Live with honor! Die with glory! My heart is like my sword! I would rather break than bend!
Osbaija's journey was over! A 10-meter-long, exquisite dragon spear lay casually slanted in the ground, its entwined tassels blown away by the breeze, and a faint divine light shone through it!
"Ang!" The enraged Silver Dragon reared up and slammed Wanlong Fanchang far away. His knight had already fallen, so what use was there for him to use his dragon spear? Feeling the pain and emptiness emanating from the depths of his soul, he suddenly realized that the Dragon Knight Contract that had once connected them was gone...
"Aang! Aang!" Silver Dragon Astir roared in grief and anger towards the heavens. How could the human coalition army know that in this desolate northern land, a dragon rider born in the north had risked his life to stop five fire demons that might have attacked the coalition army...
"From now on, I am a dragon... No longer bound by a knight... No longer needing to fight..." Glistening tears rolled down his face. This was the Silver Dragon's heartbroken voice, a heartbroken dragon! He had witnessed the birth of a god, felt the might of the divine war, but in the end, he could only watch that "god" fall before him, unable to stop it...
"Oh~" A low war moo came from the billowing smoke and dust.
"Boom!" The silver dragon with one claw pressed on the ground stopped crying instantly, and its raised dragon head exuded a terrifying murderous intent.
"Whoosh!" Dragon breath carrying space elements spurted out from its mouth, and the rich dragon power was almost quickly consumed to resist the smoke and dust.
"Ah!" As the silver dragon breath disappeared in the smoke, the silver dragon Aster listened attentively, and finally a very miserable wail was heard.
"Ang!" The silver dragon grinned and roared wildly like a proud child. He transformed into a "walking lizard" and had the killing intention to kill the figure in the smoke and dust.
"Roar!" The burly body rushed out like a burning volcano, dispersing the smoke and dust, and hit the silver dragon's chest hard with a headbutt.
"Bang!" The silver dragon raised its huge dragon claws and used its innate space blade claws to tell the Flame Demon what it means to win people over with virtue!
"Swish!" Most of the battle axe made of flames penetrated into his chest, and the hot dragon blood seemed to be splashing out like it was free. The noble silver-red dragon blood gathered into a stream and flowed under him, but was then burned dry by the terrifying body temperature of the fire demon.
Two terrifying beasts were fighting desperately with each other. One was a silver dragon that entered the reverse scale state and could not fly, and the other was a fire demon that was fighting to the death. These two terrifying beasts, both of which were disaster-level monsters, were rolling and strangling each other wantonly on the most primitive land beside the long lake!
Give me a claw, I'll give you an axe! Take my whip, I'll bite you! Claws, teeth, tails... every part of their bodies became their weapons! Like the most primitive beasts, they fought with their brutal physical fitness...
As the sun set, the silver dragon finally freed the throat it had been gripping tightly in its mouth, violently spitting out a mouthful of dragon blood. Only then did everyone realize there wasn't a single piece of good flesh left on its body! The silver dragon, already not adept at hand-to-hand combat, crushed the surviving Balrog with the most brutal and brutal melee! He was avenging his knight! He was avenging himself! He was defending the dragon knight's undefeated honor!
"Crack~" A slight sound came from the void, that was the spatial confinement being broken. Yes... the death of the last fire demon foreshadowed that the final victory of this ambush would belong to Osbaija and his silver dragon...
"Space is back in my control again..." The silver dragon staggered and moved its body, which was bleeding like a fountain, and mobilized the power of space that he was most familiar with.
The dragon blood flowing on the ground slowly flowed back, and the dripping blood flowed back into his body again, swirling around his torso. The dragon was about to reach the end of his life. The injuries caused by the hand-to-hand combat with the Fire Demon were too severe. He now only wanted to recover the dragon blood and the Fire Demon's heart to prevent these terrifying pressures from attracting the covetousness of later comers.
"Everything will eventually return to dust... My knight... I will follow in your footsteps to serve the Dragon God..." Astor curled up and whispered, with silver light flashing around him, which was a precursor to the activation of the space jump!
As the silver light disappeared, the silver dragon teleported itself into the ground a hundred meters below. As it disappeared, the artifact left by Ousbaija - the Chanting of Ten Thousand Dragons - also disappeared.
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"Damn it! Damn the Fire Demon Clan! Damn Sauron!" There was a light as bright as stars flashing in the eyes of the Star Dragon. That was the dragon's rage!
"Balrog? Excellent! Excellent! I heard there's another one in the Mines of Moria? I'll go slay it soon!" The wind dragon Kaldor bared his sharp fangs. Unlike spellcasting dragons like silver dragons, wind dragons stood firm in the world with their powerful melee abilities and terrifying wind-elemental dragon-language magic. Their melee abilities could even rival terrifying melee dragons like black dragons and fire dragons! A mere Balrog?
"On behalf of the dragon race, I curse them! I curse this damned race! Dragon God! Hear my voice, have mercy on my suffering, and end my suffering!" The elven dragon's small body now seemed to tower over the sky. If the other two dragons were just talking nonsense, then the Smurf was completely serious! He even used the dragon curse!
"So cruel..." The human elves shuddered. What the hell was this? A curse from an elven dragon? What's the difference between saying that and dancing on your grave? You have to know that a dragon curse contains the power of rules—in other words, the power of laws. If the Fire Demons didn't have a powerful or fortunate individual, the Smurfs' curse alone wouldn't be enough to make them suffer. However, there's always a trade-off. The elven dragon curse can only be cast on one target; to cast a new curse, the previous one must be terminated. Furthermore, the terrifying amount of vitality consumed by casting a curse is something only the elven dragon, the longest-lived of the dragon race, could withstand.
"I'm sorry... You can't touch this dragon corpse!" The three dragons simultaneously protected the silver dragon's corpse behind them. No dragon would like their own corpse to be desecrated. Even if Roland had Smaug's corpse, he didn't dare to take it out and put it aside casually. After all, he had to consider the feelings of the wind dragon Cardo. After all, Smaug, a mutated giant flying dragon, was also a member of the pure-blooded dragon clan. If Roland dared to tear Smaug's bones apart again, the wind dragon would definitely turn against him.
"Well..." Roland sighed with regret. How precious was a silver dragon's corpse? Only God knew. It was likely that there weren't many silver dragon carcasses left out there in the entire dragon clan. But after viewing the scenes of the final battle recorded in the silver dragon's soul, Roland sighed. Lived to carry on the glory! Died with honor! What a noble dragon rider!
"This is your compensation, King Roland! I think they should be enough to convince you not to touch this dragon corpse!" After understanding the whole story, the Star Dragon came over with something in its mouth.
"Ten Thousand Dragons Chanting! Heart of the Flame Demon!" Roland's pupils shrank! As expected of the Dragon Clan, how generous! A divine artifact just in exchange for a promise not to touch a dragon corpse.
"What are you going to do..." Roland swallowed his saliva. After all, the dragon died in his own territory. Leaving it here was not a solution! If not handled properly, it would not only anger the dragon clan, but also cause some sub-dragons to appear.
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Prime Minister Abe sacrificed his life to serve the Dragon God. The author is very sad and uncomfortable. The author wants to laugh but dares not. The author wants to have a feast but has no money to contribute... Alas, I hope there are no shotguns in heaven... Let's use cannons next time. Bullets are precious in Japan.
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