In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

How long can I hold on?

Prajna held the ghost-faced shield in one hand and looked at the night sky with frowning eyebrows.

The dragon's breath, which had the upper hand at the beginning, turned out to be exactly the opposite of the changes in the situation on the field. The red dragon's breath began to lose ground.

If you can't hold on any longer, why don't you let me take over?

Lothar's dragon's breath, with the blessing of the Volcano King, is almost as strong as the Indominus Dragon, which is known for its powerful dragon breath.

But his shortcoming is that he cannot last long.

One hundred points of spiritual power, although even among wizards, it is still at an average level.

But compared with the black dragon, which has an almost unlimited lifespan and can continuously increase its magic power, it is still far behind.

In terms of total magic power alone, a high-level wizard like Anna who is close to the legend may not be able to compare with the black dragon.

Lothar made a calm gesture, and his mental power was flowing away rapidly.

But he was not anxious at all.

Our side now has the advantage, and it is the opponent who should be anxious.

He is waiting.

Wait for Isaac to play his trump card first.

Being able to subdue a black dragon only proves that Isaac is stronger than the black dragon.

Otherwise, when the black dragon first appears, it can be killed with two holy spears.

At this time, it's like playing Gwent, whoever plays first will suffer the loss.

…

Isaac is indeed in a hurry now.

The situation underneath cannot be hidden from him.

Nearly 10,000 troops were crowded on the beach, and it was impossible to completely set up their formation.

Even now, there are still two to three thousand people on the ship who have not had time to land.

But the troops on the shore had already suffered heavy losses.

Those Crusader knights were riding their horses to trample and massacre his army.

If the formation is formally set up on the plains, regardless of anything else, the Cuman nomadic riders and Turkic riders alone are far more than a mere three hundred heavy cavalry can match.

Looking at it now, it would be completely stupid to bypass the city wall and attack by sea.

But he can't do anything now.

…

Cellinina stood at the highest point in the harbor, above the lighthouse.

The fluffy gray wolf ears and long blue-gray hair swayed gently in the night wind.

My lord, I can hardly hold it any longer.

She could clearly feel that the energy response from Lothar was declining sharply.

Her knees were slightly bent.

next moment.

The figure disappeared suddenly.

When it reappears.

She had arrived under the black dragon, and her sharp double blades drew a bright cross sword mark in mid-air.

A shrill scream resounded throughout the entire city of Limassol.

Even on the battlefield where the shouts of killing were loud, many people subconsciously raised their heads to see what was going on.

Dragon, it's our dragon, is it bleeding?

The khan of the Greeks is defeated, and his dragons cry!

The enemy's already very low morale was visibly dropped again.

Especially those Cuman and Turkic soldiers, some of whom were slaves recruited by Isaac after the Mamluks, but the vast majority were mercenaries.

There is no loyalty to an army that is paid to do things.

They stopped their progress one after another and began to crawl desperately to the boat stranded on the shore.

They couldn't sail the boat, and they loudly urged the sailors who were good at rowing to board the boat. The remaining people tried to escape onto the boat, but they were condescendingly shot to the ground.

The black dragon is bleeding.

Although this wound was on its abdomen, it obviously could not kill the dragon, which was known for its strong vitality.

But the dragon's breath that it was originally maintaining was interrupted by Cellinina's talent of strangling.

The dragon flames that Lothar spewed out were like a cannonball after it was blocked. The terrifying heat and impact, even if it was just the aftermath, made Isaac behind him let out a cry. A heart-wrenching howl.

The scattered flames quickly burned along his sleeves.

help me!

In the face of death.

All freedoms are free, and he has long forgotten them.

Want to make a deal?

The black shadow appeared in front of him with a smile, and even circled with the black dragon that was blown away, so as to always maintain a posture facing Isaac.

What deal?

Let me borrow your body, and I will deal with your enemies for you.

The splashing dragon's breath was like tarsal maggots, burning Isaac's body. The severe pain made him wish he could faint immediately, but he was sober at the same time.

I don't really have a choice, do I?

There was a trace of despair on Isaac's face.

You can choose 'freedom'.

The shadow was still smiling: Believe me, Isaac, I am not a dishonest person like the devil. I believe in equal exchange. If you want freedom, I will give you freedom.

help me.

The pain left him with little room to think.

The painful expression on his face instantly turned into indifference.

He lowered his head and glanced at the body that was being burned by the dragon flames. Without seeing any movement, the dragon flames quickly extinguished, revealing the unscathed flesh and blood underneath.

It's a real feeling that I haven't seen in a long time.

Wind, fire, temperature, taste

Above his head, the black mist turned into an immortal purple-gold crown, a pair of eyes shone with golden luster, and the billowing black mist, like his cloak, filled the entire sky.

The black dragon under his saddle was sending out thoughts of flattery.

Your Majesty, you finally came out of that despicable human body!

Isaac ignored it.

The skin on the shoulder blades on the back split in two places. It seemed like something was trying to crawl out. It squirmed for a long time and stretched out two bones with flesh and blood attached to it.

The bones are extremely thick and the ends are as sharp as spearheads.

The energy is not enough, this body is too weak.

There was a somewhat troubled look on his face.

Although he had devoured the flesh, blood and souls of dozens of living people before, casting a spell to charm this black dragon also required strength, so he was actually quite weak now.

Little guy, bear with it, it might hurt a little.

Black Dragon was a little confused.

The next moment, Isaac's fingers penetrated the black dragon's body.

The screams were loud.

In just a few breaths, the black dragon's skin shriveled up.

On Isaac's back, beneath the two bones, flesh and blood began to condense, and soon formed two huge fleshy wings that were more than two meters long.

The black dragon's flesh and blood was drained, but it did not fall into the clouds.

As Isaac snapped his fingers, the black dragon's eye sockets that had sunk into his skull lit up again with two green flames.

Kill that woman.

The black dragon flapped its wings and swooped down with Issac behind it. Its target was not Lothar, but Chelinina, who had just attacked the black dragon.

That kind of special power was similar to the magic-blocking gold, but more practical and a hundred times more terrifying than the magic-blocking gold. He immediately listed Cellinina as his first priority target.

On the lighthouse, Cellinina frowned slightly. She could clearly feel that she was locked by some special power.

The strong sense of crisis made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

She immediately flashed away.

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The lighthouse where it originally stood seemed to have been struck by an invisible hand. The top collapsed suddenly, and the broken boulders hit the cliff and sank into the sea.

Nina!

Fringilla, who was the first to notice Nina's danger, mobilized the magic power in her body and condensed it into an extra-thick blood-throwing spear. It passed by Cellinina's shoulder and shot directly at the black dragon flying from behind.

However, before the spear could even get close, it was shattered by an invisible force.

Isaac stood above the black dragon, with a smile on his face, his hands open, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he was embracing the world.

“That’s the beauty of having a physical thing.”

You and other sycophants all deserve to die.

before.

Cellinina, who was escaping at top speed, suddenly turned around.

The black dragon chased after her without thinking, knocking over two houses one after another. In the smoke and dust, it rushed forward, trying to take the path in the direction of Cellinina's escape.

But when the smoke dispersed.

What appeared in front of him was a female knight wearing silver armor and holding a rusty iron gun.

The knight was not wearing a helmet, and her long golden hair was stained with blood and dust. She was not riding a war horse, but was carrying a spear on her shoulder with a smile on her face.

Good evening, evil spirit.

The smile on Isaac's face froze.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the holy spear in Jeanne's hand.

This deal.

I'm afraid it's hard to say it's a profit.

Didn't make up for it, it's my pot.