from the sky.
The originally bright sky was gradually obscured by lead-colored thick clouds, and the fiery red meteors burned slowly across the sky, leaving long tail flames and smashing into the charging legionnaires below.
They are the last remaining force of the Paskar family. Although they are less than one-tenth of what they were in the past, they are still an extremely terrifying force in today's southern border.
In the heyday of the Pascal family before the cataclysm, there were more than 500 Sequence 7 red dragons, controlled by the same Sequence 7 dragon knights, and they were the well-deserved overlord of the sky.
Even in the Great Crusade after the change of heaven and earth, there were nearly a hundred dragons that reached Sequence 7 again. Unfortunately, most of them disappeared on the battlefield. The power left behind now is too weak, so they were easily abandoned by the royal family.
and victims.
But as the duke who has been guarding the southern border for hundreds of years, his heritage is not so easy to lose. After the master's family was brutally liquidated, they launched several rebellions, and this time they made a desperate move and took out the few remaining noble and extraordinary people.
who.
"Dragon of misfortune, roar with me!"
On the high mountain castle, dozens of dragon wizards wearing dragon horn masks and robes with metal corners formed a special magic circle. As they cast spells, hundreds of dragon phantoms that were nearly a kilometer long appeared.
gradually appeared in the sky.
Dragon Sequence 8 Jabba Walker
The fantasy dragon that only exists in nightmares is not a product of nature, but a fantasy dragon created by the Pascal family's secret method. Compared with ordinary dragons, this dragon's shape is more special.
The scales on the body surface are magnificent and gradually change, like metal, like gems. The long wings are not flesh wings, but wings covered with feathers, like some kind of bird. The colors of its feathers are mixed with red, green, yellow and blue, and the four colors are staggered.
The distribution gives people a coquettish and strange dreamy feeling.
Seeing the phantom of the Sequence 8 dragon gradually taking shape in the air, the legion commander below frowned deeply and waved his sword to command.
"Let all the eight elite regiments under the 71st Legion take lava potion, Gila monster potion, and Swift Spirit potion."
"Yes, sir." Although the messenger looked surprised, he quickly conveyed the message.
These three are gold-grade medicines. Although elite corps have always been equipped with them, they are extremely expensive and rare. Commanders will never let soldiers take them until critical moments.
That is not only because of the extraordinary gold coins, but also because of the side effects of taking the medicine. If you take three of them at the same time, you may lose half your life after the battle, and it will take a lot of time to adjust and detoxify.
Soon, a strange whistle sounded on the battlefield.
Then one by one, the elite soldiers took out the temporarily distributed medicine, bit open the bottle cap and drank it quickly.
The surging magic power began to burn in the body, and the burning feeling in the stomach spread along the body. The outer layer of the skin began to be covered with a dark red color, and then the remaining sparks and atmosphere in the air were no longer hot.
This is a lava potion that can greatly enhance resistance to high temperatures and burning.
Then bursts of throbbing pain came from the muscles of the limbs, and the fibers of the muscles began to become tough and stiff. Although the agility was partially reduced, you are still tough and tough. If you let an ordinary crossbow shoot, I am afraid it will only leave a slight
Shallow white marks that cannot break the skin.
This is a Gila monster potion that can temporarily petrify some tissues and greatly improve their defense.
After drinking the last bottle of potion, the soldiers felt that their bodies seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and began to break away from the constraints of gravity, as if they could walk in the air. Their speed suddenly increased, shuttled through the flames falling from the sky, avoiding large pieces of fire.
Flame strike.
"kill!"
These soldiers shouted in unison, and the staggered spear points surged forward like a tide of white blades, penetrating the soldiers garrisoned in the middle of the mountain and heading towards the castle at the top.
"Aren't you ready yet?" Gersmi was wearing a gray suit and a gray coat, with only a red dragon badge on a black background on his chest.
He anxiously asked a masked dragon wizard, who told him not to disturb him.
"This ritual has an extraordinary meaning. We cannot advance or speed it up, otherwise it will only lead to failure." Waving his hand, the priest-like dragon wizard walked out of the castle again and came to the top rooftop.
"Shout, swim, you are the sin of people's hearts, the fear of living beings, the nightmare of dreams, Jabba Walker!"
This long prayer, in the mouth of a kind of dragon wizard, is like a song, like a sigh, with ups and downs, and the magic power in the sky is also swimming, constantly filling the gradually forming shadow.
Standing on the top of the castle, Charlanlot held on to the broken walls and looked up at the sky. The long body of the dragon seemed to cover the entire sky. She opened her eyes wide and exhausted her field of vision, but she could not completely contain it.
"Is this the origin of our family's name, the Dragon of Desire?"
