OBS Chapter 797 The Horn of Decisive Battle
Chapter 797 The Horn of Decisive Battle
Chapter 797 The Horn of Decisive Battle
The dragon is bleeding.
Hideous wounds appeared on his body, and the gushing blood turned into flaming meteors, falling on the ground, creating a deep pit. It also fell on the paladin's shield, corroding the holy shield in an instant, and also ignited the paladin hiding underneath it.
The Iron Duke's body was roasted red, and the magic stone ore in his body was consumed rapidly. One of his arms spun like a drill and punched the dragon's claw hard.
The dragon's body seemed to be rotten, with its flesh, blood, and scales all peeled off.
But the remaining bone claws still held him tightly.
The Iron Duke's heart, as cold as steel, could not help but feel a trace of fear: "Its vitality is obviously declining rapidly, and its defense is also... But why has the sense of danger in my heart not subsided? Does it still have the energy to drag me to death?"
Lothar's eyes were still fixed on the Iron Duke. It was time to destroy this indestructible iron pea.
boom--
The flames engulfed Lothar's body. This rotten body that was hit by the dragon crossbow and eroded by countless dragon spirits was directly abandoned by Lothar and turned into firewood in the furnace. The British soldiers and extraordinary people below could only watch the dragon, who should have died tragically on the spot, still continuously spewing out dragon breath even though it turned into a burning skeleton dragon.
Countless rays of light came rushing over and heavy artillery roared.
It hit the skeleton dragon, breaking countless bones and sending countless scales flying.
"Quick, attack that dragon at all costs. I can hardly sense the Iron Duke's aura anymore?"
Suddenly, a royal wizard exclaimed. His magic power had at least reached the level of a high-level spellcaster. The spells he cast could easily destroy an unprepared city.
But when it fell on the dragon in the sky, it could only break a few of its bones.
In the sky, spellcasters suddenly appeared. The mages who were originally used to deal with the evil dragon Ladon finally got rid of Ladon, who had combined the power of the three heads into one and experienced the first time of controlling the dragon's body alone, and rushed back to the camp.
A sacred golden hammer slowly condensed amid their chanting and smashed hard on the dragon's skull.
Finally, the brilliance in the dragon's sunken eye sockets completely disappeared, like a candle in the wind.
boom--
Its entire body disintegrated with a bang and turned into countless dust.
More than a dozen spellcasters hurriedly flew over to search. After a long while, someone finally cried out in a sobbing voice, "The Iron Duke has disappeared!"
Inside the messy command post.
The expeditionary marshal, whose face seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom, puffed on his cigar and then asked Admiral George opposite him: "Have you counted the losses?"
His voice was hoarse. Many people had their throats damaged in this battle, along with the arrogance in their hearts.
"The casualties are roughly estimated at around 13,000. The worst was the baggage and supplies. During the battle, the soldiers had no chance to move them to the bunkers, and almost all the equipment and ammunition stored in the open air were destroyed."
Admiral George sighed deeply. Even though the dragon was dead, he still felt a lingering fear.
It seemed as if this guy would jump out again at the critical moment and bite the empire like a poisonous snake.
Marshal Julian's expression was uncertain. To be honest, this number was even less than he had expected. After all, anyone who saw the doomsday-like scene before would have a fear that their entire army might have been wiped out.
He held the rank of marshal and had a distinguished military record, but most of the battles he had led before were to suppress colonies. During the War of the Spanish Succession, he was still serving as governor-general of the British East India.
After a long while, he said, "No matter what, the two enemy dragons have fallen. The sky belongs to us again. Under the bombardment of the airships, the walls and fortresses of the Texans will soon be reduced to rubble."
Admiral George warned, "But our baggage and supplies have suffered heavy losses, and the enemy dragon did not leave any corpses. Many soldiers do not believe that we have killed the monster and are unwilling to continue fighting."
"No matter how difficult it is, I will immediately notify the airship fleet to take off and fight. Notify all troops to prepare for the battle within eight hours. Tomorrow morning, no matter if you ask the priests and paladins to use courage or give them some special drugs, they must launch an attack!"
