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Chapter 694 Everyone’s Expectation

Chapter 694 Everyone’s Expectation

"Another dragon."

Standing on the roof and gazing far into the distance, Losa said in a deep voice, "It looks like it is at least a hundred meters long."

"Hundred meters?"

Everyone looked stern.

"How big would that be?"

Hans whispered, "The earth dragon ridden by our Knights' Grand Master is less than ten meters long. In our eyes, it is already a formidable behemoth. Compared to that guy, it is like a kitten."

Losa said calmly, "There's nothing to worry about. I'll take care of this guy."

Before the simulated battle, even Lothar would have felt frightened by such a huge dragon. After all, even after he transformed into a true dragon, his body length was less than 40 meters, and the strength of a dragon has always been linked to its size.

But now, this guy looks to be about the same size as the three-headed dragon. Although the strength is dozens of kilometers apart, Lothar is still very sure that it is not as good as the three-headed dragon.

Because the aura it exuded was very complex and not as pure as that of higher-level dragon species, Lothar did not believe that Shemaier could easily create an ancient dragon. This was much more difficult than reviving an ancient god.

My Lord, are you going to deal with this hundred-meter-long beast by yourself?

This is too dangerous!

Hans opened his mouth and wanted to dissuade them, but when he saw that no one had any intention of refutation, he remembered that the adult's strength was no longer what it used to be - the power displayed by the adult in the shocking battle on the simulated battle grassland was astonishing enough.

Immediately, he felt ashamed again. Alas, he had finally become a non-combatant like Bishop Urdin.

Viviana asked, "This dragon should be much weaker than the three-headed dragon of Mahamu II. It is at most on the level of the copper-horned red dragon. Captain, you have a dragon-shooting crossbow, so you should be able to deal with it easily, right?"

Lothar shook his head and said, "It's not that easy. Although I have the dragon-shooting crossbow, I don't have the matching crossbow arrows. The last arrow has been used up. Besides, Shemaier will not sit idly by and watch me shoot down his pet with one arrow."

He hasn't had the chance to test the power of the dragon-shooting crossbow yet. After dealing with these trivial matters, it will be necessary to go to the world in the book to test it out.

With Lavinia's support, it shouldn't be a problem for Prajna to simulate an ancient dragon in the book.

"let's go."

Lothar jumped off the roof and looked at Lavinia who was holding the Code of Laws and Regulations. "Nia, I'll ask you to take care of Miss Viviana for a while."

Lavinia smiled and nodded: "It's okay, just leave it to me."

Jeanna teased, "Hey, no matter how you look at it, I think the Candle Knight and I are a better match, right?"

Losa rolled his eyes and said, "If I follow you, I'm afraid Miss Viviana's white paper will be stained black."

God knows how the Glory Knight, who was known for his holiness, became what he is now, causing Viviana, who originally had a bit of a "pilgrimage" mentality, to feel like her idol was shattered.

Viviana's combat power was quite good during her peak period. Lothar guessed that she was roughly at the level of just entering the second elite stage. Unfortunately, after coming to this world, her level was reset to zero, her skills were locked, and her most powerful light and shadow secrets were only used at the middle and low levels.

However, Losa has also upgraded her to the normal state and the maximum level. At level 80, her attributes alone are enough to crush Hans, Veneto and other five-star characters. To be honest, her individual combat power is quite good.

It’s a pity that as pure combatants, they have never been eliteized. Even if they are six stars, they can only be the second echelon now.

In the camp outside the city, King Richard the Lionheart and his guards had arrived in advance. He rode on horseback, his fingers gently tapping the blade of the broken steel sword, making a pleasant clanging sound.

On the high-hanging red flag, the golden army is baring its fangs and claws.

"Martha, are you sure that even if I pull out the sword in the stone, I can't kill the dragon?"

The little witch hid most of her face under her hood. "Of course not, Your Majesty. Judging from the size of that dragon, it is already at the level of an ancient dragon. I even doubt that even Her Majesty the Queen will find it difficult to deal with it."

