Shane Saint Dragon, who was nearly nailed to the city wall, had flames blazing in his eyes, with the fire of his soul burning fiercely in his eye sockets.
The pierced chest slowly healed.
Liches cannot be killed unless their life casket is destroyed.
Knight Lance kept his eyes straight ahead. "How can you kill this... it's completely impossible to kill, isn't it?"
Locke, maintaining the same pose, said, "I have a great idea!"
Several knights around pricked up their ears, and heard Knight Locke say confidently, "We can cut off his two arms, then each of us can take one arm and run away separately, what do you say?"
Knights: "..."
The black helmet concealed Lance's slightly twitching lips. "Locke, look at that guy's chest, he's healing himself!"
You grab his arm and run away, but before you've gone very far, a new arm grows out!
"It would be better to tear off a demon summoning scroll and let those demons who are willing to do anything steal the life box."
Knights: "!!"
Even their helmets couldn't hide their trembling pupils.
They all turned their gazes toward Clark City, and several eager individuals had already reached for the devil's teleportation scroll.
Meanwhile, Shane on the city wall remained completely unaware. Enraged by Arthur the Holy Dragon, he braced himself against the wall, flipped over, and leaped directly off the wall.
“Elaia!” he called out.
Suddenly, a skeletal dragon burst through the thick layer of dark clouds, its skeletal wings tucked together, and its body swooped down to the ground like a spinning wheel shuttle, before catching Shane the Holy Dragon steadily in mid-air.
Irenan, Shane Saint Dragon's contracted dragon partner.
They both perished in battle when the Holy Dragon Empire faced a crisis. A thousand years later, the familiar man and dragon returned to the mortal realm as immortals.
Shane's longsword was pointed directly at Arthur.
He seemed to be one with the dragon, and his attacks were as powerful as thunder and fire, completely different from the five great empires that claimed to raise dragons.
Before meeting Shane and his bone dragon, one might have been fooled by the dragon knights of the five great empires.
But after meeting Shane, who comes from the most orthodox dragon knight lineage from a thousand years ago, the dragon knights of the five great empires seem like nothing more than circus 'street performers'.
Arthur slowly raised his sword, the tip pointing directly at the roaring bone dragon.
The knights behind him, both man and horse, remained calm and composed in the face of danger.
They are knights who protect Arthur's back, and followers who entrust their lives to Arthur.
Elinan swooped down.
"Raise your sword, Your Highness Arthur!"
"Let me see if you are worthy to covet His Highness Albert's 'throne'!"
Arthur's blue eyes transformed into the vertical pupils of a dragon.
All three bloodlines within him were filled with boundless fighting spirit.
None of the three bloodlines that Li Aili chose for him were ones that could tolerate being provoked to their face.
Just as Arthur was about to open the Dragon Lord's domain and teach Shane a lesson, Shane and Elinan instantly 'faded'.
Their time was "frozen".
Arthur was the same.
Except for his blue eyes, which could move, his body and the nightmare that had become his mount had all turned "black and white".
Arthur seemed to be gathering his strength. Soon, his arm trembled slightly, and then there was a crisp "crack" sound, like thin ice breaking. Arthur moved his wrist and regained his "freedom", reclaiming his "time".
"Albert." This was the first time he had called out his brother's name, suppressing his rage, since Albert had been resurrected.
“Arthur, I just don’t want to see the descendants of the Holy Dragon turning against each other with swords.”
As soon as the portal opened, Albert, who had casually draped a long robe over his shoulders, stepped out of it.
Gilmanoa, a bony dragon resembling a cat, was perched on his shoulder.
Clearly, the time-stopping stunt was the work of this "Champion Marquis".
“We shouldn’t draw our swords at each other; that would only embolden the Holy Dragon’s enemies.” Albert casually patted his hand, sending Shane, whose time had been frozen, away.
Then, he glanced at the knights behind Arthur and said in a relaxed tone, "Does a younger brother need to make such a big show of visiting his older brother?"
Arthur sheathed his sword and glanced at the tightly closed gates of the royal city of Clark. "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to open the city gates."
Albert raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression unchanged from a thousand years ago, stirring up Arthur's long-forgotten memories.
"Arthur, time is running out. I hope you're not here to spout some wild and foolish nonsense."
"Of course, I also hope you didn't come to me because of Anyana."
Arthur watched as Albert tightened his grip on the reins.
"Besides that, I'm happy..."
“Albert,” Arthur finally interrupted Albert.
"She is, after all, our little sister, the Holy Dragon..."
No, He is not.
Albert's green eyes, which had been holding a hint of a smile, suddenly turned icy.
"I'll say it one last time: He is not of the Holy Dragon bloodline."
Arthur roared, "We can not forgive her! But do we really have to kill her?! Now there's only 'half of me' on the Holy Dragon's family tree, is this the result you wanted?!"
His response was a series of loud explosions.
The earth trembled, and the distant mountain peaks looked as if they had been flattened by an absurdly powerful blow.
Albert yanked the bone dragon off his shoulder, which had been watching the show.
Gilmanoa, whose tail was forced to tuck together, lay on his arm, letting him stroke it from head to tail like a 'cat treat'.
All around was quiet, except for the cracking sound of Gilmanoa's bones being pulled.
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