"Really, a small lizard can be so arrogant?" the strange 'Vickers' slowly rose from the sand, his eyes unabashedly revealing his disdain for the dragon in the sky.

Although 'Vickers' voice at this time had the same hint of coldness as before, his voice seemed to add a bit of femininity to this sentence, like a charming woman.

'Vickers' looked at the dragon in the sky, and gently placed his slender hand, which was different from that of a warrior, on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes slowly sharpened, like an eagle's owl.

"Roar!!" the dragon began to dive, the space in its chest expanded, its muscles slowly expanded, and the dragon's eyes burst out with bursts of essence, revealing the dragon's killing intent.

"Bang bang bang!!" the cone-shaped cloudburst that broke the sound barrier reappeared, and the piercing explosion was transmitted through the desert, and not far away a withered old tree was knocked down by the shaking branch.

Visible clouds flowed over the dragon's body, and steely eyelids protected the dragon's eyes. A loud rumbling sound appeared in Miller's chest, and the icy aura emanated around the high-speed dragon cannonball, who could doubt the power of this war beast.

Suffer death!!!

On the other hand, 'Vickers' in the desert, he just stood expressionlessly on the yellow sand that had been stored for millions of years, and his bright eyes were full of vicissitudes.

A long time ago, this desert may have been a paradise of abundance, rivers and milk, but today, it is just a desert.

"Deterrence ......," he spat out softly.

Moment. With Vickers as the center, a spherical invisible aura erupted.

"Bang!" the speed of the explosion of this aura was even more terrifying than that of a hurricane.

The endless yellow sand was shaken apart by Vickers. Sweeping across the sky, a yellow hurricane sandstorm formed around Vickers. The hundred-meter-high pillar of sand exploded with a thud.

The grains of sand within a radius of several kilometers flew up, violently, violently, and at high speed, and the air in the desert was cut wildly because of the heat.

Within the confines of a sandstorm, all life, whether it is a sand snake, a gerbil or a tree that has been dead for many years, is cut, shattered, and then swept into the sky as part of an endless sandstorm. Continue to divide the other qiē.

"Roar!!" Miller's dragon roar came from the sky again, but this time it wasn't angry, but a terrified whimper.

What kind of momentum is this? Like a god who reigns over the world, even a creature like a giant dragon can't help but tremble in the face of such a momentum, and his whole body can't help but become cold.

Constantly impacting the intimidation of Miller's soul, it couldn't help but let out a burst of sorrow, the dragon's sturdy body could not give it any protection, this was a kind of awe from the soul.

Although the sandstorm in the sky could not cause damage to the dragon, this dim world of yellow sand. But it even more highlighted the tallness of the figure standing in the center of the storm.

The somewhat thin body was like an unshakable mountain at the moment, and no matter how much the outside world changed, it would not shake this body, and 'he' just stood there calmly. The whole body exuded a monstrous killing intent.

The hand he held the hilt of the sword had completely melted into the edge of the sword at this moment, and he was like an unsheathed sword stuck in the yellow sand. Waiting for the arrival of the dragon in the sky.

The human figure was no longer small in the face of the dragon, and an aura that even the gods were going to kill bloomed in Vickers's eyes. The dragon in the sky is in front of this human at this moment. Smaller than ants!

"Roar~~" Miller felt like a lonely boat on the stormy sea at the moment, and a random wave was enough to crush it. Divine grace is like the sea, and divine power is like hell!!

"Roar!" Miller screamed, the most frightening thing had happened, under the suppression of this breath, its swooping movement was greatly disturbed, and its body could not help shaking due to the effect of deterrence.

The dive, which was originally a straight downward impact, began to get out of control at this moment, like an arrow that had lost its accuracy, although it still had a deadly sharpness, but there was no way forward, and the body of the dragon shook chaotically.

The sheer speed of the impact made it unable to stop its current dive, even if it wanted to pull itself up and turn and lift it back into the sky as before, there was no way to separate the gods to complete this qiē, because this god-like intimidation made it unable to stop the trembling in its soul.

"Kill!" 'Vickers' suddenly said softly.

Although it was only a very light tone, the atmosphere in the sandstorm suddenly changed, and the raging sandstorm became even more crazy.

