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Chapter 796: Losa's Death

Chapter 796: Losa's Death

The Paladin holding the Dragon-Shooting Crossbow had veins bulging on his face. This seemingly small and delicate crossbow was like an insatiable vampire, constantly sucking his blood, holy glory, and even his life.

The offerings in the temple do not in any way change its nature as a murderous weapon.

But the paladin, who had long been prepared to face death calmly, chanted the sacred prayers more and more loudly as his body grew weaker and weaker.

Along with the dragons' vicious roars, behind him, in the golden light twisted by resentment, were reflected the shadows of horrible dragons whose bodies were deformed and looked as if they had been tortured in purgatory for countless years.

Their greedy eyes were fixed on the terrifying dragon in the sky that was wantonly displaying its power, like the incarnation of Satan.

This was the reason why Lothar was able to accurately pierce the heart of "Red Lightning" with this crossbow arrow.

Because of the greedy gaze of these dragons, they never move away from the source of the dragon's life.

Admiral George wanted to urge the Paladin, but seeing his expression as if he was in great torture, he hesitated several times to speak - before this, they had never tested the power of this artifact, because the cost of using this artifact would be human life.

Moreover, he must be a person who is strong enough.

Only a "humanoid dragon" like Lothar could withstand such damage with his strong physique, and after killing the red lightning, he seized its blood power, which supported him to continue fighting with the three-headed dragon ridden by Mahamu II.

boom--

Boiling lava burst out from the cracks in the earth again, and countless people were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

In the center of the dragon flames, the Iron Duke, who was clamped in the dragon's claws, was enduring an unknown disaster. The royal mages and paladins who stayed in the camp shot out ice cones, crosses, and sword marks in an attempt to stop the dragon's rampage.

But the dragon looked as if it was not afraid of death, as if it would rather die than inflict indelible trauma on the expeditionary force.

"How on earth did the Texans manage to make this dragon fight us to the death at all costs?"

"They must have mastered some kind of evil magic to control the dragon's mind!"

"Why isn't the dragon-shooting crossbow firing yet? If this continues, the Iron Duke will be buried in the dragon's flames."

In fact, the Iron Duke's life is secondary. This set of Iron Duke's armor is of vital importance and must not be burned by dragon flame.

A paladin with a face full of anger rode a winged Pegasus into the air, bent his bow and drew his arrow, trying to shoot the dragon's fragile eyes. But as soon as he flew into the sky, he found himself on a grill. The high temperature here had reached an unbearable level.

The next moment, a strong wind blew up, and the flames were swept up by the wind-raising technique of the sea dragon, like a dragon with a bloody mouth wide open, swallowing the paladin in one gulp.

The strong wind carried the dragon's fire, raging in the British camp, engulfing the paladins and royal mages one after another.

Inside the underground bunker, feeling the horrible noises coming from above their heads, the officers of the advisory group were still somewhat frightened. They were invited by the Texans to mediate the war.

Wouldn't it be a joke if I were really burned to death by the dragon?

"It's really scary. No wonder those soldiers call it the red and black death god, the incarnation of Satan."

"Lieutenant Colonel Manstein, how does your Grand Commander's dragon compare to this red and black Grim Reaper?"

Manstein replied in a serious tone: "The size of the Grand Commander's dragon is much smaller than this demon dragon. I'm afraid the demon dragon in front of us is more terrifying."

"Besides, even if they are of similar size, there is no comparison between a winged flying dragon and a wingless land dragon."

If quadrupedal dragons and two-legged dragons still have their own advantages and disadvantages, the gap between flying dragons and land dragons is that they are no longer two species at all. In the era when dragons were still prosperous, higher-level dragons never regarded wingless land dragons as their own kind.

Even the best among the land dragons can have bloodline levels that reach the level of high-level dragon species.

"Hahaha, Baron Hans really doesn't give your Grand Commander any face at all."

Manstein said sternly, "I am just discussing the matter at hand. Even if the Grand Master holds the Holy Cross Lance that was passed down from his predecessor and once killed Jagiellon VIII in battle, he is definitely no match for this demon dragon."

The officer of the advisory group who teased him smiled in self-indulgent laughter. Although these Prussians were also considered Germans, their temperaments were very different from those of the Austrians.

If it were in Austria, such an officer who was ignorant of the ways of the world would never have been able to stand out and join this advisory group that seemed to have a bright future.

Those so-called Junker aristocrats, a bunch of peasants, really cannot integrate into the German aristocratic circle.

Conrad, the head of the advisory group, coughed lightly. "No wonder His Majesty wants us to cooperate with the Texans on an equal footing. Even if our allies are willing to give Texas to us, it will be difficult for us to use force to annex them."

"Unfortunately, if this is what the Texans rely on, then after this battle, the Texans' deterrent power will be greatly reduced."

"Yes, if the Texans lose the dragon, even if it causes great damage to the British, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to mediate this war, because a wolf without claws has already stepped half a foot into the hunter's dinner plate."

Debang's advisory group discussed in low voices, and several young officers wanted to run to the ground to check the direction of the battle.

But this is absolutely impossible. Even though they are isolated underground and protected by the magic circle, they can clearly feel the scorching heat coming from above their heads.

"Evil dragon!"

"Is this all you can do?"

In the center of the dragon flame, the Iron Duke, whose armor had been burned red, punched the dragon's claws hard, causing scales to fly and flesh to become bloody.

Although the Iron Duke's armor is a divine artifact, Lothar can still sense the wailing of being overwhelmed by the heavy weight coming from it. From this perspective, the creations produced by the system, even if their level is not divine, have a more powerful feature than divine artifacts - they are indestructible.

At the same time, the chainsaw sword embedded in the dragon's body also revived in despair. This weapon full of murderous aura began to spin again according to the Iron Duke's will, cutting the dragon's flesh and blood.

Any dragon would be provoked to become extremely ferocious and lose its mind if it were to experience such pain.

But the dragon incarnated by Lothar had ferocity in his eyes. He didn't care at all that he was still being attacked. He was determined to melt the Iron Duke and his armor under his dragon fire.

distance.

The feeling of being on edge became stronger and stronger, and he understood the feeling of being locked by a dragon-shooting crossbow. No wonder the unruly dragon like Red Lightning had no illusion that he could withstand it - this feeling as if death was whispering in his ears and life was entering a countdown was enough to make any intelligent life lose the will to fight.

Keng!

The golden crossbow arrow attacked with tremendous murderous aura.

But the terrifying dragon that was holding the Iron Duke didn't care at all and watched helplessly as the golden crossbow arrow flew towards him and pierced his chest.

"Destroy, follow me!"

The Iron Duke's eyes widened. This evil dragon was actually talking to him!

No one understands the nature of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow's ability to restrain dragons better than Lothar. Ultimately, physical damage is secondary; the root cause lies in the vengeful spirits that reside in the Dragon Shooting Crossbow.

This kind of trauma to the dragon's soul is the most terrible.

But Lothar happened to have the immortal dragon soul taken from the ghost dragon. He could hold out longer under the arrows of the dragon crossbow and vent all his strength, including the power of the dragon hidden in the arrows of the dragon crossbow, in the form of an explosion.

The Iron Duke did not understand the principle, but he could clearly feel that the dragon, which had been hit by the dragon-shooting crossbow and whose life force had plummeted, now had an even more dangerous and frightening aura coming from its body.