OBS Chapter 740: The Marble King
Chapter 740: The Marble King
Chapter 740: The Marble King
The blazing dragon flame was like a huge lance, smashing into the eye-catching "Union Jack" on the side of the "London".
The huge ship was pushed away and tilted in an instant, but its armor plate remained intact, but its color was burned red.
This is in stark contrast to the previous "small boat" that almost broke into pieces at the slightest touch.
Magic shield?
Lothar was a little surprised, and immediately increased the output power of Dragon Flame again. The ripples on the translucent shield became more and more intense, and it seemed that it was about to break.
Inside the London.
The first mate let out a rapid roar and ran in the slightly cramped corridor.
"Fill up the magic stone. Yes, I said it right. It's not powder, it's a whole piece of magic stone. Quick, quick, where are the stokers? Everyone, come on, the shield can't hold up anymore!"
"Captain's order, open the turrets immediately and launch a double-charge counterattack!"
"Yes, that's right, it's a double-charge counterattack. Under normal conditions, our aerial turrets can't hurt it at all!"
The turrets on the sides and roof of this huge ship, which was over 200 meters long, began to charge. The gun holes turned red, and high-purity white crystal bombs were sent into the barrels. Following a salvo of fire, the already tilted airship moved horizontally for dozens of meters again and almost hit the friendly ship next to it.
boom--
The shells exploded beside the giant dragon, and the violent shock wave turned into a storm. The dragon flame that was out of control for a short time drew a chaotic trajectory in the sky like a sharp blade. An airship was unable to avoid it and was hit by the dragon flame in the ammunition depot, and exploded instantly.
Chaotic debris and fragments fell into the sea like rain.
On the sea, on the flagship of the massive steel fleet, the Sea Sovereign, the captain came to the stern and urged in a respectful and anxious tone: "Your Excellency the Duke, the admiral orders you to take action."
"Ah."
The other party's response was very cold. His tall body, more than ten meters tall, was like a tall tower.
Chi-
High-temperature steam emerged from the gaps in his armor, and a special jet device pushed his heavy steel body into the sky. In his hand, a giant chainsaw sword over ten meters long was surrounded by the brilliance unique to a divine weapon.
It is the Iron Duke, a culmination of the technologies of Big Ben Science Academy and the Imperial Academy of Magic, the pinnacle of armored infantry!
Britain's most famous signature figure besides Ms. Nightingale, a hero of the Crimean War, also known as the ninth Russo-Turkish War. His name is no longer known, but his title will be remembered forever - the Iron Duke!
In fact, Iron Duke is just the name of this armor. Anyone with royal blood can easily control this "divine weapon". When any generation of Iron Duke dies in battle, there will be someone to take his place.
Not only the chainsaw sword in its hand is a divine weapon, but the entire armor can be called a divine weapon. They are integrated into one and complement each other.
Accompanying the Iron Duke into the air were numerous spellcasters.
The captain took off his military cap and pleaded, "Gentlemen, for the sake of the British Empire and the glory of Queen Victoria, please protect the safety of the London!"
Every large surface ship is stationed with a large number of spellcasters trained and funded by the royal family. Their loyalty and combat effectiveness are far beyond the reach of the spellcasters hired by local lords at great expense in the Middle Ages.
Among them, some specialize in defense, some specialize in controlling the game, and some specialize in destruction, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all specialized students born for war. When they lose the cooperation of their teammates, their strength may not be worth mentioning.
But if they unite, their fighting power will immediately double.
hum-
The high-speed rotating red chainsaw cut through the shock wave formed by the white crystal bomb, and with a heart-piercing sense of crisis, it slashed towards the dragon's most vulnerable left wing.
"Tsk, the Gundam has even shown up. Now the scene is starting to look a bit like Dragon Quest."
A humanistic smile appeared on the dragon's face, and it seemed that it had not noticed the huge team of spellcasters, numbering hundreds, that were accompanying the "Iron Duke" into the air.
These spellcasters may not be as strong as Saladin's advisors individually, but when they work together, they are countless times stronger than those guys who are just there to watch.
At this time, Lothar had neither the blessing of Lavinia's Law nor the nearly infinite blue bar of "Popular Choice". His combat power was not as good as his peak state during the decisive battle with Shemayer, and he was not even half of his level at that time.
But here he was, alone and not at all rational.
This feeling is just like when he was browsing a small website in his previous life, the system kept prompting “This site is not safe”, but he still clicked on it without hesitation.