The whistling sand seemed to cut through this space, and even in some hidden corners, spider-like black cracks slowly appeared with the cutting of the wild sand, and the space in this desert was gradually collapsing, and this qiē was precisely because of one person.

"No!!" Miller felt a sudden thud in his skull, and lost all consciousness for a moment, as if his soul had been hit hard by a huge hammer, and cracks appeared in his soul.

The pain caused it to fall into a coma for a short time, but even less than 0.0001 seconds of chaos was enough to cause serious consequences, and when it was conscious, it suddenly found itself slamming straight into the ground!!

"Roar!!" The screams that resounded through the battlefield came from the sandstorm, and in the vast yellow mist, there seemed to be layers of red blood-like water columns!

"Remember, Vickers, fighting is fighting, fighting is not afraid of life and death!" 'Vickers' stood on the dragon's corpse, gently wiping the dragon's blood-stained sword.

This sword was not the knight's sword that Vickers usually used to kill enemies, but the hollowed-out sword that Kailabajulian had given him earlier.

"Hiss~~" As the sandstorm cleared, Vickers stuck his sword into the dragon's massive skull and held the hilt with both hands. pressed against the hilt of the sword, then slowly lowered his face.

The yellow sand in the sky has finally disappeared. The only witnesses to this huge sandstorm were the giant dragon that had been separated from its body and the human standing on the head of the giant dragon, whose whole body seemed to emit a faint golden light.

Some silent desert. A group of cavalry rode war horses with solemn expressions and walked on the ancient road flooded by yellow sand.

Perhaps this desert once had a glorious civilization and a blessed land of flowing water, but now, it is just a yellow world submerged in death.

They numbered only 311, nearly 200 fewer than they had arrived, but they were not demoralized or discouraged by the deaths.

Even the war horses seemed to be infected by this atmosphere of pride, and walked slowly with their heads held high.

They were preparing to march towards the large army besieging Safat, like a group of elites who had won a great victory, and they were preparing to go back to the royal road to receive their reward.

In the middle of the square phalanx surrounded by these cavalry. It was a huge head drawn by a dozen war horses.

The skull had two stag-like horns, but in the scorching sun, it shone with some metallic texture and coldness.

There are several evil teeth that are exposed outside the mouth, more than a meter long, and nearly 80 centimeters wide at the widest point. There is no doubt that if a human were to be devoured by the behemoth's mouth, these teeth alone would be able to turn the hapless human into a piece of flesh that could no longer be crushed.

The most amazing thing is the scales on this skull, which are nearly a centimeter thick. Its hardness is close to that of steel, or even more than steel, and it is hard to imagine what it would be like to be able to cut off the head of such a creature.

Maybe. But only the zài exists in the legends of myths and stories, or some ancient zài that never appears in front of the world.

Although these cavalrymen all looked extremely vigorous and arrogant. But they were all more or less secretly looking at a cavalryman walking at the front of the army. Seems. This man is their chief.

The hollowed-out sword worn by the cavalryman walking in front of the battle was flowing with a strange light. Like the blood of a dragon, it is full of rage and unparalleled power. But if you don't look at it carefully. It's really not easy to see the same as this sword.

He, Viscount Vickers Tommelio, fought the dragon with his own strength when everyone was frightened and fled, and succeeded in killing a dragon, and finally when the people found the human standing on the dragon's head, they found him like a sharp sword, standing on it.

At least, that's what it looks like to outsiders.

Is a human who can slay a dragon still a human being? You know, in front of a dragon, human beings are extremely vulnerable, even if you are a warrior or magician with divine powers, these are very difficult to achieve.

The most recent account of dragon slaying was two hundred and twenty-three years ago, when a group of priests of the Holy Religious Order fought for a day and two nights in the middle of the Western Continent, and that battle was not a fair one-on-one battle.

And today, when they send back this giant dragon head, the continent will be a sensation again, a major earthquake will start from Saint-Colesman, and a new dragon slayer warrior will rise. Even if he doesn't do anything after killing a dragon, he can rely on the merit of slaying the dragon to obtain a title in the principality, and get a fief, and have a good life of his own.

