OBS Chapter 676 Clinging to Relatives
Chapter 676 Clinging to Relatives
Chapter 676 Clinging to Relatives
"Your Majesty, that is my father's dragon, Red Lightning."
On the city wall, Orhan, who had hurried over, looked at the two huge monsters that were in a state of confrontation in the distance and felt a little emotional.
He was not commemorating Mahamu I, and he had no feelings for this father.
He felt that if he had been able to gain the recognition of Red Lightning at the beginning, perhaps he would be in the position of Mahamu II now, attacking Constantinople.
But on second thought, even if he had red lightning, he would most likely not be a match for Murad II riding on a three-headed dragon. Although there was a possibility that he would sit on the throne of the Ottoman king, the greater possibility was that he would be defeated and killed.
Lothar frowned and asked, "Tell me about the characteristics of this 'red lightning'."
Orhan gave a concise and comprehensive account of the incident. After all, this was the dragon he had always wanted to inherit, so he naturally had a deep understanding of it.
"Although it is a fire dragon, it is better at melee combat and has amazing defensive power."
Lothar calculated that from the perception of blood aura, this red dragon was obviously weaker than the three-headed dragon, but its amazing defense made him a little worried whether the dragon-shooting crossbow could be effective.
"Your Majesty, the red dragon has taken off!"
Orhan looked a little nervous. The worst situation had occurred. Not only did Red Lightning not fight with Mahamu II, but it reached a condition with him and launched an attack on Constantinople.
"What a fast flying speed!"
A solemn look appeared on Losa's face. It was just a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. The flying speed of the red lightning was so fast that even he had to admit that he was inferior to it.
“It’s a place I haven’t been to for a long time.”
In the sky.
The huge four-legged red dragon showed a hint of human emotion on its face. When it followed Mahamu I in the past, its companion once told it that sooner or later it would capture this city.
As a high-level dragon, Red Lightning is certainly not one of those brainless idiots.
It knew very well that even with the help of the three-headed bastard, the descendants of Mahamu I had failed to capture the city. So they were taking the risk to "invite" it to help. Naturally, the city would not be so easy to take.
Otherwise, it would not be the turn of Mahamu I's descendants. He and Mahamu I had captured this city decades ago.
But this little danger is not enough to deter it.
Dragons are arrogant by nature, and Red Lightning is confident in his powerful racial talents and unparalleled defense.
Perhaps in terms of dragon flame and diverse abilities, he was slightly inferior to the three-headed alien species, but in terms of defense, he was obviously not comparable to that skinny bastard.
A bastard is a bastard. He doesn’t even have the fearlessness of a dragon!
"The dragon is coming, get ready to fight."
"What are you fighting for? Get into the bunkers! His Majesty has ordered everyone to get into the bunkers!"
There was chaos on the city wall.
Orhan's intelligence indicated that the Red Lightning's defense was extremely amazing, which meant that even if it stood still and allowed the soldiers to shoot with crossbows, bows and arrows, it would be impossible to harm this behemoth.
In addition, given the flying speed of this red dragon, it is impossible to hit it with ordinary bows and arrows.
"Boss, that red dragon is coming towards us!"
A Genoese mercenary, his face filled with panic, shouted to Giovanni Giustiniani, who was urging the soldiers to take shelter.
boom--
Almost the moment he finished speaking.
The huge red dragon swooped down with a violent roar of air flow, like a red storm, its huge hind legs spread out flexibly, trying to grab something, and plowed two deep grooves on the city wall.
When I heard the sound again, I looked up and saw that the huge body of the red dragon had appeared a thousand meters away.
Giovanni climbed up from the ground, with the Genoese mercenary beside him. If he had not taken action just now, he would have been caught by the red dragon's hind legs and thrown into the sky.
"damn it."
He couldn't help but curse angrily. The Ottomans actually had two dragons, and the newly appeared red dragon seemed to be very powerful. They were both high-level dragons that even an elite centurion like him, after his transformation, could not deal with.
Giovanni is in charge here, so other places are naturally not so lucky.
