In the ruins after the flames dissipated, a large pit about 100 meters wide appeared, with lingering green smoke and a burnt smell filling the air.
Lying in the big pit were fallen soldiers and fine soil. They were scattered around, a few of them screaming in pain, while most of them were buried motionless in the soil, no longer showing any signs of life.
"Let's fight." Looking at the big pit in front of her, a dark brown female warrior stepped out.
Beside her, soldiers holding guns and shields parted in an orderly manner like a tide, making way for this powerful extraordinary person.
The spear in her hand swung and spun wildly, and the air was filled with the sound of electric sparks. As she continued to move forward, her steps became faster and faster, like a phantom, going against the flow and piercing the dark red flames falling from the sky.
"Roar—" The red dragon in the sky roared again. The four Sequence 6 Dragon Knights, in coordination with the Sequence 7 dragon beneath them, emitted powerful magical vibrations, stirring up the mana in the atmosphere. It gradually transformed into fiery red clouds that gathered together and then condensed into a burning flame that fell from the sky.
The originally bright sky was gradually covered by thick leaden clouds. Fiery red meteors were burning and slowly crossed the sky, leaving long tails of flames, hitting the legion soldiers who were charging below.
They are the last remaining force of the Pascal family. Although it is less than one-tenth of its former strength, it is still an extremely terrifying force in today's southern border.
During the heyday of the Pascal family before the cataclysm, there were more than 500 Sequence 7 crimson dragons, controlled by dragon riders of the same Sequence 7, making them the undisputed overlords of the sky.
Even during the Great Crusade after the changes in heaven and earth, nearly a hundred dragons reached Sequence 7 again. Unfortunately, most of them disappeared on the battlefield. The remaining forces are now too weak, so they are easily abandoned and sacrificed by the royal family.
However, as the duke who has guarded the southern border for hundreds of years, his foundation is not so easy to lose. After the main family was brutally wiped out, they launched rebellions several times, and this time they were even more desperate, taking out the few remaining high-level extraordinary people.
"Dragon of Doom, roar with me!"
In the castle high in the mountains, dozens of dragon wizards wearing masks with dragon horns and robes with metal edges formed a special magic circle. As they cast spells, the shadow of a giant dragon hundreds of meters long gradually appeared in the sky.
Dragon Order 8: Jabberwock
The fantasy dragon that only exists in nightmares is not a product of nature, but a fantasy dragon created by the secret method of the Pascal family. Compared with ordinary dragons, the shape of this dragon is more special.
The scales on its body are gorgeous and gradient, like metal and gems. Its long wings are not flesh wings, but wings covered with feathers, like some kind of bird. The colors of its feathers are a mixture of red, green, yellow and blue, and the four colors are scattered around, giving people a charming and strange dreamlike feeling.
Seeing the shadow of the Sequence 8 dragon gradually taking shape in the air, the legion commander below frowned deeply and waved his sword to give orders.
"Have all eight elite regiments under the 71st Legion take Lava Potion, Lizard Potion, and Swiftness Potion."
"Yes, sir." Although the messenger looked surprised, he quickly passed the message on.
These three are gold-grade potions. Although elite troops have always been equipped with them, they are extremely expensive and rare. Commanders will never let soldiers take them unless it is a critical moment.
It's not just because of the extraordinary gold coins, but also because of the side effects of the potions. If three are taken together, I'm afraid half of my life will be gone after the battle, and it will take a lot of time to recuperate and detoxify.
Soon, a strange whistle sounded on the battlefield.
Then, one elite soldier after another took out the temporarily distributed medicine, bit open the bottle cap and drank it quickly.
The surging magic power began to burn in the body, and the burning sensation in the stomach spread along the body. The outer layer of the skin began to be covered with a layer of dark red color, and then the remaining sparks and atmosphere in the air were no longer hot.
This is a lava potion, which greatly enhances resistance to high temperatures and burns.
Then, waves of twitching pain came from the muscles of the limbs, and the muscle fibers began to become tough and stiff. Although the agility decreased a little, it became tougher and stronger. If shot with an ordinary crossbow, it would probably only leave shallow white marks and would not break the skin.
This is the poisonous lizard potion, which can temporarily petrify part of the tissue and greatly improve its defense.
After drinking the last bottle of potion, the soldiers felt that their bodies seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and began to break free from the constraints of gravity, as if they could walk in the air. Their speed suddenly increased, and they shuttled through the flames falling from the sky, avoiding the large pieces of flames that hit them.
"kill!"
The soldiers shouted in unison, and the interlaced spear tips surged forward like a tide of white blades, piercing through the garrison soldiers in the middle of the mountain and heading towards the castle at the top.
"Aren't you ready yet?" Gersmith was wearing a gray shirt and a gray jacket, with only a black background and a red dragon badge on his chest.
He anxiously asked a masked dragon wizard, who told him not to disturb him.
"This ceremony has extraordinary meaning. We cannot advance or speed up the process. That will only lead to failure." Waving his hand, the priest-like dragon wizard walked out of the castle again and came to the top terrace.
"Cry out, swim, you are the sin of the heart, the terror of the living, the nightmare of dreams, Jabba Walker!"
This long prayer, spoken by a dragon wizard, sounded like a song and a sigh, with ups and downs. The magic power in the sky also flowed from it, constantly filling the gradually taking shape shadow.
Standing on the top of the castle, Xia Lanluote held on to the broken wall beside her and looked up at the sky. The long body of the dragon seemed to cover the entire sky. Even if she opened her eyes wide and stretched her vision to the limit, she could not take it all in.
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