The storm swept across the land like the wildest giant, causing the trees to tremble and the waves to roll into the South China Sea.
In the far south and far sea, on the Ash Island of Edda, the Seven Sacred Mountains, which were originally calm due to the magical array, are now shrouded in cold rain. Amidst the criss-crossing thunder, dragon roars and killing sounds can be heard coming from the island.
Holding the scepter in his hand, Pastor Guevara wiped the blood from his forehead. He kicked away a smashed flying dragon head at his feet, and then leaned on the doorpost of the temple, breathing heavily.
The smell of iron filled his mouth, and the battle came to an end.
In front of this coastal temple near the island, there are scattered corpses of wild dragons, with some puppet parts mixed in. The fishy smell of blood mixed with the rotting stench of the dragon's body, forming an indescribable smell. Just like the canned herring, a specialty of Mager Island in the West Mountains, ordinary people will retching just by smelling it.
But the strong priest turned a blind eye to the taste.
He had long been accustomed to the stench of corpses.
Since the mad dragon surrounded the Holy Mountain, this kind of battle has happened frequently. The flying dragons are unable to defeat the magical defense of the temple, and the few priests cannot really defeat the large number of dragon beasts. The two sides are fighting in every corner of the island. The fragmented and fierce offensive and defensive battles left a large number of corpses.
Gray Island is now full of corpses, with broken dragon wings and limbs, broken dragon bodies and heads scattered all over the ground, turning the originally holy holy land into a butcher shop in the slums, exuding the stench of inferior carrion.
After Guevara regained some energy, his eyes hardened. He looked around at the corpses in front of the temple, and then looked at the sky - a flying dragon with its head covered in blood, led by several injured powerful dragons, was screaming and fleeing towards the The sky, and behind them, are several streams of divine magic.
Today, Kuanglong's fourth wave of attacks failed once again, but the priest's heart was not filled with any joy, but with an incomparable heaviness.
There are hundreds of thousands of flying dragons besieging the Holy Mountain. Even if there are less than a thousand powerful and intelligent five-color dragons among them, they are still an extremely terrifying force. If they gather their full strength, they can turn the Far South into flat ground. Only those forces with legendary strong men can survive. The reason why they have the upper hand now is just because those crazy dragons are just victims to consume their energy and are not the real main force of the opponent.
This was not the first time that Guevara participated in this kind of defensive war. He also participated in the last battle where the giant beasts of the deep sea raided the Holy Mountain. He also used divine magic to kill a ten-arm giant.
But for the first time, the priest felt that Holy Mountain would lose this war.
"Guevara, how many puppet guards are there?"
Inside the temple, the tired voices of his colleagues could be heard, mixed with the chants produced by many mid-level priests to maintain the ritual. The strong priest who was lost in thought came back to his senses, and then replied loudly: "It's all gone, the mad dragon just now There was a blue dragon mixed in, and in order to keep its head, not a single magical puppet was left."
"Damn it, you should save some money. These puppets are all silver-level products!" An angry rebuke came from inside the temple, but then the voice sighed: "Forget it, the ceremony is about to end, we have to Abandon this dangerous coastal temple and return to the central temple area to defend."
What kind of ritual requires the thirteen temples in the port on the west coast of the island to be activated at the same time? Do you have to continue even in such a dangerous situation
Guevara swallowed these words back. He was not the kind of person who would question orders. Although the instructions from the central temple area were very strange, they, the priests, only needed to obey the orders - you know, for To ensure the completion of the mission, the Central Temple dispatched seventeen gold-level priests and paladins, as well as twice that number of mid-level priests and hundreds of steel puppet guards. This power was enough to maintain two lines of defense. Several mad dragon brigades led by giant dragons were defeated head-on.
And this is just to ensure that the ceremony, which takes half an hour, can be completed smoothly.
In the sky, a light suddenly lit up, followed immediately by four slender red light pillars. This light pillar penetrated the clouds, and then produced a violent explosion. The blazing fire swept away the clouds and fog, leaving hundreds of dragon beasts. Bodies fell one after another.