The red dragon swooped down and snatched away two Greek soldiers. It spun 360 degrees in the air, throwing the soldiers into the sky. At the same time, it stretched its neck and accurately caught them in its mouth, and swallowed them.
With a playful and cruel smile on its face, it swooped down towards the top of the city again.
The shrill screams still lingered in the ears of the soldiers defending the city. Faced with this terrifying beast that was completely beyond their understanding, they had no desire to fight at all and all hid themselves.
Orhan suddenly said, "Your Majesty, I have to go back to take charge of defense."
Losa shook his head and said, "It's too dangerous for you to go back now."
Although the Sharp-Clawed Dragon is small in size, it has grown in size after incorporating the dragon blood bestowed upon it by Lothar. It has grown from less than three meters tall and five meters long to more than four meters tall and six meters long.
With this body size, it is impossible for a creature like this to move through the corridors inside the city wall.
If you walk outside, the chance of being targeted by the red lightning is too high.
As for the defense of the southern section of the city wall, Lothar had previously made contingency plans for when the enemy's dragons attacked, and many of the defending soldiers had personally experienced the exercises. He felt that there was no need for Orhan to take such a big risk and rush over.
"Your Majesty, this is the opportunity."
Orhan said seriously, a golden glow flashing in the depths of his eyes.
Use him as bait to create an opportunity to shoot Red Lightning.
Lothar hesitated, frowned and said, "I can't guarantee that the dragon-shooting crossbow can kill this red dragon."
The Dragon Shooting Crossbow has a matching crossbow arrow, but there is only one, and he dare not test it casually. It is precisely because he does not have an accurate grasp of the power of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow, and this thing did not work in the history of the Battleship World yesterday, that he dare not rely on it.
Orhan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's enough to have a chance. Besides, Your Majesty, I am also of Ottoman royal blood. Perhaps the Red Lightning will spare me for the sake of my father?"
The situation was urgent and Losa could not afford to hesitate.
He immediately said, "Vivianna!"
"exist."
The Candle Knight, holding the knight's sword tightly in his hand, stood up without hesitation.
"Keep Orhan as safe as possible."
"Yes."
She lifted her skirt and bent her knees slightly. As the candles on the table went out, her figure completely blended into the shadows.
Orhan showed a look of amazement, and then said, "Your Majesty, I'm going."
"Ah."
When the claw dragon was galloping on the city wall as if it were walking on flat ground, the red lightning in the sky was the first to discover this barely appreciable prey. After sensing the breath of the knight on its back, a strange look appeared on its face.
"My friend, your descendants are just like you, killing each other again."
It immediately sped up and dived towards the top of the city.
"Quick, quick!"
Orhan kept urging the Sharp-clawed Dragon to speed up and jump over obstacles. The Sharp-clawed Dragon's speed had already reached its limit, but the terrifying oppressive feeling coming from behind was still getting closer and closer to him.
A trace of fear came from the claw dragon's heart, and Orhan could only try his best to comfort it.
If it had not received the gift of a drop of His Majesty's blood, a low-level dragon like it would not even have the courage to stand up straight when facing a high-level dragon like Red Lightning.
boom--
With a loud bang, a huge red-scaled dragon landed steadily in front of him. Its huge and sturdy body was like an insurmountable chasm, which was daunting.
"Mr. Red Lightning!"
Orhan immediately called out its name: "You should not have forgotten me, I am the son of Mahamu I. I once sat on you when I was a child, but it's a pity that you didn't recognize me."
A look of realization appeared on the huge dragon face covered with red lightning.
The reign of Mahamu I is only a short nap away from now, but for the vast majority of humans of this era, these mere thirty years represent most of their lives.
"It's you. I didn't expect you've grown so big."
Orhan was delighted and was planning to persuade Red Lightning to "set things right" and follow "orthodoxy."
"pity."
As it spoke, it stretched out its front limbs and a row of claws like sharp blades popped out.
"You didn't get to sit on the throne, and the one I fulfilled my promise to was the King of Osman."
The Ottoman royal bloodline that it killed with its own hands was not just one or two. For example, Mahamut I's brother Suleiman and his concubines and descendants were all killed by his dragon flame.