Marshal Julian looked the other man straight in the eye and said, "This war has already caused us enough losses. The destruction of the Iron Duke alone is a crime that neither you nor I can bear."
The Iron Duke's Armor is a relic of the hero who defeated Napoleon. It is also a symbol of the British Empire stepping on France to become the world hegemon. As a sacred artifact created by the elites of the Big Ben Academy of Sciences, it is regarded as a symbol of "the glory of civilization" and "British industry surpassing gods."
The death of the Iron Duke was not a big deal, but what was terrible was that the Iron Duke's armor was also destroyed.
"If, along with the terrible news of the destruction of the Iron Duke, the battle report we sent back also included a report of our victory over the Texans, there might still be a glimmer of hope."
Marshal Julian looked coldly at Admiral George. He was the youngest marshal in the country and wanted to follow the example of the first Iron Duke and enter politics in the future, but he did not want to be exiled to a small island in Australasia to be the governor.
Admiral George was silent for a moment, took off his hat and said, "As you wish, the airship fleet will take off and fight under my personal command."
...
Wolfburg.
In the empty hall, the flames in the fireplace suddenly became much stronger. Soon after, countless streams of light gathered together, and a blurry figure walked out from the flames and quickly solidified.
Prajna, who had been waiting for a long time, put a robe on the visitor in time.
“This is the second time.”
Losa rubbed his swollen brows and said, "I didn't expect that the first time I felt the power of my exclusive artifact, it would be used on myself."
"What do you think?"
Jeanne shook the bottle in her hand. Perhaps no one in the world understood what it felt like to die better than her.
Losa smiled with a somewhat pale face: "It's okay, not that bad."
"If it weren't for the contamination power of the giant dragon spirits hidden in the dragon-shooting crossbow, it wouldn't be so easy to destroy the Iron Duke."
There is no point in simply killing the Iron Duke, because the British can easily replace a "host". After filling the magic stone, a new Iron Duke will come out.
After being reborn from the ashes, his physical injuries had basically recovered, but what was worse was the damage to his soul after he was hit by the dragon crossbow and was swarmed by those giant dragon evil spirits.
Lothar took the bottle from Jeanna and drank the cold wine in it. Only then did he feel his swollen head clear up a little: "The controller of the Iron Duke is too self-righteous. He thinks that he can do whatever he wants by relying on the powerful defense of the artifact."
If the Iron Duke cooperated with the Royal Wizard and the two King's Guards, I'm afraid he would not be able to take down this iron lump even if he risked his life.
...
Battery No. 2 had also fallen.
The three-headed dragon Ladon fell, and with the help of the magic circle on the turret and the blood sacrifice of the defenders, Fulin successfully destroyed the entire King's Shield Guards and killed more than a dozen spellcasters of the Royal Mage Corps, achieving great results.
But compared to the harvest, the deaths of two dragons that had high hopes, as well as the overwhelming number of airships emitting billowing smoke that took off into the sky, brought an unprecedented sense of oppression to the Texans.
Those huge monsters that are hundreds of meters long and make deafening roars, even if you just think about it, you can guess how terrifying their ammunition capacity is.
Centurion Leon led his team up a tower.
He patted the battlement and said, "There is a blood altar hidden under this tower. Our mission is to protect this altar. If we want to destroy the enemy's airship, we can only rely on Miss Fulin."
"Mark, are you scared?"
The person being questioned was a Texas soldier of indigenous origin with a typical Central American face. He grinned and said, "On the way my tribe was driven to the so-called 'Indian Territory,' one-third of the elderly and children died. When we arrived there, another one-third of the young and strong died of famine. The Iroquois Confederacy, which was once prominent in North America, trusted the British, but now it has fallen apart. The British are not trustworthy. I only trust you."
Leon smiled and pointed to his chest: "It's not 'you', it's 'us'."
Those soldiers who were of indigenous origin knew best what those colonists were like. They originally did not even trust the Texans. It was only because of Giuliano's long-term efforts over the years that these indigenous people were integrated into the big family of Texans.
"No matter what, we have no way out."
"Either perish with Texas, or be reborn like the sun god!"
In Mark's belief, the sun god was destroyed four times and reborn four times.