Richard, who was feeling a little depressed, saw the golden iris flag coming from afar and couldn't help but smile and said, "Look, our old friend is here."

Philip was the first to arrive in front of Richard. He looked Richard up and down in his military uniform and sneered, "The Grand Marshal has given an order, and our fearless Lionheart King has to obey orders?"

Richard retorted, "If you weren't there, you would still be qualified to mock me."

Philip jumped off his horse and said, "It is impossible for me not to be present. This is a great cause to resist the pagan devil, recover the Patriarchate of Alexandria, and liberate the Christians enslaved by the Saracens. As a Christian king, it is my duty and I cannot be absent."

Richard snorted coldly: "If you just want to talk nonsense in front of me, you'd better stop here."

"Then tell me something real?"

"Ah."

"I have two high-level spellcasters with me."

Richard raised an eyebrow: "What about you?"

Philip shook his head quickly. "I'm different from you. There's no way I'm going to fight that dragon. In my opinion, the Grand Marshal should take charge of this matter."

As the ruler of a country and a young monarch who controls a large amount of resources, King Philip is actually quite powerful, but he never intended to go into battle himself, which is related to his personal philosophy.

Richard frowned: "If he wins, his position will never be shaken."

Philip chuckled and said, "It's already unshakable. How can we expect the Hungarian king and the German lords who are rushing here to do what you and I can't do? It's time to face reality. If we win this crusade and get the prestige and wealth that you and I need, our trip will be worthwhile."

Richard sneered: "You are good at deceiving yourself and others."

The magical materials transported from Europe to the Holy Land, the long expedition, the leasing of fleets from the Venetians and Genoese, such a huge expense but in the end we didn't get the biggest share of the fruits of victory, is it worth the trip?

There was a sudden commotion in the distance, with loud shouts heard from time to time.

Richard snorted and said, "It seems that our Grand Marshal is finally coming."

Philip chuckled: "The key person is always late."

From a distance, one could see the handsome winged cavalrymen surrounding a monarch wearing a golden mask and helmet, dressed in gold-patterned plate armor, and riding a giant horse.

Wherever he went, there was a bustling crowd.

Philip couldn't help but mutter, "Do you feel that this guy's aura is even more frightening?"

Richard's expression also changed slightly. He carefully felt it for a long time before he sighed softly: "This guy really makes people feel powerless. Where does his strength come from?"

The little witch interrupted, "I don't know, but it's definitely not from the magic potion."

Lothar greeted the two kings and walked straight to the stage. Baldwin IV did not attend the meeting. Although his condition had stabilized, he was exhausted from the long journey and his energy was not good. In fact, there was nothing important happening today, so Lothar did not ask him to attend.

"My fellow Christians, the pagans are clearly plotting a conspiracy, a terrible witchcraft - Saladin, Adil, the pagan lords have turned to the devil for help in order to gain victory."

"On the way here, I saw fear on many people's faces, fear of the unknown, fear of the power of the devil."

"But have not the pagans before borrowed the power of the devil? Have I not brought you victory in this case?"

Losa spoke with ease. He had become more and more adept at doing this kind of thing recently. He felt that even if he lost all his power, he could still become a great charlatan like the hermit Peter.

"Lothar the Victor!"

As soon as this sentence is spoken, there will be cheers.

It seemed that during the short three days of his sleep, his prestige had been greatly improved. This might be due to the vision of the Battle of Natawa. Although most of them did not see the actual battle, the momentum of that god-slaying war obviously could not be concealed.

"The enemy has awakened the dragon again, a larger and more terrifying dragon, which is the incarnation of Satan. But we who are blessed by Heavenly Father, will we lose to the devil? God's will is for us to win, so we will not lose!"

Losa suddenly felt a force coming from all directions and entering his body.

This power was very similar to the power of faith received by the Tree of Life. After entering his body, it was immediately integrated into it, making his original power seem to have no upper limit and continue to increase and improve.

But this power came quickly and went away quickly.

Therefore, in order to maintain the effect of popular support, it is best to let people see it during the battle - just like setting up a stage?