Behind the castle.
The giant dragon stayed on the ground.
The dragon was pitch black all over, spiny and wrinkled. When his eyes closed, he lay quietly on the ground, as if he had lost consciousness.
What is remarkable is that this black dragon has an ice-blue pattern on its chest that looks like a crack, flashing with fluorescent light, revealing a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.
Behind the black dragon, there was a beast... lying on it?
The beast had a trace of dragon shape, the things on its body looked like armor and body, and a blue light was faintly revealed from the dark bones and blood. The head was like a monster, with saliva on its sharp teeth, and a black fog covered with eyes. It was unclear whether it was awake.
The evil dragon is linked to the beast on its back, and the contact area seems to be forcibly sewn together, strange and weird.
A tall man in a blue robe stood aside, lowering his head and thinking about something.
His eyes protruded outward and he stared at the dragon's body.
A few monsters that seemed to be tentacles were followed by the man.
"Even if you use the orders of Lord Joan of Arc, can you still keep a little bit of sober as a berserker... It's such a terrible spirit, oh, I deserve to be a famous powerful knight!" Jill de Lei praised with a weird voice.
He held a book in his hand, and there was a human face on the cover of the book, with a painful expression.
"Prelati's Spellbook" is the name of that book.
"Aaaaaaaa—..." The heroic spirit lying on the back of the demon dragon in the posture of a beast growled, but was obviously a little exhausted.
His spirit was holding on and resisting the order.
Moreover, the power he carries doesn't want to merge with the power he carries with.
The beast is resisting and does not want to be integrated with the object it hates.
"So tough—oh! How touching, but—" Jill de Ray's praise paused suddenly, "For my holy virgin, I'd better ask you to lose, the knight of King Arthur."
"Berserker's heroic spirit, Lancelot Yo."
The Snail City Sect was launched, and the little sea demon around Jill de Lei proliferated, grew, and entangled the evil dragon and the Lancelot behind the evil dragon.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—!!!" The beast roared and resisted, but it was useless in the end...
......
Black Joan of Arc stepped on the back of the flying dragon with his two-legged legs, and the evil dragon flag was rushing.
"That seems to be..." She felt that there was a breath of heroic spirits in the city beneath her.
"What's wrong, Master, what do you feel?" The elegant man with long white hair stepped on the back of the other flying dragon, his voice loudly.
He is the crazy Lancer.
"Lancer, you and Assassin, go in that direction, and the breaths I felt before are in that direction."
"What's wrong? Master, don't you plan to let us participate in the matter here?" Assassin, the crazy manipulating a flying dragon and laughed.
"...This is not what you should ask. Hurry up and do what I asked you to do." Black Joan of Arc looked at the crazy Assassin and revealed a hint of impatientness.
"Haha, it seems that there should be no blood from the girl I am eager for here. Then your majesty, let's go." Assassin covered his mouth and chuckled, but with the sharp mask on his face, it looked creepy.
"It doesn't matter, then follow the orders of the Lord and go." Crazy Lancer didn't say much, directly manipulated the flying dragon and flew towards the direction pointed by Black Jean of Arc.
"Well, men are so boring..." Assassin chuckled and followed.
Black Joan of Arc sighed.
Although these two vampires obey their own orders very much, they would communicate in such a strange way before each execution.
Haha, is the noble reserve?
Joan of Arc sneered and looked at the other two crazy followers behind him.
Mad Saber, Mad Rider.
One is a swordsman who looks not tall, and the other is a woman wearing a priestly costume.
Both of them were silent.
"...Let's go, let's go down." Black Joan of Arc ordered.
"Yes." The two crazy followers responded.
Although these two people are very obedient now, Joan of Arc understands in his heart that these two servants are actually not easy to use tools. The two smooth-mouthed vampires just now were much more useful than these two servants.
On the ground, a servant was fighting the two-legged flying dragon that slaughtered the people.
A brightly colored dragon is gnawing on a corpse.
The angry swordsman jumped up: "Damn dragon! Stop!"
The two-legged flying dragon wanted to resist, but this swordsman wearing gray and silver armor and blue light on his chest seemed to emit something that scared the dragon.
The flying dragon with both feet spewed out a bit of flame and was split directly by the swordsman. He rushed forward and stabbed the sword directly into the dragon's chest, and then stirred it cleanly.
A wail came from the dragon's mouth.
The swordsman no longer cared about the dead dragon, but turned around and found another two-legged flying dragon.
The swordsman seemed to be specializing in slaughtering dragons. He had skillful techniques and extremely fast speed. In less than ten minutes, he had killed more than a dozen bipedal flying dragons.
But there are still many bipedal flying dragons.
At this moment, the swordsman seemed to have sensed something and looked back.
The three-headed two-legged flying dragon flew over, but unlike the two-headed flying dragon before, the three-headed flying dragons were carrying people on their backs.
Dragon Slayer - Ziggfei held the sword in his hand tightly and stood there without moving.
He was waiting for the person on the dragon's back to come down.
Anger was brewing in Ziggfei's heart.
Joan of Arc took two followers and landed in front of Ziggy.
"You are the one who manipulates these dragons." Ziggfei did not ask, but instead made a direct and calm narration.
But below the calmness, there was a rage like a volcano.
Joan of Black Arc did not say nonsense: "Saber, Rider, killed him, just a servant without a master, deal with it faster."
"I understand." The two riders' answer was extremely short, and they didn't want to talk to Black Jean of Arc.
"The evil dragon fell from the sky..."
"The world has reached the time of dusk..."
Zieg flew forward and slashed the ground directly.
The sword paper shone with light, and magic swept through it, like a storm.
The two riders approached Ziggy on both sides of the left and right.
Saber pulled out his sword, and Rider held a cross-shaped weapon in his hand.
Ziggfei ignored it at all, but aimed at the Black Joan of Arc who was still riding on the dragon's back.
"Here, I will kill you!" Ziggfei's weapon, and the magic power flashed on Balmond, reflecting the roar.
"Fantasy Great Sword: The Demon Lost (Balmung)!!!"
The white magic hurricane swallowed the black Joan of Arc without any obstacles.
......
In a certain city, Chalde and his group also collided with two other servants sent by Joan of Arc.
Chapter completed!