Guevara glanced at the place where the red light lit up, and then nodded appreciatively.
That was reinforcements from the empire, the gunfire of a floating battleship.
More than ten days ago, a flying steel battleship broke through the blockade of the Mad Dragon and arrived above the Holy Mountain. It is said that this battleship named Gale was the aid received by the church after a transaction with the Northern Empire. Originally, the priest was still a little prejudiced against this seemingly fragile steel battleship, and was also dissatisfied with the stingy empire that only sent one battleship. However, in the defensive battle that followed shortly afterwards, that stereotype was violently shattered. The artillery fire completely shattered it.
This floating battleship does not have much resistance to the attacks of strong men, but it is extremely powerful against the suppression of ordinary crazy flying dragons that are not gold level. One of its battleships is worth the simultaneous attacks of ten golden priests. The firepower was far beyond everyone's imagination. The forty alchemy cannons tilted the fire rain and killed more than a dozen flying dragons in an instant.
It has almost no shortcomings except that it needs to be turned off and cooled down after more than ten minutes of full-strength fighting.
Thanks to this battleship and the puppet guards, there have been no major casualties on the Holy Mountain so far. Although everyone is tired, the foundation has not been damaged.
The cold rain mixed with the cold wind fell, dispersing the stench around the temple. Guevara, who was guarding his colleagues in the ceremony, suddenly felt something was wrong.
The Edda Gray Island where the Holy Mountain is located is itself a huge magic circle. It can control the weather within a radius of nearly a thousand square kilometers and stop the storm. But now, whether it is clouds or rain that covers the Holy Mountain, it is the five-color dragon clan. The unnatural magical celestial phenomena set off to facilitate the invasion will temporarily stop when the invasion is over.
But... why hasn't it stopped
"The fifth wave! Prepare to meet the enemy!" From another temple not far away, a powerful roar came: "The ceremony will be completed soon! Hold on for these dozens of seconds!"
"—Bastard!" Hearing dragon roars from the sky, Guevara braced himself. He raised his scepter and stared up at the rapidly passing black shadows in the sky. Traces of white blood floated around the priest. The light spot roared loudly: "It will never end!"
The temple stained with the blood of countless dragons also glowed with brilliance. The array of divine spells engraved in it echoed the priest's holy light, forming translucent barriers.
Countless crazy flying dragons flew out from the clouds in the sky, and a few real giant dragons were mixed in, commanding these unintelligent dragon beasts. Most of the dragon beasts rushed towards the towering holy mountain and the surrounding central temple area, but a small number dispersed and rushed towards the scattered temples around the island.
Hundreds of crazy flying dragons swarmed towards the temple guarded by Guevara. The strong priest raised his brows, pressed the scepter in his hand to the ground, and then spread out a circular circle of holy light.
Behind him, chants related to time and space came. Inexplicable power was transmitted from the thirteen temples, and a huge blue door was outlined above the western shore.
But Guevara had no time to pay attention to the door above his head. All his attention was focused on the extremely ferocious lizards in front of him. The priest seriously controlled the magical array of the entire temple, preparing to deal with the impact.
But the expected impact did not come.
The faint blue door was completely completed at the moment when the flying dragon leaned forward to charge, and a huge ark nearly two hundred meters long fell from the sky.
--boom! ! ! !
The damaged ark covered with scars fell to the ground from a height of tens of meters. The impact of the terrifying weight caused the soil to fluctuate like water. Even the crazy flying dragon was so frightened that it let out a long cry, then turned around and returned to the ground. Sky, ready for the next impact.
"Seven Gods above, what's going on-"
Pastor Guevara, who was originally fearless, was also shocked to take a breath of cold air. He had no idea what the ceremony of guarding was about, so he was not mentally prepared for the ark falling from the sky - not to mention that there were still people on the ark. There was a hint of abyssal aura, which made the priest feel uncomfortable all over.
