Chapter 435 Angels and Demons

The size of the black dragon is so huge that wherever it sets foot, it immediately turns into scorched earth.

Soldiers crushed to death by it, whether enemy or friendly, were all reduced to charcoal.

It's so close!

This kind of terrifying monster can only be seen in myths and legends. Its terrifying sense of oppression made the mount under Derem's crotch collapse to the ground, with feces and urine flowing out.

Derem's eyes were full of fear.

The moment the demonic dragon crashed down, more than half of the tribesmen who joined the army with him were burnt to charcoal along with their mounts. Only those who were farther away were spared for the time being.

The strong fear turned into anger at this moment. Derem roared and raised the iron spear in his hand, throwing it out with all his strength, like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

As soon as the iron spear touched the fire dragon's body, it instantly burned into a ball of fire.

The spearhead turned into a ball of molten iron, fell into the gaps between the scales on the fire dragon's body, and flowed all the way to the ground.

The dragon didn't even look at him.

Behind him, there was the sound of horse hooves.

Derem turned around and saw Knight Ulm riding his mount, running towards him quickly. Ulm grabbed his collar and dragged him onto his mount: "Retreat, follow my order, stay away from this beast." monster."

Above the head, the gargoyle flew towards the dragon, flapping its broad stone wings.

The demon dragon raised its head impatiently, and its thick neck like a python suddenly twisted its back and chewed the stone activated by blood magic into crumbs in one bite.

But how could such a monster full of blood magic die so easily.

There was just a muffled sound, and blood magic full of corrosive energy exploded from its mouth.

The fire dragon let out an angry roar.

The continuous humiliation had already driven the dragon into a violent state. It no longer ignored the harassment of the remaining gargoyles and aimed at Lothar, spitting out flames from its mouth.

boom!

A black shield lay between Lothar and the dragon.

The ghost-faced relief above let out a wail of pain. This level of dragon flames was simply more terrifying than the tyrannical dragon blessed by the volcano's divinity.

"Blow the horn and retreat!"

Lothar shouted at the top of her lungs.

He possesses volcanic divinity and can survive the dragon's fire, but the cavalry under his command cannot do the same.

The blazing dragon flames, even if they were completely blocked by the shield in Prajna's hand, still caused the temperature to suddenly rise to a level that even the Saracen cavalry, who had adapted to the desert climate, could hardly muster any desire to fight.

The cavalrymen wrapped in iron armor felt as if they had been thrown into a steamer. They were sweating like rain, and even breathing became much more difficult.

The two armies did not care about fighting anymore and retreated one after another.

The Crusader cavalry ran all the way back to the hillside nearly a kilometer away before they had the courage to see the scene behind them.

Lothar was seen riding the giant horse with a shoulder height of two meters, holding a shining silver cross sword, standing facing the dragon's flames.

"Father, can the Marquis really defeat such a terrifying monster?"

Jeanna vibrated the light wings behind her and stopped in front of the demon dragon. The sacred golden light illuminated it, making Shemaier behind it subconsciously narrow his eyes.

At this moment, Jeanne has completely transformed into a divine body.

Behind her, she could vaguely see light wings spread out like haloes. It was unclear how many pairs of wings there were, and her eyes were almost filled with the blazing light.

Her flesh and blood body has been completely replaced by the holy light.

In this state, Jeanne is fully capable of engaging in a head-on spell confrontation with a powerful spellcaster like Anna who has half a foot in the legendary realm.

But the state of the sacred body is also extremely dangerous. Once Jeanna's holy power is exhausted, the holy flames of the sacred body will use Jeanna herself as firewood, burning out the terrifying combat power that will kill the enemy.

She raised her hand, and a golden glow of more than ten meters long stretched out from the tip of the holy spear: "Prajna, protect me, sir, and leave this guy to me."

Prajna's slender white fingers clenched the shield that had been burned into red. She frowned and swore a rare curse word, causing the angelic female knight to burst into laughter.

