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Chapter 808: Destroying Dragon Flame

Chapter 808: Destroying Dragon Flame

The dragon has already made a name for itself before it even shows up.

Its broad wings vibrated only once, and it flew into the air over a distance of thousands of meters.

"Texans have dragons?"

"How can this be!"

"Oh my god, it's bigger than that red and black tyrant!"

The newly appeared dragon was two hundred meters long, which was longer than the flagship of the floating fleet, which was two hundred and fifty meters long and equivalent to three Titanic Londons.

Its length is over one hundred meters, but the difference in size is definitely not just twice as simple. If the two are put together, the British people will be horrified to find that compared with this newly appeared dragon, the previous tyrant beast is just a child.

"It's fake, absolutely fake, an illusion, yes, that's right, it's an illusion cast by the Texans!"

Marshal Julian, who received the message from the front, said angrily: "If they really have another dragon, why didn't they take it out earlier!"

However, no matter how unwilling to believe it, the terrifying dragon with vibrating wings dangling from the sky, a huge body of two hundred meters in size, and more majestic than the two dragons that appeared before, is right in the sky.

Even standing at the foot of the mountain, Marshal Julian could see it clearly with his naked eyes.

"Get Admiral George for me and have him pick another paladin to use the dragon-slaying holy weapon!"

The officers and generals of the Debang Advisory Group all picked up their telescopes and looked out, shocked.

Lieutenant Colonel Manstein could not help but whisper, "If we have such a dragon, even if the enemy sends a hundred airships, they will only be shot down."

Conrad smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty is indeed far-sighted. With this strength, at least in this wild land of the New World, the strength of the Texans can be firmly ranked in the top three."

In Conrad's mind, if Texas had not had such a small population, it would have been a second-strong country comparable to the Knights Templar. In the New World, no one could rival it except Britain and France.

The officers of the advisory group finally came to the conclusion: "Guys, we should prepare to mediate this war. Before that, let's watch this good show performed by the Texans for us."

Although they are allies, the conflict of interests between the British Empire and Germany is actually not small at all. In recent years, the conflicts between the two sides in overseas colonies have intensified. The British feel that the Germans, as a latecomer, have too big an appetite.

The Germans felt that the British had taken too much, swallowed up too much of the benefits, and only left them some scraps.

If France had not annexed Spain and signed the Franco-Russian Treaty with the former land overlord, Tsarist Russia, the two sides would have broken up long ago.

The German and Teutonic officers and generals were happy to see the British being humiliated.

Wolfburg at this time.

Patriarch Giuliano was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again that he was not mistaken. Then he couldn't help laughing: "By Romulus, no, by Babel, Mr. Losa actually did it!"

As he laughed, his eyes turned red. The outcome of this battle was already decided when the new dragon took off.

The beautiful pictures that Losa painted for him will become the future.

The centurion who had led the way for Lothar finally recovered at this moment: "Chief, that dragon, is it Mr. Lothar? He really went into battle in the form of a dragon!"

Snapped--

Giuliano slapped the centurion on the head. His face flushed red, and it was unclear whether he was excited or angry: "You called it a dragon? That's a dragon! The guardian dragon of the Texans!"

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

After he said that, he burst into laughter again.

The surface of the newly emerged dragon was made entirely of pitch-black rock, with real lava flowing between the cracks in the rock - not like the previous patterns that were manifested by the spirit of fire.

The wildly growing cluster of white crystals looked like a helmet made of bones, fitting tightly against the dragon's head.

Compared to before, the dragon's body is now more bloated and contains too much power, which makes Lothar's flying speed much slower than before.

The major general of the Quebec Division roared: "Don't just stand there, hide inside the city wall and wait for support from the rear. Remember, if we can kill two Texan dragons, we can kill the third one!"

"Leave the city wall immediately, you idiots. Are you standing here to be a target for the enemy's dragon?"

The British officers urged the soldiers to hide in the bunkers that originally belonged to the Texans, but there were already many wolf warriors hiding there who were ready to launch a surprise attack on them. The two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat, with numerous casualties.

On the city wall, the two noble spellcasters who were originally besieging Prajna and Lavinia had no time to persuade them to surrender. They quickly turned their guns and aimed at the dragon together with the spellcasters who were suppressing the Blood Tyrant.

Countless colorful magical lights tried to engulf it. They bombarded the dragon's body, immediately stirring up countless debris and dust.

"Pretty!"

"Although this demon dragon is larger in size, its defense is far inferior to the previous one!"

"It's also slower. It can't dodge our attacks at all!"

The British spellcasters felt relieved. According to their knowledge, a dragon of this size was beyond the scope of ordinary ancient dragons and belonged to the level of extremely old dragons. It only existed in legends and no one had ever found even its remains.

A dragon of this level would probably devour them one bite at a time even if legendary spellcasters came.

However, the power of this demon dragon is not as terrifying as its size suggests.

"Perhaps, it is just a constructed monster created by the Texans using magic!"

Amid the optimistic thoughts of the British spellcasters, the wounded dragon raised its huge head.

Then, all the white crystal clusters lit up at the same time, and the dragon opened its huge mouth full of rock-colored teeth. A terrifying dragon flame, like a mountain-splitting axe in the hands of a giant, swept towards the two spellcasters on the city wall.

The two spellcasters were so frightened that they no longer cared about the noble mage's elegant demeanor and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Quick, get in front!"

A trace of fear appeared on the faces of the Paladins, and then they shouted holy prayers and stood in front of the two spellcasters as if they were ready to die. The golden holy light formed a shield wall that looked even more indestructible than before.

boom--

Long Yan first hit the space seal that was jointly set up by two spellcasters, but it didn't even cause a ripple. The seal that Fulin had tried her best to destroy in a short period of time disappeared into thin air.

Immediately, the dragon flame melted through the shield wall formed by the paladins like a whirlwind.

All the power was compressed within a radius, and when everything dissipated, there was no trace of their existence on the city wall.

The white crystal on the surface of the wounded dragon dimmed for just a moment, and then all the spiritual light between heaven and earth rushed towards it. In just a moment, the white crystal became bright again, and the so-called wounds were filled with rocks again.

The British spellcasters who witnessed this scene felt their will to fight disappear completely, as if they were thrown into an ice cave in the Arctic.