The holy mountain's own purification ability easily eliminated the remaining abyss aura on the Ark. The order fluctuations brought by the glowing fire on the top also made Guevara understand that this was a giant ship belonging to the church. He was quick-thinking and immediately He knew that the ritual he and others performed was probably to summon the giant ship back to the Holy Mountain.
But now is not the time to think about this. Just when the priest's attention was attracted by the Ark and he was slightly distracted, a strong alienated flying dragon saw the right time and swooped down from the sky. Its speed surpassed the sound in an instant, carrying it with it. There was a sharp crack.
The flying dragon's rush is one of their most difficult attacks to defend against. The huge body of more than ten meters long carries its own huge mass, which is enough to break through most shields. Even gold-level warriors must be careful not to be lost by them. Balance, with just a crisp sound of broken glass, the translucent barrier on the outside of the temple was shattered, and the alienated flying dragon rushed straight towards Guevara, who had just reacted.
In the flash of lightning, the pastor's heart tightened. He knew that he was in terrible danger.
But a huge steel plate suddenly flew across the sky, smashing the flying dragon that had rushed ten meters in front of Guevara, and then hit the wall of the temple not far away, making a huge roar.
"… Huh?"
Blinking his eyes, the strong priest suddenly shivered. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the place where the steel plate fell - the body of an alienated flying dragon with only half left was still twitching, half of its body was pressed by the white steel plate. It turned into meat pie and stuck to the wall, and on the solid wall of the temple that had not been damaged at all after many battles, large spider web-like cracks appeared in the center, and half of the temple was crumbling.
In mid-air, hundreds of crazy flying dragons couldn't help but not take advantage of the opportunity when the temple barrier was shattered to continue attacking. Instead, they flew upside down and fled in fear, as if there was something terrifying ahead. This was the first time Guevara had seen loss. The wise dragon beast showed fear.
Those dragon beasts did not escape successfully. From the broken ark, a black and red line of fighting spirit suddenly flew out. This line looked ordinary in thickness, but its speed was extremely fast. With only a few flashes, most of the flying dragons were killed. The line split into two, and the body gushing with dragon blood fell straight down and fell to the ground.
In addition, there were beams of holy light rising from the ark, wiping out all the remaining flying dragons. After noticing something strange in this direction, a large number of flying dragons emerged from the sky, including several truly giant ones. Led by the dragon, they flew quickly to the west of the island, preparing to completely clear out the scattered temples nearby.
But halfway through the flight, the entire group of dragons turned around. They hovered in the air, not daring to attack rashly. The leading dragons looked at each other in the air, and these intelligent beings all felt a chill.
At this moment, a group of people walked out of the ark.
There were two paladins, one nun, and the leader was a warrior with black hair and red eyes.
Joshua looked up at the sky, the lingering dragons and the thunder tearing through the clouds. He touched his chin in confusion: "The mad dragon launched a general attack? Not so fast?"
The typhoon has not yet risen in the distant sea, and the magical array of the Holy Mountain has not been suppressed by nature. As long as the five-color dragon clan is not crazy, they will not besiege the impregnable Holy Mountain at this time.
But the current situation was indeed not good. The warrior stood on the ark and glanced condescendingly around him. The gray island was covered with scattered corpses of the mad dragon, as well as a large number of broken parts of the puppet guards.
The church's puppet guard is a powerful divine magic construct that is extremely low-cost and can be formed spontaneously with only finely forged steel and a magic core. These steel guards are generally in human form. They have the strength of mid-to-high-level silver, and are not afraid of pain and death. Except that they cannot be mass-produced and can only be made one by one by high-level priests, they have almost no shortcomings.
Now, just where Joshua can see, there are thousands of damaged puppet guards, which is equivalent to a year's inventory of the Holy Mountain. You must know that the church will not make so many puppets without orders.
"The Holy Mountain is conducting a test battle with the Kuanglong."
