"If they want to keep us here, they will all die!" The silver dragon roared, and the dragon's breath surged out, directly knocking over a fire demon who was holding a flaming battle axe high.
"Ang!" Amidst the painful dragon roar, a scarlet wound appeared along with the flying flames, and the hot dragon blood splashed into the turbulent river.
"Looking for death!" Ousbaija brandished the Ten Thousand Dragons' Chant, unleashing a flaming whip. He felt immensely frustrated. Human power ultimately seemed insignificant in the face of the behemoths' battles...
"Po Jun!" The golden sound of the Ten Thousand Dragons Buddhist Chant shone brightly, and the battle energy flame compressed into the thickness of an arm turned into a spear-like beam and stabbed out fiercely.
"Roar!" Accompanied by a deafening roar of a fire demon, the spear light exploded on his body, and half of his shoulder and arm were blown off.
"Die! Damn lizard! Damn bastard!" The injured fire demon's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung the flaming whip in his hand desperately.
"Bang!" A crisp sound was heard, and fine cracks on the surface of the dragon shield in Ousbaiya's hand quietly spread around - the shield was about to break!
"Damn it!" Before Ousbaija could react, the solid dragon shield in his hand exploded under the continuous attacks of the fire demons.
"Whoosh~" A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Ousbaiah was horrified to find a red phantom rushing towards him through the flying shield fragments.
"It's over!" Osbaija's soul was trembling. Without the shield to block him, he had almost no ability to turn the slender dragon spear to block the swift attack.
"Ang!" The silver dragon's shrill roar interrupted the dazed Ousbaija. He saw that his dragon actually raised one of its wings to block the shocking blow. As a price... the front part of the wing bone had been torn into two parts.
"Bastards! You deserve to die!" Ousbaiya roared angrily after watching his dragon fall from a low altitude and completely become an army.
"Ousbaiya! Leave here immediately! I will send you out! We can't all die here! Take my reverse scale to Dragon Island... and avenge me!" The silver dragon watched nervously as the surrounding fire demons fiercely used their dragon claws to tear off a piece of reverse-growing silver dragon scale from its chest. Behind that was the dragon's heart!
Once the reverse scale falls off, the fight will not stop until one dies!
"No! No! My brother!" Ousbaiya tried to resist the huge dragon force pushing him outward, tears streaming down his face.
"We can't win... Let's go! Don't die in vain!" The silver dragon, who had lost the ability to fly and jump in space, looked at Osbaija sadly. Now he was no longer the noble space elf of the dragon clan. The difference in numbers was enough to kill him.
"Knights will not abandon their comrades! Humans will not abandon their allies!" Ousbaija roared and smashed a flaming battle axe that was swung towards them with the chant of Ten Thousand Dragons. The fire demon looked at the artifact in his hand in awe and retreated dozens of meters. The fighting spirit in his body surged, and soon a new battle axe was condensed.
"Roar!" The angry silver dragon leaned forward, shook its head, and sprayed out a torrent of dragon breath in a fan shape.
"Now! Immediately! Leave now!" said the silver dragon in a deep voice after forcing back at least three fire demons.
"For the glory we once lost!"
"We once walked the world with mercy!"
"Salute to those knights with justice in their hearts!"
"We fight for the loyalty of the human race!"
"Love the world with a holy heart!"
"We have guarded Middle-earth with our shields!"
"We bravely face the abyss of darkness!"
"Bury our nobility deep in humility!"
"I will finally sacrifice for the human race with glory!"
Glory! Compassion! Justice! Loyalty! Philanthropy! Protection! Bravery! Humility! Sacrifice! Nine-colored halos leaped upon Osbaijah as he chanted passionately. The nine rhythmic halos were so thrilling, so tear-jerking... Every knight could fight beyond their rank, precisely because of this final halo of sacrifice!
"You...you are crazy!" The Silver Dragon felt the terrifying aura on his back, which was a power beyond the peak of the sixth level.
"Tell me! What is above the sixth level..." The hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, but the breath was as holy as heaven!
"Holy Sword! Judgment!" With cracks all over his body, Ousbaiya grabbed the void with his left hand, and a silver holy sword phantom suddenly appeared in his hand. Ousbaiya's eyes, filled with blood and tears, showed a hint of disdain, and then he pressed down hard!
"boom!"
The sky broke apart! A kilometer-long silver holy sword fell straight down, piercing the fire demons fiercely!
"Ah!" With a shrill wail, as the silver light in the sky dissipated, the injured Fire Demon disappeared. In the huge pit that was a hundred meters deep, only a red Fire Demon's heart remained floating in the air half a meter above the ground. This was the last evidence of the Fire Demon's existence.
"So you can die too..." Ousbaiya coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood and wiped his mouth casually.
"Osbaiah, you..." The silver dragon's huge eyes were filled with tears. He knew that the moment the halo of sacrifice rose was the most glorious moment in a knight's life, but it was also the moment when it would soon come to an end...
"Why..." The Silver Dragon's voice trembled. The telepathic connection between the man and the dragon made him understand what his knight was thinking.
"I'm sorry, this isn't your fight... I'm sorry for dragging you into this... As for that reverse scale... you'd better pack it yourself... Go back to Dragon Island and take care of yourself... You've done enough for me..." Ousbaiya said intermittently, lying on the dragon saddle and spitting blood.
"There are... three more..." In Ousbaiya's gradually blurred eyes, the three fiery red figures that appeared after the smoke cleared were so clear!
"Let's go! Aster! Go back to Dragon Island! Leave humans! Leave Middle-earth! Don't come back... This is not your battlefield!" Ousbaiah, who had struggled to get off the dragon saddle, roared heartbreakingly at his comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side with him for a hundred years.
Looking at the knight, whose eyes were blurred by the blood gushing from his own wounds, Silver Dragon Astelle bowed gently and saluted. He gave the battlefield to him! This was his honor! This was his war! This was his home!
"Thank you..." Osbaiah, holding onto the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant, murmured softly before limping towards the Flame Demons. He didn't have much time left...
"Roar!" A roar that was not like a human voice came out of Ousbaiya's mouth.
"For this strike...the gods apologize!" Osbaija, his whole body filled with fighting spirit, raised his dragon spear.
"Ride the dragon to the sky!" The Dragon Rider's strongest attack broke through the air, and a silver dragon condensed by fighting spirit swooped down towards the fire demons.
The violent shockwave ripped apart everything within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, shredding everything from giant ancient trees to rolling hills. The entire land became a vast impact plain! This was the terrifying destructive power of a forbidden divine spell!
"With a mortal body... standing shoulder to shoulder with a god!" Silver Dragon Aster's dragon eyes narrowed into a slit. He could actually sense the aura of a god within his own knight! That strike actually contained a faint divine power, a power different from that of the artifact Ten Thousand Dragons' Chant. It was a divine power born from within Osbaija's body.
"No... no..." Astel wailed helplessly. He actually felt the nascent godhood in Ousbaiya's body!
"I'm sorry, old friend..." Ousbaiya fell to the ground and turned into a point of light and disappeared before he finished speaking...
"Aang!" A long and sad dragon roar echoed throughout the north that day...