The fictitious lines and scales gradually condensed, and the four-colored wings began to wave slowly, and a powerful spiritual oppression slowly came over.
At the foot of the mountain, the fully armed legionnaires fought hard, and the army flashed with brilliant arcs and explosions from time to time. They were rare War Sequence 6 extraordinary beings. They were like the condensed will of the legion, turning over in the dragon's breath and weapons.
Flying around, using various attack methods fiercely, destroying key nodes one by one, opening the way for the following troops.
The flames of war began to spread to the castle on the top of the mountain, and fierce street fighting took place inside the castle.
On the dark staircase walkway, a thunder gun suddenly pierced the shield-holding knight in front of him, burning the opponent to a crisp. Then the thunder gun was drawn out, bringing with it a burst of blood, causing the powerful Sequence 5 shield guard to slowly fall down.
With only a small amount of armor covering her body, this berserker-like female transcendent held a spear in her backhand and moved forward step by step, crushing everyone who tried to stop her.
"It's getting closer, Miss Charlanlot. I won't let you escape this time." She had a pair of golden eyes, which emitted a cold light in the flames and dust, so cruel and decisive.
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Demonic Sequence 6: The Guilty Spear, Valina. It was she who killed Charanlot's last relative, the white flower of the Netivin family, the dragon knight Ewinnie, that night.
Time seemed to have become extremely precious. In this second, the soldiers of the Baskar family stationed in the castle resisted tenaciously and tried their best to delay time.
"Glory of the Red Dragon!" With a trembling roar, a dozen soldiers holding red steel dragon shields charged in the opposite direction, trying not to think about the possible failure and death. The magic of the dragon sequence was implemented in the gun blade.
and shields, forming an airtight wall on the narrow ground and advancing forward.
"Yeah?"
While leading the team forward, Legion Commander Sinclair waved the dark blue swords in his hands, and tiny sparks of magic, like blue lightning, instantly chopped down in the air.
The originally noisy and intense alleyway suddenly lost half of its sound, and then the soldiers charging with shields slowly fell down, their pupils dilated, full of unwillingness and confusion.
A broken curtain casually covered the dead soldiers, and Sinclair led the men forward again.
"Sorry, the era of the red dragon is over."
During the battle, the lightning-fast sword cut through the stubborn bodies one by one, declaring the defeat of these old nobles.
"Now is the pale red empire." He muttered in a low voice, with special emphasis on the word empire.
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Time was getting tighter and tighter, and the giant dragon that was originally hovering in the sky had to temporarily give up its air superiority, swoop down, and fight the attacking corps.
The breath of flames, blazing in the center and dark at the edges, swept across the mountain road, turning a group of ordinary soldiers with improper protection into charcoal. They did not have the treatment of an elite regiment and could not withstand the black-red flames.
"boast--"
With the sound of masonry collapsing, a hole was opened in the rooftop, and then a dark brown figure jumped out. The red spear moved forward with her movement, piercing through several garrisoned knights, and then she threw away the spear.
bloodstains on.
With her cheeks covered with dust and beads of sweat, Varina looked at the Pascal princess in the red and black dress opposite the firelight with a look that was determined to win.
I see you, Charlotte.
As long as I catch you, I can get an incomparable reward. It's really interesting. The prey in this world is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts sway.
"Protect the young lady!" Seeing the enemy troops reaching the last rooftop of the castle, a group of knights wearing black and red dragon cloaks surrounded Charanlot, blocking attacks that might come at any time.
The body was swimming on the ground at high speed, dodging the zigzag trajectories to avoid the incoming weapons. The female warrior of the demonic sequence instantly entered a state of high spirits. The magic power emanating from her body was like a flame, and a burning breath flowed in the air.
Compared with the extraordinary sequence, the combat effectiveness of the demon sequence of the same level is often a bit higher. Even though this has various side effects and costs, it still makes countless people obsessed with it.
Like a hot iron, the whistling spear pierced through the armor and body, tearing holes in the solid human wall. The smell of burning and white smoke rose up in wisps, causing Charlanlot to retreat unconsciously.
Although she has the strength of Sequence 4, she is still not enough to watch in this kind of battle.
He covered his mouth and nose with his lace-gloved palms, his eyes fixed on the enemies that were constantly attacking him, and his other hand reached out to his waist. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pulled it out, and held it in front of him.
Only then did Charlanlot feel a slight sense of security. At least, she could resist for a moment so that she would not die unconsciously.
The black and red knights beside them separated some of them and stepped forward to interfere and hinder this ferocious opponent like a leopard. Others arranged in a circular array like a flower, surrounding Charanlot in the middle.
Although these extraordinary beings who practice the Dragon Sequence cannot fight with the same resonance as the War Sequence, their special positions and coordination try to share the damage evenly and firmly protect the Red Dragon Princess.
