Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Fight back. We must fight back, otherwise the end will be death!"

Desk Yanjin gritted his teeth and said to his two remaining companions.

However, Klein did not answer. There was an illusory clock running in his blue eyes. As the hands moved rhythmically, his expression became more solemn, and bursts of sweat broke out on his forehead. .

Ingrid seemed to have been frightened and lost her will to fight. She stood aside holding the scepter and whispered to dissuade: "No, we can't win."

"Stop it, Desk."

"I beg you"

Suddenly, Desk shook his head slightly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

This Ingrid has only joined the "Blood Blade" for a year. Unlike adventurers like them who have a rough background, this priest is more like a flower in a greenhouse, and most of the battles he has experienced are crushing.

"I will never let this end!"

"Hunting. Swear to the enemy!"

In the end, Dex Yanjin flapped his wings desperately and flew towards the enemy.

"Destroy evil!"

He raised the golden sword and swung it in a graceful arc in mid-air. As he moved, a half-moon-shaped light cut through the air and split the earth.

This is the all-out blow of the Vengeful Paladin!

"Shua——"

However, Cassius just roared softly, and his body was surrounded by star-like energy scales, which directly blocked all the slashes.

However, Dex Yanjin was not discouraged.

The paladin who transformed into the "Angel of Vengeance" flapped his wings, quickly skimmed the ground, and swooped down.

Soon, he gritted his teeth and flew over the red dragon, clenching the golden sword in his hand and roaring ferociously.

"Evil dragon!"

"The great 'Dragon Slayer' Desk Yanjin will take off your head!"

However, in front of a behemoth that is more than thirty meters long, this vengeful paladin who charges without hesitation is like Don Quixote rushing towards a windmill, appearing extremely small.

"The Spirit of Vengeance!"

Dex roared angrily, and the long sword symbolizing the authority of the oath of revenge shone brightly.

The illusory figures of Grom, Rano and others appeared around him, and the souls born from the will of revenge besieged the seemingly invincible enemy.

However, the next moment, Desk only felt a gust of hot wind coming, and the huge red figure dodged directly and appeared behind him.

Whether it was channeling divine power or the spirit of revenge, they were all crushed by the almost substantial dragon power.

He quickly flapped his wings, trying to distance himself from the enemy, and at the same time kept slashing with the golden sword - but all this was of no avail, the enemy was too fast.

The sky is the paradise of the avenging angels, but it is also the domain controlled by the dragon.

The huge, ferocious claws grabbed the Vengeance Paladin out of thin air, like grabbing a fragile bird.

"caught you."

Cassius said flatly.

Desk tried his best, raised his sword to stab the claws, and fought hard.

But the red dragon only exerted a little force, and Desk's armor was squeezed and deflated, and his body became bloody, bloodshot eyes appeared, and a large mouthful of viscous blood spit out from his mouth.

For the first time, Desk felt that his life was in the hands of the enemy and could be ended at any time.

In his eyes that seemed to always be steadfast, the long-lost fear finally appeared - he was afraid, and he wanted to live.

"Stop, stop."

"Sir, I. I don't want to die."

Cassius moved him in front of him, looked at him with a half-smile, and asked in a low voice: "What reason do you have for me to spare your life?"

"You must know that you are the 'Great Dragon Slayer'. Since you have chosen this path, since you have no ability to kill the dragon, you will be killed by the dragon. This is a matter of course."

"me."

Desk's purple lips trembled slightly.

He really didn't expect that the words he just said to support the scene would now become his talisman.

After thinking for a long time, he accidentally saw the crest on the hilt of his sword, and finally thought of the last way to survive.

"You can't kill me, I am the Chosen One, the messenger of Lord Amaunata!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Cassius suddenly burst out laughing, the wings on his back shaking with laughter, and he slapped the ground with laughter, making the ground roar.

"Did you see that old silver dragon with its whole body glowing just now? With the addition of a divine weapon, that is the standard equipment for the Chosen One."

"But you, haha, a poor guy like you who doesn't have any legendary equipment on your body - do you deserve to call yourself the Chosen One?"

"in addition."

He spoke in a longer voice and looked at Desk in his claws again. The pale golden pupils showed a fierce light, and the strong dragon power overflowed.

Suddenly, Desk felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Because he only heard one sentence.

"I hate people who cheat on me."

Before he finished speaking, scorching flames suddenly emerged from his claws, wrapping Desk Yanjin in them.

"No--"

"I still don't want to die."

Soon, with unwilling roars and shrill wails, the flesh and blood was burned up in the flames and turned into ashes flying in the wind.

But in the red dragon's claws, a thick and luxurious armor and a shining golden sword were left behind.

"oh?"

"I misjudged it. It's really legendary equipment, but it's a slightly lower level and has an extra layer of magic disguise."

"Tsk, tsk, you are really cautious."

Cassius casually shook out the remaining ashes in his claws and plucked at the equipment Desk left behind, a hint of unexpected surprise in his tone.

But there is no doubt that - the famous "Dragon Slayer" in Fadland, the captain of the Blood Blade, Desk Yanjin, died completely.

Being killed by a dragon is indeed the fate of most dragon slayers.

Either quit halfway with wealth and glory, or go to the end on the road of self-destruction. There is never a hero at the end of the dragon-slaying road. Fall and death are the only destinations.

"Team, captain."

Seeing the captain she had known all day long die before her eyes, Ingrid couldn't help but cover her mouth, but she still let out a cry of surprise.

But there was nothing she could do. The dragon's whole body was filled with the power of an anti-magic field, and it was difficult for even her divine spells to be effective on it, let alone ordinary spells.

Klein's face was full of disbelief. Because the illusory clock in his eyes was shattered.

That is the special ability of the Time Mage——

【Conclusion of the future】

He can see into possible futures and magically direct one of those futures to events around him to ensure a specific outcome.

Klein had already constructed a model of the teleportation spell and was preparing to leave here.

But when he spent a lot of money to look into his future, he found that in every future, as long as he activated the teleportation spell, the end would be particularly miserable.

What made him even more chilling was that he couldn't see the future of that red dragon.

Klein wanted to spy on his fate, but the "Dragon Prince" seemed to be shrouded in a hazy silver mist.

"Trespass!"

Even his own spirit was struck by some majestic power, as if there was a terrifying giant thousand-meter-long dragon roaring and roaring in his mind.

"No, it's impossible."

Klein stood there muttering to himself, with two lines of bloody tears streaming from his eyes.