Neither the king nor the nobles have any objection to such a gift, but do they want to use their own strength to stop a warrior who can slay a dragon?

Especially at this critical moment of the war, a warrior who can slay the dragon appears in the camp of his own army, such a thing can definitely greatly boost morale, and even achieve some unexpected effects.

Think of a warrior who can slay the dragon at your side and fight with you.

Can you not be excited, in this battlefield full of mortals, what can stop this warrior from advancing?

No matter how strong the walls are, is there a dragon that is strong in the flesh?

No matter how sharp the arrow is, is it as sharp as the teeth of a dragon?

No matter how powerful the attack is, is there a dragon's power?

But only Vickers knew that this qiē was just a misunderstanding. It wasn't the killing of the dragon at all. It's Kayla Barjulian, the mysterious woman.

When he was about to die from the dragon's swoop. Kaila Bajulian didn't know what kind of method she used, but she actually gained control of her body.

At the time of the battle with the dragon. Vickers himself was just a spectator, an immersive viewer who couldn't make movements, his body was completely controlled by Kayla Barjulian, and he performed some surprising fighting techniques.

It's like a berserker who has been through a lot of battles and killed countless people, even when facing dragons, he doesn't lose the slightest advantage, relying on skills that he didn't value before, such as [Deterrence]. And so it was a miracle, the miracle of a man slaying a dragon.

Vickers felt the awe-inspiring gazes of the people around him, and smiled slightly bitterly, it seems that this misunderstanding is not easy to solve, but is it necessary for him to solve it?

When Vickers' hand touched the accessories on his waist, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless and excited.

This hollowed-out long sword, which he had not valued before, and which Kailabajulian gave him when he left the mysterious space, did not expect it to be such a sharp weapon.

Runic Sword

Description: This is a bloody sword that kills more creatures and the stronger the combat power

Skill: [Slash Creature] - Ice Attribute Baby Dragon [Strength Up 50]

The presentation is brief. But it made Vickers very excited, and the hollow long sword, which had not been paid attention to before, had such an effect.

If you say that the more creatures you kill, the more powerful the sword will be. Doesn't that mean that you only need to kill a living being, whether it is a human or something? Can your own combat power be infinitely improved?

If that's the case, if you hold this sword, you will be able to slaughter the gods one day sooner or later?

Kayla Bajulian. What kind of existence are you?

He gently pulled out the long sword at his waist, feeling the power of up to eighty points. Vickers felt a belligerent soul rising within him.

What would happen to him if he killed all the cavalry behind him with this sword?

The scorching sun hung in the air, shining on the head that had been dragged to the ground, and the blood that flowed like a stream.

Dragon's blood, the noble object of this world, no one cares anymore, because everyone's water bladder no longer contains fresh water, but the blood of the dragon, the blood of honor.

Outside the city of Safed, a large army gathered on all sides to surround the capital of the productive region.

The desert eagles flying through the sky let out a terrible cry at the sight of the flood-like legions on the ground, and the mere mere standing there of these soldiers was enough to make the city feel indescribable fear.

With only more than 2,000 defenders, and more than 1,000 of them citizens who were temporarily pulled up to the city, how could they resist the invasion of an army of 20,000 people.

It is precisely in this way that the siege of such an important grain producing area is fatal to the Iqzar dynasty, so even this dying empire is constantly being aided by nobles from other parts of the Iqzar dynasty, but the number of these rescuers, which is more than a few thousand troops, is obviously a drop in the bucket.

In the past few days, the Crusaders had annihilated and taken 5,000 prisoners by simply besieging the city and not attacking.

At best, these reinforcements were able to cause them a small riot, and the assembled troops cut off their heads again and again, scattering them in front of the city.

However, the warlords and nobles of Ikzar are not wine bags and rice barrels, and after paying more than 6,000 casualties, these nobles of Ikzar have also come to their senses and no longer aid the city. Leave it to its own devices, for they already have a new plan.

The goal of the enemies from the principality was not to take the city and consolidate their own logistical forces, but to use this important city as a point to attack reinforcements from elsewhere, so as to weaken the living force of the Iqzar nobles. How can a country without an army withstand the invasion of the enemy?