The sound of exploding lightning resounded in the air from time to time, and the red spear penetrated each and every stubborn body. In less than a minute, the number of these black and red dragon knights was reduced by nearly one-third, and dozens of people died.
On the rooftop.
"Roar, Jabba Walker!"
On the other side of the rooftop, the dragon wizards roared loudly. With this call, the giant dragon with an illusory structure that day finally came to life.
The long dragon body swam in the air, emitting brilliant light and shadow, and then the giant dragon coiled around the sky and emitted a long roar.
The sound in the atmosphere is not violent, but everything in the field of vision seems to be hazy, and the consciousness begins to blur. This is a fantasy dragon that directly impacts people's soul and makes people fall into nightmares forever.
The gorgeously colored dragon scales resemble those of butterflies and insects. This giant dragon has two rows of purple crystal-like pupils. Under its dragon roar, many soldiers staggered, and finally fell into a deep nightmare.
Whether it was the legionnaires of the empire or the followers of the Baskar family, they all began to fall. Most of the soldiers below Sequence 2 went directly into sleep. A small number of Sequence 3 extraordinary people covered their heads and twisted and struggled on the ground, helpless.
If they fight again, the Sequence 4 Transcendents will not be much better.
Charanlot stood there blankly, motionless.
"What's wrong, Xiao Xia Luo?" A familiar voice sounded in her ear.
Turning around, Charlanlot saw a woman holding an umbrella. She was probably in her 20s and was wearing a complicated and fluffy dress.
"Sister Evitina." Looking at this beautiful face in the sun, Charlanlot lowered her head slightly.
"What's wrong? I see you are a little unhappy today. Did something unhappy happen to you?"
The graceful eldest lady leaned down and looked at her half-sister.
Unlike Charallot, Evitina was born to the head wife of the Red Dragon Duke. She had a very high status in the family and almost married the Emperor Aimank back then.
Although the marriage failed later, this person's status has not been reduced.
"No, it's nothing. It just feels like I've had a dream for a long time." Charlotte was held by Evitina's hand and walked in the garden of the courtyard.
"Is it a nightmare? It's really scary." Evitina walked in front, her voice soft and quiet.
"Actually, I hate having dreams like this. Sometimes I get so angry that I can't sleep and sit on the bedside feeling frustrated."
Thinking of Sister Evitina sitting on the bedside, Charlanlot couldn't help but smile a little.
"Sister Evitina is just angry, isn't she scared?"
"No, why should you be afraid? A dream is a dream after all. I stand on the side of reality, so why should I be afraid of hypocrisy?"
"But...but, I still worry about unknown things." Charlanlot whispered, feeling like she was a child again, running around behind her sister, not daring to refute her.
Discourse.
"You are still so weak and timid, but you are also very cute, geek." The eldest lady turned around, bent down, touched Charlanlot's head, and then pulled her away.
He went into a round pavilion and sat down.
"Our family is known as the Dragon of Desires, how can we let nightmares frighten us?" After the two sat down, Evitina opened the fruit plate on the table, took out a few grapes, and peeled them open gently.
, and then put it into Charanlot's mouth.
A unique sweet taste of summer comes from the tip of the tongue.
"Does Charlotte know the origin of our family?"
"I have read some books and it seems that it was separated from the royal family."
"Indeed, but it's not just that. In fact, there are many branches from the royal family, but why is it that only our family has become a duke and sits on the southern border of the empire."
"Because our ancestors subdued the giant red dragon hovering on the top of the mountain, everything that followed happened."
"Power is so gorgeous and beautiful that it makes people intoxicated. But taming the dragon is not something that can be accomplished by strength alone."
"The frenzied power is like a rampaging monster, which makes people get lost. During the process of practicing the Dragon Order, some people turned into dragons and could never wake up again, and truly turned into monsters."
Evitina picked up a light purple grape and looked at it against the sun. A little sunlight penetrated the fruit, revealing the light purple pulp and the fine veins in it.
"When using power, you need to know when to restrain it and when to release it. It's like wrapping the blazing sun with warm water, so that every bit of heat can be used without hurting those around you."
"This will last a long time."
"But things are easy to change, and people will gradually forget the principles of the past."
"Do you have nightmares? That's because you're afraid or anxious."
"That may be something you have forgotten, or a reality that you have ignored."
"The nightmare is not your enemy, it just wants to tell you that the real crisis is approaching step by step."
In the halo of summer, the sweet grape juice, the woman in the fine shadows, and the hazy and dreamy garden made Charlanlot relax and sleep peacefully.
Until that sharp dragon roar broke everything again.
The rooftop full of ruins came into view, the dust and flames swayed in the wind, and the sounds of intertwined and shining battles came from the sky.