Chapter 394

The storm swept the earth like the craziest giant, making the trees tremble and the waves roll over the South China Sea.

Far south and far sea, ADA grey Island, the Seven Sacred Mountains, which had been calm because of the magic array, is now covered with cold rain. In the thunder, you can hear the sound of dragons and the sound of killing from the island.

With a scepter in his hand, Reverend Guevara wiped the blood from his forehead. He kicked away a smashed dragon's head at his feet, and then leaned against the temple's doorpost, panting violently.

The smell of iron filled his mouth, and the war came to an end.

In front of the shore temple near the island, there are fragmentary dragon corpses mixed with some puppet parts. The fishy smell of blood mixed with the rotten smell of the dragon body, forming an indescribable taste. It's like the canned herring from Magar island in Xishan. Ordinary people will retch as long as they smell it.

But the strong priest is indifferent to the taste.

He was used to the stench of corpses.

Since the fierce dragon encircled the holy mountain, this kind of battle often happened. The flying dragons could not help the magic defense of the temple, and the few clergymen could not really defeat the large number of dragon beasts. The two sides launched a fragmented and fierce offensive and defensive war in every corner of the island, leaving a large number of bodies.

Gray island is now full of corpses, scattered dragon wings and limbs, broken dragon body and head scattered on the ground, making the holy land become a meat shop in the slum, smelling of inferior carrion.

After recovering a little energy, Guevara's eyes became firm. He looked around at the corpse in front of the temple, and then looked to the sky - a flying dragon covered with blood, led by several wounded powerful dragons, was running to the sky with a hiss, and behind them was the light flow of several magic powers.

Today, for the first time, the priest of the wild dragon felt that the holy mountain would lose the war.

"Guevara, how many puppet guards are there?"

Inside the temple, there were tired voices of his colleagues, and there were many chants from the maintenance ceremony of the middle-level clergy. The strong priest, who was deep in thought, came back to himself, and then said aloud, "it's all gone. There was a blue dragon mixed in the wild dragon just now. In order to leave its brain bag, there were no magic puppets left."

"Damn it, you have to save some money. These puppets are the best of the silver class!" There was an angry rebuke from inside the temple, but then the voice sighed: "well, the ceremony is coming to an end. We can give up this dangerous shore temple and go back to the central temple area to defend."

What kind of ceremony is it that requires the 13 shrines of the port on the west side of the island to be launched at the same time? Even if it is such a dangerous situation to continue?

Guevara swallows this sentence back. He is not the kind of person who will question orders. Although the orders from the central temple are very strange, they just need to follow orders. You know, in order to ensure the completion of the mission, the central temple has sent 17 golden priests and paladins, There are also twice as many middle-level clerics and hundreds of steel puppet guards. This strength is enough to maintain two lines of defense and defeat several dragon groups led by giant dragons.

And it's just to make sure that the ceremony, which takes half an hour, can be successfully completed.

In the sky, the light spot suddenly lights up, and then comes four slender red light pillars. This light pillar penetrates the clouds, and then produces a violent explosion. The blazing fire sweeps away the clouds and fog, leaving hundreds of dead dragon beasts falling one after another.

Guevara took a look at the red light and nodded admiringly.

It's reinforcements from the Empire, gunfire from a floating warship.

More than ten days ago, a flying steel warship broke through the blockade of the dragon and came over the holy mountain. It is said that the warship named gale was the aid obtained by the church after trading with the northern empire. Originally, the priest had a slight prejudice against this seemingly fragile steel warship, and was also dissatisfied with the stingy Empire who sent only one warship. However, in the defensive battle soon afterwards, that stereotype was completely destroyed by the fierce artillery fire.

This floating warship really has no resistance to the attack of the strong, but it is extremely powerful to suppress the ordinary crazy flying dragon which is less than the gold level. One warship is worth ten golden priests at the same time, and its firepower is far stronger than people's imagination. Forty alchemy cannons can kill more than ten flying dragons in an instant.

It has almost no shortcomings except that it has to turn off and cool down after fighting for more than ten minutes.

Thanks to the warship and the puppet escort, so far there have been no casualties in the holy mountain. Although the people are tired, their foundation has not been damaged.

The cold rain mixed with the cold wind came down, dispelling the stench around the temple, and Guevara, who escorted his colleagues to hold the ceremony, suddenly felt a bit wrong.

The grey island of IDA, where the holy mountain is located, is itself a super large magic array. It can control the weather within a thousand square kilometers and stop the storm. Now, the clouds and rain that cover the holy mountain are all the unnatural magic phenomena raised by the five color dragon people to facilitate the invasion. When the invasion is over, it will stop temporarily.But... Why hasn't it stopped?