Saya took a step forward. Golden light patterns lit up all over her body, forming an angelic image like a stick figure. A faint halo of light was suspended above the head of the nun, accumulating the power of the holy light: "Looks like we're coming back at the wrong time."
"No, isn't this just right?"
Joshua and the two paladins beside him looked at each other, and he, Robzek and Loranda showed a wild smile at the same time: "Have you rested yet?"
"You have just fought with all your strength against Mandalgar. This is what we should ask you." The blond paladin replied lightly. He had been unable to help in the battle against the crystal dragon because of the brain-eating worms. The soldier was busy, and now he was holding his breath, intending to vent: "Why don't you take a rest this time, and let us deal with these flying insects."
There was no reply, so the warrior waved his hand twice more, and with his solid fighting energy, he killed several crazy flying dragons in the air.
The next second, he jumped up and flew into the sky.
laugh!
In an instant, the group of wild dragons that were still hovering over the temple with a wait-and-see attitude suddenly burst into clouds of blood mist. Each flying dragon was completely shattered by an invisible force, leaving not even the slightest bit of body left. The wind blows away.
Only the few giant dragons mixed among the flying dragons could see clearly. It was a dark shadow that was shuttling through the air at a rapid speed, killing the mad dragons one after another.
At this moment, space and time seemed to freeze. Only one warrior could be seen appearing behind dozens of mad flying dragons at the same time as if teleporting. With a punch, the terrifying air waves had not had time to expand and spread. Clouds of blood mist erupted from the bodies of these flying dragons, and countless purple-black dragon blood spurted out. Their scales flew away, and their flesh split open with countless wounds, and then they were crushed into minced meat by huge force.
One hundredth of a second later, the exploding air wave, carrying the stench of flying dragon blood, turned into a burst of red wind, spreading in all directions!
"Extreme intention!"
"Jiyi level warrior!"
"What's going on? How come there is a Jiyi-level warrior suddenly appearing?! Aren't all the strong human beings on the Holy Mountain under close surveillance? When did this person appear?!"
What caused them to completely collapse was the second and third holy flash. Robzek and Loranda rushed into the sky one after another and started massacring the dragons. The high-heat light beams were mixed with magical fighting spirit, killing one after another. The flying dragons were blasted into nothingness, and even a commanding dragon was discovered and died within seconds due to the combined efforts of two paladins.
Saya came to the temple, took over the control of the magical array from the dull-looking Guevara, and began to weave huge magical arrays. It restrained nearly a hundred flying dragons and bound them. They were torn from the sky and fell to the ground, creating waves of earth.
"Two Jiyi! Let's go quickly!" "The situation is not right, let's go back to find support!" "This is an ambush!"
The chaotic group of dragons turned around in panic under the command of the giant dragon, intending to escape. These frightened dragons flew rapidly, intending to escape from this terrifying area as soon as possible.
But before they could escape, two rays of cold light lit up from the direction of the Holy Mountain and flew towards the temple on the west coast of the island.
In an instant, the cold light penetrated the two dragons in mid-air, exploding a large amount of blood mist, and then just passed by Joshua's side and fell to the ground.
Some astonished warriors did not continue to chase the escaping flying dragons. He lowered his head and looked at the place where the light fell. The warrior stared at them for a while, and then showed a smile.
He landed on the ground and walked towards the two cold lights.
A giant sword, a giant axe, and two weapons that were too huge for ordinary people to lift were inserted into the solid stone path of the temple, vibrating slightly, as if they were calling their masters.
"Slaughtering the weak is not my kind of battle. This kind of killing is always the same."
Stepping forward, he lifted up the giant sword and axe. Joshua held the sword handle and ax handle tightly with his right hand and left hand, and said softly to his long-lost weapons: "Are you tired of it?"
"of course not."
The voices of boys and girls replied in unison.
"As long as you are with the master, no matter what kind of battle it is, there will be no problem."
(End of chapter)