Outside the city of Safat, the military array, the center, the king's tent.

In some dimly lit tents, although it was only in the afternoon, because of the dimness in the tents, Alphonse still lit the faint candlelight, and meditated quietly. The young king was in desperate need of a war. Victorious wars to strengthen their position.

"Uh-huh.................." Alphonse knelt on the ground in the tent. Look at Ikzar

The topographical map of the dynasty country slowly fell into contemplation.

This map, which was prepared as early as the reign of Alphonse IV, accurately records every city, oasis, port, nobility, mineral, and resource source of the Iqzar dynasty. River distribution, topography, ...... Spread out, there are dozens of square meters, almost filling this king's tent.

Scholar, businessman, robber, thief, pauper.................. A summary of people from all walks of life, this map shows the secrets of the Ikzar dynasty in great detail. Alphonse IV, out of his own inner desire for merit, completed this map of the Ikzar dynasty, which can be called the most sophisticated in the world, and if any of the nobles of Ikzar saw this map at this moment, they would definitely be surprised, because even their own natives of Ikzar did not have such a precise map.

It's just a pity that Alphonse IV has great ambitions. But his own ability is insufficient, and this qiē depends on whether his grandson can achieve it for him.

Sebas on the side was still smiling silently, peeling the red apple little by little with the dagger in his hand. His eyes remained motionless at the sharp blade of the dagger, not bothering Alphonse in his musings.

"Sebas, what do you think I should do next?" Alphonse said, squeezing his right index finger.

"Your Majesty, haven't you already made up your mind for a long time?" The skin of the apple was being peeled off little by little, hanging in the air.

"That's an ambiguous answer............ Alphonse walked over to the table and picked up a short knife stuck in its scabbard.

"It's not ambiguous, Your Majesty. This is wisdom. ”

"That's annoying wisdom. ”

"Jump!" a sharp short knife struck the map on the ground with the sound of a whistling wind.

"Safed, start tonight!" the dagger plunged deep into the sign on the map representing the city of Safed.

Sebas smiled and slowly peeled the apple in his hand, the blood-red skin stinging the dim color of the tent.

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Because of its proximity to the Hinco River. So this area in the desert is a plain with green grass and a rare little business.

A few sentries were on sentry outside the army on their fast horses. Patrolling around, strolling on the grasslands. The task of these few of them is important for the entire unit.

Patrolling dozens of miles outside the military formation, looking for traces of the enemy. That's their mission, and while it may seem unimportant, don't underestimate these seemingly useless reconnaissance operations.

The main task of the patrol is to obtain important military information, and if there is going to be a battle, then to reconnoiter the number of personnel and equipment of the opposing troops at the front of the battle, and to carry out reconnaissance and sabotage strikes against the enemy's important military or logistical supplies behind enemy lines. The reconnaissance detachment is the eyes and ears of the unit commander, and the information provided lays the foundation for the commander to make a decision to fight.

While the army is encamped, these patrols are the eyes of the defenders, responsible for observing whether there is any enemy around the formation, and if there is, these patrols will rush back to the army as quickly as possible and report to the commander, so that the troops have time to react and prepare. A prepared army and an unprepared army can be seen by guessing which is stronger or weaker.

Therefore, these people who can serve as patrol soldiers are definitely brave people with superior force, otherwise how can they take on such a big responsibility?!

"Someone!" a sharp-eyed patrolman was patrolling their area with the others, only to spot a group of horsemen approaching in the distance.

"Is it an enemy attack?" asked the companion on the other side.

"No, it's not, it seems to be our troops. The fluttering crusader flag represents the identity of this group of cavalry loyal to God.

"Could it be the two cavalrymen who were sent out a few days ago?" a man came up with this possibility after being slightly stunned.

"Oh, oh, oh, God!!, what's that? no, what do I see?" cried out in horror to the patrolman who had spotted the cavalry units.

"What?" no one understood why he cried out in such horror.

Until the cavalry walked in.

"Oh my God......"

"This ............"

"It can't be!"

The huge dragon head was like the most dazzling marker, deeply stinging the nerves of everyone present. (To be continued......)