"Okay, I know it's nonsense, but not saying anything in this situation really doesn't fit with my sense of beauty."

After Jeanna finished speaking, the smile on her face quickly faded.

She looked at the scorched corpses everywhere, including many familiar faces, but at the moment they could only be like firewood, igniting clusters of flames, or turned into dehydrated mummies, their limbs twisted and lying on the way to escape.

"Meet the judgment, dragon!"

The tip of the spear moved upwards, pointing directly at the fire dragon's head.

The fire dragon also felt the threat, and with the violence in its eyes, it didn't hesitate at all, and directly raised its head and aimed its dragon flames at Jeanne.

Roger of the Knights Hospitaller crossed himself on his chest, his eyes full of piety and wonder: "The scene in front of me reminds me of Gabriel's appearance when he was fighting the dragon Satan. Perhaps... Captain Jeanne It’s Gabriel.”

It is recorded in the Book of Revelation that during the Last Judgment, angels fought against seven dragons wearing seven crowns. The dragons mentioned here are the ancient snake Satan who tempted Adam and Eve to fall in the Bible.

"Knight Commander Jeanne...is she an angel?"

"It must be so. God sent down his angels to fight for His Son and defeat the pagan army raising the dragon."

The more Roger spoke, the more excited he became: "A heaven on earth spanning the Fertile Crescent and Egypt is about to be born - Gerald, this is God's will. We are so lucky to witness such a magnificent miracle."

Gerald looked a little confused: "Jeanna is an angel?"

Christianity and Judaism in this era had a significantly different understanding of the image of angels than the image of handsome men and beautiful women with a pair or several pairs of swan wings in later generations.

In the Old Testament, the image of angels is as follows: they are human-like, each with four faces and four wings.

Their legs were straight, and the soles of their feet were like the hooves of a calf, and they were as bright as bright bronze.

Under the four wings there were human hands. The faces and wings of these four living creatures are like this: their wings are connected to each other, and they do not turn around when walking, but they all go straight forward.

As for the shape of the faces: each one has a human face in front, each has a lion's face on the right, each has an ox's face on the left, and each has an eagle's face behind. Each one spreads its two upper wings to meet each other, and each covers its body with its lower two wings.

Looking at this description, it has nothing to do with "beautiful". Instead, it is quite weird in Chinese and Russian mythology.

However, there are also angels like Gabriel in the Bible who often appear in human form.

Therefore, the monks in the seminary generally believe that angels have the ability to incarnate all things, and their own shapes are not fixed. They can be either male or female, they can be strange monsters, or they can be unparalleledly handsome men and women.

Therefore, it is obvious that Jeanne is an angel in human form like Gabriel.

"It turns out that the knight Jeanne beside the Marquis is actually the incarnation of an angel..."

"With such sacred light bathing us, even the pain of being burned by that demonic dragon has been alleviated a lot."

"Angels are serving him. Is the Marquis really the Son of God who has descended into the mortal world?"

Even Leonard, who was demoted to a baron, looked a little shaken - he is the Holy Son. He is actually the Holy Son?

How can this be?

Could it be that the Son of God was also responsible for a despicable murder?

No, absolutely impossible!

He is a liar!

He and his evil witches, who even had poison in their hair, concocted a scam to deceive the entire world.

"Gerald, he is a liar, right?"

He suddenly turned around, trying to regain some confidence from his former close allies, but happened to see the ally he had high hopes for, kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly.

Plop——

Baron Argon knelt down next to him. This vassal who had been very unhappy with him and Lothar's loyal "bastard", at this moment, his face was filled with remorse and he said: "I doubt that Knight Commander Jeanne has the right to keep the Holy Spear. , is my sin, Heavenly Father, please forgive your ignorant but loyal believers!"

Leonard looked at Lothar in the distance with some confusion.

Facing the radiant Lothar, there was the angelic Jeanne, and the terrifying dragon opposite them.

"I"

"Am I really wrong?"