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Chapter 799 The Dragon Returns (Happy New Year)

Chapter 799 The Dragon Returns (Happy New Year)

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When Losa woke up from his coma, the first thing he felt was thirst, as if he had swallowed charcoal in his throat.

Without waiting for him to say anything, a cup of sugarcane juice produced in a Texas plantation and buried in the ice for a long time was handed to him. He swallowed it in small sips, feeling warm in his heart.

Prajna is like a bright light that is always on when you return home late at night. Whenever you need it, it will stand in the shadows silently waiting for you.

"How was the battle last night?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and he subconsciously reached out his hand to Prajna's cheek.

Compared to when he was reborn yesterday, his mind was much clearer, at least it was no longer in chaos. However, he still felt his eyelids were quite heavy, as if he had not slept for half a month and he could not lift them up at all.

Prajna did not reply, which surprised Losa. He then realized that there was something wrong with the touch. Although both were smooth and delicate, the facial contours were different.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the judge wearing gold-rimmed glasses. She seemed a little embarrassed, but she pretended to be indifferent: "Miss Prajna is trying to summon the spirits. I will take care of you for her."

"Thanks a lot."

Losa quickly withdrew his hand.

"where."

The judge was modest and asked, "How do you feel physically?"

"It's healed now. The injury wasn't physical. How was the battle yesterday?"

Yesterday, Lothar took a short rest and wanted to take off again to fight when the enemy's airship fleet approached. However, just as he was about to "transform into a true dragon", the intense pain almost crushed his will.

Now that I think about it, it should be a side effect of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow. The human body can still withstand it, but when it switches to the real dragon state, it is just restrained by it.

"Don't worry, we still have Fulin. With the blessing of my decree and the help of the magic array throughout the city, her current strength is comparable to that of the great monarch of the Blood King's Court."

"She shot down two airships, and the enemy retreated on their own initiative. We also lost all of our outer turrets. The magic arrays arranged in those places were very simple, and most of them were defensive magic arrays. The power that Fulin could project was limited..."

Losa sighed lightly. The defenders of the outer artillery positions had a total of more than 2,000 people, and they were wiped out so easily.

"Help me up. I have to try again."

If he had lost his true dragon body, although his current combat power was not weak, the role he could play on this kind of battlefield would be very limited, and the "Spear of Destiny" in his hand had also consumed the accumulated power of faith.

He figured that under his normal conditions, the Dragon Shooting Crossbow could still be of some use.

The judge frowned slightly: "Are you going to try it now? You have done enough. This is not a battle for you alone."

Yesterday, Lothar's state when he failed to transform into a true dragon was truly terrifying. Even a bystander could feel the pain.

Lothar shook his head: "According to our plan, although we have a good chance of winning this battle, if I can still transform into a real dragon, our losses can be minimized. Now Texas, if we lose less power, we will have more power for future development."

He smiled a pale smile. "After all, this is Nina's home. It is also your ideal country. Nina burned her life twice for this place. There is no reason why I can't do this."

In fact, Losa felt that his soul was slightly tougher than Jeanna's, but he was still lacking in willpower.

It was early morning and the sky was already getting light.

With the help of the orderly, Colonel Brown put on his uniform and took out his copper pocket watch to check it. "All the combatants on the ship are eating breakfast. Pass on my order. At seven o'clock, prepare to take off and fight immediately."

The orderly withdrew to deliver the order.

A moment later, a major came in and frowned, "Mr. Colonel, at last night's military meeting, have you figured out how to deal with the Texan wizard tower?"

Colonel Brown nodded. "We will be equipped with enough anti-magic bombs and more accompanying wizards. Each ship will also have clergy who can use holy light to dispel the enemy's evil magic."

"Is that all?"

The major realized that his tone was a little wrong, and quickly added: "I mean, in just one night, are all these ready? We have already lost the Iron Duke. If the London, as the flagship of the Imperial Air Force, is damaged..."

Colonel Brown stopped the major from continuing with a stern look: "Henry, never doubt the power of the empire. The Mughals also had countless ancient magic towers, but they all fell under our big ships and cannons in the end."

"It will be the same this time."

"Go back to your post!"

Watching the major leave, Colonel Brown couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He put the suicide note he had written last night into his pocket.

To this day, no one still thinks that this was a gilded outing that would help one’s career, like a campaign to wipe out the native Africans.

These high-ranking officers, almost all of whom were of aristocratic origin, could really die along with their beloved ships.

Personally, he was not optimistic about today's battle. The spells displayed by the enemy yesterday were obviously not traditional elemental spells. Marshal Julian was about to drive them all into the devil's abyss for the sake of his own career.

Sure enough, just as my father said, war is an extension of politics, but letting politicians command an army is a disaster.

Before the airships took off, the British army launched the first round of offensive.

The first thing the British deployed was still their artillery, which pushed forward a large section of the artillery positions and fired shells without reservation. Only a few of the more than ten artillery batteries that had been flattened by airships yesterday were able to fight back.

However, the remaining troops and artillery pieces in these batteries were few and far between, and were soon crushed by the armored infantry led by King's sharp blade.

The British Expeditionary Force, which attacked with all its might, was terrifyingly powerful.

Admiral George used a telescope at the artillery position to gaze at the airship fleet slowly sailing towards the Wolf Clan Fortress, and prayed silently in his heart that God would continue to favor the Empire.

At the military meeting last night, he had learned that the spells used by the enemy originated from the Blood Court on the Balkan Peninsula. Although the legend of vampires spread throughout Europe, most of them were wild vampires that were insignificant and had no orthodox inheritance.

Few of them can use such high-end skills as blood magic. To this day, the most mysterious place on the European continent is still the Blood Court in the mountains of Transylvania. The Romanians who nominally rule here have a close relationship with it.

Therefore, the British Army's royal mages were limited in what they could do to deal with this. They could only use the holy light, which was completely opposite to the magic of darkness, to restrain it.

But time was running out, and Marshal Julian obviously did not have the patience to set up camp at the foot of the mountain for a long time, waiting for more paladins and clergy to be dispatched from the mainland. Even if he had it, the local masters would not have it.

Since the expeditionary force set out, it has asked the mainland for money many times. If it were not for the bloody losses in the battle reports, the local masters would probably suspect that this was the expeditionary force taking the opportunity to make a fortune from the war.

Artillery fire swept the ground, armored infantry occupied the artillery positions, the road leading to the new Basilicata city was clear, and the airships were arranged in formation and launched a bombing.

This time, the airship was loaded with more spellcasters and special anti-magic bombs. These bombs were filled with a huge amount of special dust that could limit spiritual activity in the area.

The airship fleet had indeed prepared the best response it could in a short period of time, but Admiral George was still nervous.

According to the enemy's usual style and the strength they have demonstrated.

Even if the airship fleet can play a role and defeat the enemy, it will suffer heavy losses, right?

The war has become so ugly now that even if we win, it will be no different from losing.

"No matter what, let's fight to avenge the victims and to save the empire's reputation in front of its allies."