"Fifth wave! Prepare to meet the enemy In another temple not far away, there was a roar: "the ceremony will be finished soon! Go through these dozens of seconds! "

"- asshole!" He raised his scepter and gazed up at the fast passing shadows in the sky. The priest's whole body was covered with white spots, and he roared: "it's not over!"

The temple, stained with countless dragon blood, is also full of brilliance. The array of divinities engraved in it echoes the holy light of the priest, forming a translucent barrier.

All over the sky, there are countless crazy flying dragons flying out of the sky. Several real dragons are mixed in and command these dragon beasts without wisdom. Most of the Dragon beasts rushed to the towering holy mountain and the surrounding central temple area, but a small part scattered and rushed to the scattered temples all over the island.

Hundreds of crazy flying dragons swarmed towards the temple guarded by Guevara. The strong priest raised his brow, his Scepter on the ground, and then spread out a circle of light array.

Behind him, a chant about time and space came, and the inexplicable power came from the thirteen shrines, sketching a huge blue door over the western shore.

But Guevara didn't have time to pay attention to the door above his head. He focused all his attention on the ferocious lizards in front of him. The priest seriously controlled the magic array of the whole temple, ready to face the impact.

But the expected shock did not come.

The dark blue door was completely completed at the moment when the Dragon bent over and charged, and a huge ark nearly 200 meters long fell from the sky.

————Boom!!!!

The wounded ark fell to the ground from a height of tens of meters. The impact of the terrible weight made the soil fluctuate like water. Even the crazy flying dragon was scared to make a long cry, and then turned back to the sky to prepare for the next impact.

"The seven gods are on the top. What's the matter?"

The Reverend Mr. Guevara, who had no fear, was shocked to take a breath. He didn't know what the ceremony of his escort was, so he was not prepared for the ark that came down from the sky - not to mention the deep breath on the ark, It made the priest feel uncomfortable.

Holy mountain's own purification ability can easily eliminate the deep breath left on the ark. The order fluctuation brought by the top glow fire also makes Guevara understand that this is a huge ship belonging to the church. He immediately knows that the ceremony he and others are carrying out is to call the ship back to holy mountain.

But now is not the time to think about this. Just when the priest's attention was attracted by the ark and slightly lost his mind, a strong dissimilated dragon saw the right time and dived down from the sky. Its speed surpassed the sound in an instant, bringing a sharp explosion.

The flying dragon's breakthrough is the most difficult attack for them to defend. Its huge body, more than ten meters long, with its own huge mass, is enough to break through most of the shields. Even the golden soldiers should be careful not to lose their balance. With the sound of broken glass, the translucent barrier around the temple will be broken, And the dissimilated flying dragon also rushes to Gewala, who has just reflected.

Between the lightning and flint, the priest's heart was tight. He knew that he was terrible and lucky.

However, a huge steel plate flew across the sky, smashed the flying dragon that had been ten meters in front of Gewala, and then hit the temple wall not far away, giving out a huge roar.

"Eh?"

After blinking, the strong priest suddenly shivered. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the place where the steel plate fell - the half body of the dissimilated flying dragon was still twitching. Half of its body was pressed into meat cakes by the white steel plate and pasted on the wall, and the temple went through many battles without any damage on the solid wall, With it as the center, there are large spider web like cracks, half of the hall is crumbling.

In mid air, hundreds of crazy flying dragons could not help but continue to attack without taking advantage of the chance that the temple barrier was broken. Instead, they flew back in fear and fled, as if there was something terrible ahead. This was the first time that Guevara saw the Dragon beast who had lost his wisdom and showed his fear.

Those dragon beasts did not succeed in escaping. From the broken ark, a black red fighting line suddenly flew out. The line was thick and plain, but the speed was extremely fast. Only a few flashes, most of the flying dragon was split into two by the line, and the dragon's blood gushing body fell straight down to the ground.

In addition, there is a light column composed of holy light rising from the ark to wipe out all the remaining flying dragons. Noticing the abnormal situation in this direction, a large number of flying dragons emerge in the sky, among which there are several real dragons leading the team. They fly quickly to the west of the island, ready to completely empty the scattered temples nearby.But in the middle of the flight, the whole group of dragons turned around. They wandered in the air and did not dare to attack rashly. The leading dragons looked at each other in the air. These intelligent dragons felt a chill.

And just then, a team of people came out of the ark.