However, unlike his previous life, he has two lives. Even if he dies, he will have a chance to start over. In addition, the death in the combat record is not a real death. As long as it can be exchanged for enough combat damage, it is not a loss at all to lose both lives.
It was like he was behind an invincible firewall. It would be a waste if he didn't surf the Internet under such conditions.
Keng——
The sharp chainsaw scratched Lothar's dragon claws, splashing countless tiny sparks in the air.
This lump of steel was surprisingly flexible, and its seemingly bloated and heavy body moved rapidly in the sky.
Compared with Lothar's dragon body, the body of more than ten meters is just a tiny thing, but this tiny thing has amazing defense and destructive power. Lothar sprayed a breath of dragon fire on it, and this guy seemed to be immune to fire damage like him. He came out unscathed and gave him another hard blow.
The rapidly spinning chainsaw sword split his indestructible scales right in the middle.
But he has scales with multiple defenses, which are even better than the copper-horned red dragon. So far, some have pulled his scales off, and some have injured his body along the gaps between his scales, but this is the only one who has directly cut his scales open.
boom!
The dragon's energy vibrated and knocked the Iron Duke out.
The lump of iron stopped halfway in its flight, with steam coming out of its body. The two large-caliber cannons on its shoulders creaked out and fired a fierce bombardment at Lothar.
Lothar was just about to retaliate by giving him a dragon fire blessed by the fire dragon energy, but those spellcasters in the air were not going to just sit there and watch.
Countless invisible energy ropes flew towards him.
Layer upon layer of restraints, these same spells, cast by many spellcasters, were like a mountain pressing down on Lothar's head.
Even though Lothar was almost immune to negative effects, he still felt like he was thrown into a quagmire.
Fully half a hundred spellcasters were chanting spells in unison. Except for the flames, the alien spirits in the air, which had been almost completely expelled, became violent again and rushed towards the spellcasters.
The dragon struggled hard in the bondage of the energy rope, but it was a binding spell cast by half a hundred spellcasters, so it was not easy to break free in a short period of time.
A huge body of energy took shape under the chanting of another half a hundred spellcasters. It was the highest secret technique of the London Royal School of Mages - Magical Energy Explosion.
The name is simple, but the lethality is equally astonishing.
boom--
A magical storm that was countless times more terrifying than the airship that had just exploded in the ammunition depot swept across the entire sky.
It seemed as if doomsday was approaching on the sea, with raging waves. Warships, cargo ships, and airships could only drift in this storm.
"It's over."
The admiral, standing in the captain's room of the London, observing the battle through the porthole, stood firmly on the deck, feeling full of regret.
"Damn it, we lost three airships, and now we can't even get a complete ancient dragon's remains."
The Admiral was in a bad mood, it was obvious that even an ancient dragon could not survive the onslaught of fire from a whole team of royal mages. This was almost the peak of the conventional force that Great Britain could mobilize, and it was a powerful secret technique that could destroy half of even a city.
Colonel Brown, who had freed his hands, said in a low voice: "I am worried that more airships or ships will be destroyed in this storm."
They have lost enough.
In the original plan, even if he wanted to conquer Texas, he never thought that there would be enemies that could threaten their airships and warships, because the Texans simply did not have the air power to threaten them.
As for the threat at sea?
No British person believes that there is any country or force in the world that can challenge the maritime hegemony of the British Empire.
However, when the aftermath of the magic gradually dissipated, what was exposed to everyone's eyes was a giant dragon statue that seemed to be made of marble. Its wings no longer vibrated, but it was still suspended in the air and had not fallen into the abyss.
"What on earth is it, a constructed monster? A new war weapon developed by the French?"
The royal mages widened their eyes. They had just wasted their mental power and were in a very bad state. However, they still tried to concentrate and tried to analyze what this thing in front of them was.
"It looks like this now, so it must be dead, right? I don't sense any breath of life at all."
"The word 'dead' may not be appropriate. I think it simply ran out of energy. After all, that was a forbidden spell we cast together. It must have run out of energy to be able to withstand it."
"Even if it ran out of energy, it's incredible that it's still intact. I suspect its body is even made of artifact-grade materials."
"Are you kidding me? Such a large piece of artifact-grade material?"
The royal mages were whispering to each other, feeling somewhat excited.
But who would have thought that the chainsaw sword in the Iron Duke's hand began to spin again, and the piercing buzzing sound instantly covered the voices of all the royal mages.
next moment.
Cracks began to appear on the layers of stone skin.
The sealed, majestic, and vigorous breath of life, like a little sun, appeared in everyone's perception.
"Damn it, it's not dead!"
"Quick, group binding!"