"Is this the origin of our family's name, the Dragon of Doom?"

The imaginary patterns and scales gradually solidified, and the four-colored wings began to flutter slowly. A powerful mental oppression slowly came over me.

At the foot of the mountain, fully armed legion soldiers fought hard, and from time to time, brilliant arcs of light and explosions flashed in the army. They were rare War Sequence 6 transcendents. They were like the condensation of the legion's will, flying and wandering among the dragon's breath and weapons, using various attack methods fiercely, breaking through key nodes one by one, and opening the way for subsequent troops.

The flames of war began to spread to the castle on the top of the mountain, and fierce street fighting took place inside the castle.

On the dim staircase, a lightning spear suddenly pierced the shield knight in front, burning him to a crisp. Then the lightning spear was pulled out, bringing up a burst of blood, causing the powerful Sequence 5 shield guard to slowly fall down.

With only a small amount of armor covering her body, this berserker-like female transcendent grasped the spear in her backhand and stepped forward, smashing those who tried to stop her.

"We're getting closer, Miss Xia Lanluote. This time, I will never let you escape again." She had a pair of golden eyes, which emitted a sharp cold light in the flames and dust, so cruel and decisive.

Devil Sequence 6: Spear of Conviction, Valina. It was also she who killed the last of Xia Lanluo's relatives that night, the White Flower of the Netiwen family, the Dragon Knight Ivinni.

Time seemed to become particularly precious. In this second, the Pascal soldiers stationed in the castle resisted stubbornly, doing everything possible to delay time.

"Glory of the Red Dragon!" With a trembling roar, a dozen soldiers holding red steel dragon shields charged in the opposite direction, trying their best not to think about the possible failure and death. The magic power of the Dragon Sequence was implemented in the spear blades and shields, forming an impenetrable wall in the narrow area and advancing forward.

"Yeah?"

As the team advanced, Legion Commander Sinclair swung the twin dark blue swords in his hands, and tiny sparks of magic, like blue lightning, instantly slashed through the air.

The originally noisy and intense alley suddenly became silent, and then the soldiers who were charging with shields slowly fell down, their pupils dilated, full of unwillingness and confusion.

A tattered curtain was casually thrown over the dead soldiers, and Sinclair led his men forward again.

"Sorry, the era of the Red Dragon is over."

During the fierce battle, the flashing sword blade cut through the stubborn bodies, declaring the defeat of these old nobles.

"Now it is the Crimson Empire." He muttered, emphasizing the word "empire" in particular.

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Time was becoming increasingly tight, and the giant dragon that was originally hovering in the sky had to temporarily give up its air advantage and swoop down to fight against the attacking troops.

A breath of flames, blazing in the center and dark at the edges, swept across the mountain path, turning a group of ordinary soldiers who were not properly protected into charcoal. They were not treated like elite troops and could not resist the burning of the black and red flames.

"boast--"

Along with the sound of bricks and stones collapsing, a hole was created on the rooftop, and then a dark brown figure jumped out. The red spear moved forward with her movements, piercing through several stationed knights, and then she shook off the blood on the spear.

With dust and sweat on her cheeks, Valina looked at the Pascal princess in a red and black dress across the fire with a determined look.

I see you, Sharanlot.

If I could capture you, I'd be rewarded with an incredible reward. It's truly fascinating, the prey in this world is so beautiful, it makes one's heart flutter.

"Protect the young lady!" Seeing the enemy reaching the last rooftop of the castle, a group of knights wearing black cloaks with red dragons surrounded Xia Lanluote to block the attacks that might come at any time.

Her figure moved at high speed on the ground, dodging the incoming weapons in a zigzag trajectory. This female warrior from the demon sequence instantly entered a high-spirited state. The magic power emanating from her body was like flames, leaving a scorching breath in the air.

Compared with the extraordinary sequence, the combat effectiveness of the demon sequence of the same level is often one level higher. Even though this will have various side effects and costs, it still fascinates countless people.

Like a hot iron, the whistling spear pierced through the armor and body, tearing a hole in the solid wall of people. The smell of burning and white smoke rose in wisps, making Xia Lanluote retreat unconsciously.

Although she possesses the strength of Sequence 4, it is still not enough in this kind of battle.

He covered his mouth and nose with his lace-gloved hand, his eyes fixed on the enemy who kept attacking him. His other hand groped towards his waist, grasped the hilt of the sword in his palm, and pulled it out to block in front of him.

It was not until this moment that Xia Lanluo Te felt a faint sense of security. At least, she could still hold on for a moment and prevent herself from dying unconsciously.

Some of the black and red knights on his side separated and stepped forward to interfere with and obstruct this opponent who was as ferocious as a leopard, while the others formed a circular array like a flourishing flower, surrounding Xia Lanluote in the middle.

Although these extraordinary people who practiced the Dragon Sequence could not fight in resonance with the War Sequence, their special positioning and coordination tried to evenly distribute the damage and protect the Red Dragon Princess firmly.

The sound of lightning exploding could be heard from time to time in the air, and the crimson spears pierced through the stubborn bodies one after another. In just less than a minute, the number of these knights with black backgrounds and red dragons was reduced by nearly one third, and dozens of them died on the rooftop.

"Roar, Jabba Walker!"

On the other side of the rooftop, the dragon wizards roared loudly, and with this call, the giant dragon constructed from the illusion in the sky finally came to life.

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