Two paladins, a nun, and a soldier with black hair and red eyes.

Joshua looked up at the sky, the wandering dragons and the thunder tearing the clouds. He felt his chin doubtfully: "the Dragon launched a general attack? Not so fast? "

As long as the wuselong are not crazy, they will not besiege the sacred mountain at this time.

But now the situation is really not good. The soldiers stand on the ark and look around. The gray island is full of scattered corpses of wild dragons and a large number of broken parts of puppet guards.

The puppet guard of the church is a kind of powerful magic structure with very low cost. It can be formed spontaneously with only precision forged steel and a magic core. These steel guards are generally human figures. They have the strength of silver and are not afraid of death. They can't be mass produced and can only be made by high-level priests one by one. They have almost no shortcomings.

Now, just where Joshua can see, there are thousands of broken puppet guards, which is equivalent to a year's stock of holy mountain. You know, if there were no orders, the church would not have made so many puppets.

"Holy mountain is trying out with wild dragon."

Saya took a step forward, her whole body lit up a golden light pattern, forming a pair of angel image like a simple stroke, a light aperture floating on the top of the nun's head, accumulating the power of the Holy Light: "it seems that the time is not right for us to come back."

"No, it's just right."

Joshua and the two Paladins on his side looked at each other. He, robzek and loranda showed a wild smile at the same time: "are you rested?"

"You've just fought with mandagar. We should ask you that." The golden Paladin replied faintly that he couldn't help the soldiers in the battle against the crystal magic dragon because of brain eating insects before. Now he is holding a breath, intending to vent: "why don't you have a rest this time, let's get rid of these flying insects."

There is no reply, the soldier is free to wave two times again, coagulate solid fighting spirit across the air to kill several crazy flying dragons.

The next second, he jumped straight up and flew into the sky.

Whoa!

In a flash, the wild dragon group, which was still hovering over the temple and had a wait-and-see attitude, suddenly burst into a mass of blood fog. A flying dragon was completely smashed by an invisible force, and there was no remnant left.

Only the few dragons mixed in the flying dragon can see that it is a dark shadow, which is shuttling through the air rapidly, killing a wild dragon.

At this moment, space and time seemed to solidify, and only one soldier appeared behind dozens of crazy flying dragons like a blink. With one blow, before the terrible waves had time to expand and spread, these flying dragons burst out blood mist, countless purple black dragon blood shot, their scales scattered, and their bodies split into countless wounds, And then it's crushed into meat by Juli.

One hundredth of a second later, the burst of air with the smell of dragon blood turned into a red wind and spread in all directions!

"Very much!"

"Jiyi warrior!"

"What's the matter? How can there be an extra Jiyi fighter?"?! Isn't all the human strongmen on the holy mountain under close surveillance? When did this man appear? "

What makes them collapse is the second and the third holy flash. Robzek and loranda rush into the sky one after another to slaughter the dragon group. The hot light column mixed with the spirit of divine power blows the flying dragon one after another into nothingness. Even a dragon under command is found and killed by two Paladins in a few seconds.

And saya came to the temple, took over the control of the magic array from a dull looking Gewala hand, and began to weave a huge magic array, which bound nearly a hundred flying dragons, pulled them from the sky, fell to the ground, and shook up pieces of earth waves.

"Two great minds! Let's go“ It's not right. Let's go back and look for support! "“ This is an ambush

Under the command of the dragon, the chaotic dragon group turns around in a panic, intending to escape. These frightened dragons fly rapidly, intending to escape from this terrible area as soon as possible.

But before they could escape, two cold lights lit up in the direction of the holy mountain and flew towards the temple on the west side of the island.

In a twinkling, the cold light penetrated the two dragons in mid air, burst out a large blood mist, and then wiped the side of Joshua's body and fell to the ground.Some of the stunned soldiers didn't continue to chase the fleeing dragons. He lowered his head and looked at the place where the light fell. The soldier gazed at them for a while, then showed a smile.

He landed on the ground and walked towards two cold lights.

A huge sword, a huge axe and two weapons that are too big for ordinary people to lift are inserted in the strong stone path of the temple. They vibrate slightly, as if they are calling their master.

"Killing the weak is not my favorite battle. It's always the same kind of killing."

He stepped forward and lifted up the sword and axe. Joshua held the handle of the sword and axe tightly in his right hand and left hand, and said softly to his long lost weapons: "will you be tired of it?"

"Of course not."

The young girl's voice is tacit at the same time reply.

"As long as it's with the master, no matter what the battle is, it's OK."