OBS Chapter 677: Bow and Shoot the Dragon
Chapter 677: Bow and Shoot the Dragon
Chapter 677: Bow and Shoot the Dragon
The claws, like a guillotine, grabbed Orhan.
"No!"
Orhan's face changed drastically. He only had time to shout before he could even raise the iron lance in his hand.
It was so fast that not only Orhan himself, but even the clawed dragon under his crotch, had no time to react.
But that's it.
A white candle suddenly appeared above Orhan's head, and the candle flame was extinguished easily under the wind pressure brought by the red lightning claws.
The candle goes out and the shadow appears.
As the candle went out, the surrounding light was taken away by it.
It was as if countless giant hands spread out from the darkness, shrouding Orhan in shadow.
The sharp claws of red lightning slapped down, leaving three deep grooves on the city wall, but Orhan's figure had disappeared.
The red dragon showed a trace of anger on its face, and smoke with a smell of sulfur came out of its nose: "Get out, you cunning worm!"
It opened its bloody mouth and scorching dragon flames roared out, covering the entire city wall. Some soldiers hiding inside the city wall did not even have time to scream before they were roasted into charcoal by the sudden increase in high temperature.
"Evil beast, I'm here."
The female knight wearing a hood with fallow antlers looked like an angel reflected from the darkness. She appeared on the tower behind the dragon in a black and white battle robe.
She grasped the hilt of the sharp sword with both hands and chanted softly the ancient spell of the Hohenzollern family.
Alchemical lines, along with the infusion of magic power, connected the engravings on the sword and transformed into a terrifying force of shadow. At this moment, even though the sun was still shining in the sky, the city wall was still plunged into complete darkness.
From a distance, it seemed as if a corner of the world was missing.
Viviana knew very well that to deal with a fire dragon, even one that did not rely on dragon flames, it was impossible to use the fire power represented by Ran Zhu Shi Ming to deal with it. The key was to bind it with the power of shadow and cooperate well with Lothar.
The emperor in golden armor and purple robe would naturally not let down the opportunity created by Viviana.
As the power in his body was infused, the Dragon Shooting Crossbow, which was originally just a small hand crossbow, suddenly expanded several times in size, and a layer of dark rust appeared on the golden crossbow arrow.
In Lothar's ears, there were countless dragon souls roaring and howling.
Ordinary people cannot use such a vicious weapon at all. Even extraordinary people will suffer the fate of being devoured by the dragon soul.
No wonder this dragon-shooting crossbow didn't work in history. Even a dragon descendant like Orhan probably couldn't withstand the backlash of this artifact. In the history of the entire Constantinople, perhaps only Giovanni could use this artifact.
Pity.
Lothar sighed. In the world of consciousness, countless undead dragons had manifested their bodies, dragging resentful bodies emitting black smoke, roaring and rushing forward, trying to tear the uninvited guest who had rashly woken them into pieces.
But immediately afterwards, there was a flash of golden light, and the soul of Lothar, which originally looked harmless, turned into a giant red and black dragon with a body of tens of millions of meters and surrounded by golden dragon energy in the blink of an eye.
Now that Lothar possesses the body of a real dragon, his resistance to the power of the curse has already reached a terrifying 300% increase. Coupled with the protective effect of the Golden Dragon of Luck, this terrifying dragon's resentment is not a burden to him at all.
In reality, there was only a flash of golden light in Lothar's eyes, and he held the crossbow with one hand and pulled the string into the crossbow. During this process, a shrill whistle came from the dragon-shooting crossbow, and the faces of the surrounding soldiers changed drastically, covering their ears with their hands and showing expressions of pain.
Lothar took a deep breath and poured the strength in his body into the dragon-shooting crossbow like a flood. After a long time, he took out the arrow of the dragon-shooting crossbow and loaded it into the crossbow.
The moment Red Lightning was targeted by the Dragon Shooting Crossbow, he felt a strong sense of crisis concerning life and death surge in his heart. The cries of countless fellow tribesmen rang in his ears, trying to use its hand to get relief.
Is it this weapon that makes those three bastards feel afraid?
Red Lightning raised its head, and a series of fearful emotions subconsciously emerged in its heart, but it forcibly suppressed them in the blink of an eye.
This kind of weapon is specially made for dragons. Any dragon that sees it should destroy it at all costs immediately. Just because the three-headed bastard doesn't dare to do so doesn't mean that this noble pure-blooded dragon won't dare to do so either.
boom--
Endless flames spewed out from the mouth of the red dragon. Others might be restrained in the face of the power of shadow, but fire has always been the nemesis of darkness. After it spewed out dragon fire at all costs, the darkness was soon expelled.
After breaking free from its restraints, the red lightning immediately flew into the air. Its huge body, with a piercing whistling sound, drew irregular red traces in the sky.
It was trying to avoid the dragon-shooting crossbow's aim in this way.
But it soon realized the horror of this evil weapon designed specifically for dragons.
No matter how it changed direction, the accumulated energy was firmly locked on its heart, and the threatening feeling like a thorn in the back did not diminish in the slightest as it maneuvered in the air.
"Roar!"
The three-headed dragon let out an angry roar.
Red Lightning privately slandered it as a hybrid, but in fact it was a pure-blooded dragon, just a different species. For this weapon that was specially made and killed countless of its own kind, it subconsciously had an urge to destroy it.
Mahamu II tried to appease it for a long time before it finally calmed down.
He is the Dragonborn, and he can sense to some extent the horror of this weapon. In addition, just by looking at the red lightning, which is usually fearless, trying desperately to speed up and avoid it, you can know how terrifying this weapon is.
At this moment, he just felt fortunate.
If he had not suppressed the impulse in his heart and acted rashly, he would be the one dodging in embarrassment now.
...
At this moment, the veins on Lothar's arm holding the dragon-shooting crossbow were bulging. Looking closely, one could see that a sharp spike had extended from the crossbow, piercing into his arm and greedily sucking his blood.
The blood, full of true dragon blood, was continuously injected into the dragon-shooting crossbow.
At this time, although the Dragon Shooting Crossbow was still ready to fire, its lock on the red lightning energy was getting deeper and deeper.
This evil artifact probably couldn't even reach the edge of the artifact at first. It was because it killed dragons time and time again and seized the dragons' power that it became a weapon specifically designed for hunting dragons.
The true dragon blood in Lothar's body happens to be its favorite.
This means that the cost for Lothar to use this dragon-shooting crossbow is higher than for others, but the power it unleashes is definitely not the same as when used by an ordinary transcendent.
boom--
It was as if countless dragons were wailing in unison.
The crossbow string popped.
The dark red crossbow arrow turned into a dragon-shaped stream of light. Even though the red lightning had increased its speed to the extreme, it could only watch the crossbow arrow, like a thorn in its side, following closely behind it, pressing forward step by step.
The quarter-hour-long build-up of energy meant that the crossbow arrows from the dragon-shooting crossbow were more difficult to dodge than the sure-hit Gungunir when dealing with red lightning.
Until the crossbow arrow pierced through his chest.
The indestructible scales of the red lightning were unable to stop it at all and were torn apart like a piece of paper.
The dragon's heart, beating like a war drum, came to an abrupt stop after being pierced by a crossbow arrow that was only the size of a needle tip in comparison.
A shrill roar resounded through the sky.
The huge body of the red lightning, like a meteorite, smashed down towards the top of the city.