OBS Chapter 795: Dragon Shooting Crossbow
Chapter 795: Dragon Shooting Crossbow
Chapter 795: Dragon Shooting Crossbow
The smoke ignited by the dragon's breath covered the sky and the sun.
The world seemed to be heading towards doomsday. The earth cracked and boiling magma gushed out. The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, as if hordes of demons would crawl out of the cracks at any moment.
Countless rays of magical light were cast at the huge shadow, but they were like a drop in the ocean, with no response at all. The spellcasters and paladins who stayed in the camp were running around, but in order to deal with the three-headed Ladon, they had drawn out most of the power that could threaten the dragon, and for a moment they were unable to stop the dragon from bringing them destruction.
The officers in charge of the reception urged: "Advisors from friendly countries, His Excellency the Marshal has returned to the headquarters to take charge of the situation. Please follow me to the bomb shelter immediately!"
The Debang Advisory Group was still a little overwhelmed. If the three dragons shooting down the airship had only made them realize the importance of air supremacy.
Now this evil dragon can be regarded as a trump card in the game among the great powers.
Texas, a small overseas country with a population of only one million, which could not be considered a great power even in the Middle Ages, actually possesses such power!
It's unbelievable.
The British army was not unprepared for the dragon's attack. They set up many bomb shelters in the barracks, each of which was carved with various magic arrays that could resist high-temperature burning to the greatest extent.
However, the baggage transported to the artillery camp could not be stored in the bomb shelter forever, and a large amount of supplies were burned by the dragon flames. The explosion caused a series of fire tornadoes in the camp.
Watching the raging dragon flames devouring the tragic scene of lives, Admiral George felt his heart bleeding. The paladin holding the dragon crossbow beside him urged again and again: "General, when are we going to start?"
"General, there is no time to hesitate, our soldiers are being slaughtered!"
Admiral George just waved his hand: "Wait a little longer, the Iron Duke should be back soon."
Admiral George was not unaware of the power of the dragon-shooting crossbow. After all, it was a sacred object for slaying dragons made from divine tools. In theory, it was powerful enough to kill an ancient dragon. However, he always felt that the dragon, dubbed "the Red and Black Death" and "the Tyrant Beast" by the soldiers, would never fall easily due to its cunning character.
If it was really so arrogant, it would not have been silent these days and would not have held back until today to attack.
"We have hidden cards, and so must our enemies!"
He looked at the tyrant-like beast in the sky, as if he was back to the day when he first saw the magic dragon. From that day on, this ferocious monster became a nightmare lingering in his heart.
The Paladin who didn't get the order could only worry, but fortunately, the key factor to change the situation in Admiral George's mind soon returned.
There was a sharp scream in the air, and a steel giant with a long tail of flame behind it flew from the New Basilicata Mountains like a meteorite. The tall and burly body fell into the flames, like a Titan born from the divine fire.
Under the iron helmet, his heavy breathing sounded like a bellows.
Looking at the camp that was in flames and had countless casualties, the rage of this iron knight who inherited the mantle of "Duke of Wellington" was as hot as the magma erupting from a volcano.
"Demon Dragon, your opponent is me!"
The Iron Duke's hands, covered with steel gloves, tightly grasped the rapidly spinning chainsword. The weapon, which had once claimed countless lives and was stained with indelible bloodstains, seemed to have life. It let out a sharp hiss and chopped down head-on at the dragon, which was diving towards the ground due to spewing dragon fire and had no time to dodge.
For a moment, the raging sea of fire was cut open by his sword like Moses parting the sea. His sword cut through the dragon's scales and embedded into its flesh and blood. The rapidly rotating chainsaw sword caused a large amount of dragon's flesh and blood to splash and fall, turning into rain of fire in the air and falling to the ground.
The Iron Duke was delighted at first, but soon realized something was wrong. After breaking through the dragon's defenses, the chainsaw sword that should have been able to advance with great force was stuck by its flesh and blood for a moment.
It was as if the scales covering the dragon's body were not as strong as the flesh and blood underneath.
But how is this possible?
The dragon stopped breathing, and a hint of mockery flashed in its huge eyes. The talent of Jianshi, which was bestowed by Prajna, has played a crucial role in countless battles so far.
His huge dragon claws swung out with a whistling sound and grabbed the Iron Duke's head. Compared with the magic dragon, which had received Lavinia's full support and had grown to a hundred meters in size, the Iron Duke, who was only more than ten meters tall, was as small as a quail.
boom--
The next moment, the dragon's breath attacked the Iron Duke's visor.
In a hurry, the Iron Duke had no time to draw out his chainsword, so he swung his fist hard at the dragon's arm, trying to break free from the iron-like restraint. His steel armor was glowing with the color of a divine weapon, and in an instant, all his power was poured into defense.
He believed that the defensive power of the Iron Duke's armor would be enough to last until he was able to break free from the dragon's grip.
What's more, the dragon's control over him was equivalent to limiting one of his wings for flying - unless Admiral George lost his mind, he believed that Admiral George would never let go of such a God-given opportunity.
Roar--
Waves of dragon roars filled with anger, resentment, and greed rang out.
The souls of the giant dragons that had died tragically under the dragon-shooting crossbow and had been imprisoned for who knows how many years, broke through the Holy Light's imprisonment and filled the entire sky. Their scarlet eyes were filled with negative emotions.
They were jealous, jealous that Lothar still possessed such strong blood and body.
They were greedy and wanted to eat the dragon's bones and blood immediately, turning them into nutrients to fill their insatiable desires that had been dormant for countless years.
"Dragon Shooting Crossbow, so this is the trump card you use against me."
Still spewing out dragon fire, Lothar, who wished he could turn the iron pea in his hand into molten iron, suddenly became serious - as his current exclusive artifact, he knew very well the power of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow.
The copper-horned red dragon was famous for its defensive power, which was comparable to that of Ladon in his prime, and only slightly inferior to himself now. He was killed in an instant with just one arrow.
Even if he still retained his stone talent and never used it, it would be useless, because the main target of this artifact is not only the dragon's body, but also its soul. No matter how tough his soul is, or how strong his mental strength is, he can never be a match for the dragon spirits that have been imprisoned in "Purgatory" for countless years and have already gone crazy.
"Damn it!"
A strong sense of anger surged in Lothar's heart. He also had a dragon-shooting crossbow, which was his exclusive artifact. Except that it did not have the matching crossbow arrows, its power was even greater than when he first used it - but the problem was that the dragon-shooting crossbow was not the same as this one.
Although Lothar had already made up his mind to sacrifice his life in this battle, at this moment he seemed to be affected by the tyranny hidden in the dragon's bloodline.
boom--
The temperature in the air rose sharply in an instant, the ground was baked and cracked, and many places were burning out of thin air even though there was no fire source.
The British soldiers hiding in the underground bomb shelter felt that in the narrow space, every breath they took was like swallowing hot charcoal, burning their fragile throats and lungs. The magic circle that was flickering with a faint glow began to emit black smoke and shattered under the heavy weight.
The Iron Duke, enveloped by dragon flames, felt the pressure on his body surface rising sharply. The divinity hidden in his red-hot iron armor let out a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden.
At this moment, the evil dragon standing in the sky had become an ancient god born from flames.
The fire dragon energy seized from the Eastern Dynasty, driven by the evil dragon's tyrannical power, dragged the entire world into a purgatory of fire.
Many British soldiers who were fleeing in panic shouted in fear: "That is Satan, the devil dragon incarnated by Satan, who will bring doomsday and destruction!"