Chapter 809: Anglo-Saxon Despair

Some people still couldn't believe the scene in front of them and looked around: "Where are William and Sir Louis? And where are the Holy Shield Knights? They should have left in the teleportation array, right?"

The leader of the team, the Royal Mage, shook his head and said: "No one can teleport through space under that kind of powerful dragon flame."

The atmosphere became more oppressive.

Someone exclaimed: "In other words, they are all dead? Impossible, that is a whole team of Holy Shield Knights. Even the King's Shield Guards, with the same number of people, their defense power will not be much stronger than them!"

"Yes, it's impossible. The two of them are said to be the most promising spellcasters in this century to enter the legendary field. How could they just disappear?"

Not only did the death of two great figures with high status and who had never looked at them seriously chill the hearts of the royal mages, but what was even more frightening was the terrifying resilience shown by the demonic dragon. After a while, it was restored as before.

How to fight this?

In the sky, there were no fewer than two hundred people including paladins, priests, and spellcasters. At this time, there was a feeling that the enemy was the one with more people.

The pole was still flying over Fort Wolf. The Lone Star flag, which was originally scheduled to be removed today, was still flying high. Instead, there were Union Jack flags burning in the flames of war.

At this time, the huge beast comparable to the London was also slowly fluttering its wings.

This time, no one thinks that its slow flight speed is a moving target. Although it flies slowly, the pressure it brings is like the footsteps of the god of death. It is getting closer and closer, but there is no trace of it. Nowhere to escape.

"Long live! Praise the great Dragon God!"

"Praise Mr. Lothar, praise the Guardian Dragon God!"

In the mountain city, the Texans cheered and cheered, and many ordinary people knelt on the ground with pious faces, dedicating their faith to the body of the dragon.

The demon dragon seemed to respond and let out a melodious neigh.

"grown ups?"

Fulin, who was standing in the sky above the mountain city, had some difficulty in distinguishing the existence of this huge demonic dragon, so she tentatively said hello.

The demon dragon tilted its head slightly, nodded humanely, and then opened its huge mouth covered with rock-colored fangs. The terrifying dragon flames were brewing in its mouth.

Fulin immediately understood, and with some joy in her heart, she turned all the power of the blood magic array into a binding force, which was bound to catch all the ships and extraordinary beings flying in mid-air.

I can't help but feel a little arrogant in my heart. To this day, I am the only one who is still qualified to fight alongside you.

Halfway up the mountain, Cerinina was bandaging Valentina.

One of her arms was hit by the enemy's holy weapon and was almost completely charred, so she had to amputate it. Anyway, with the resilience of the wolf clan, a new one could be grown soon.

At this time, the two of them, as well as dozens of Saluzzo assassins, were all looking up at the new dragon that appeared in the sky. The sense of oppression it brought was simply too strong, as if the mountains were its domain. The world must obey its will.

This legendary ancient dragon can be called a natural disaster-level ferocious beast in any era.

Valentina's defense was somewhat broken: "Okay, thanks to our hard work, I didn't expect you to hide such a strong trump card. You should have taken it out earlier. Maybe the British people will not even have the confidence to continue fighting?"

"I don't recognize it"

Cherinina was a little hesitant. The aura of this newly appeared dragon was both strange and familiar to her.

"It's okay if I don't recognize it. I thought it was also a form of Lothar. That would be terrible."

Valentina let out a sigh of relief, recalling that when the two of them were competing, she clearly had the upper hand. But when she came to the New World, she realized that this kid had countless trump cards.

"But I have a gut feeling that he is the adult."

Although Cherinina was just guessing, her tone was firm.

The smile on Valentina's face froze, and then she asked: "By the way, are you still recruiting people at Babel Tower? I don't ask for the same treatment as you, as long as Lothar helps our Saluzzo family win a It’s a territory about the same size as Texas, and I’ll give him a warm bed.”

Cherinina couldn't help but open her mouth slightly. Before she could speak, she saw Valentina stretched out a finger to cover it up: "Don't worry, I'm joking. I have no interest in using the same words as my good sisters." root."

The assassins of the Saluzzo family suddenly burst into good-natured laughter, but they were actually quite disappointed in their hearts. It is said that the beauty of their own lady is not inferior to that of the Basilicata family. They all wanted to persuade their young ladies to accept the treatment.

Admiral George, who had just led his men to repel the Saluzzo assassins and was looking at the magic dragon appearing in the sky with some confusion, suddenly saw the correspondent striding towards him: "This is a communication from His Majesty the Marshal!"

He took the communicator numbly, and what came from the other side was the violent voice of Marshal Julian: "Admiral George, have you seen that dragon?"

"Of course, Your Majesty Marshal."

"Then why don't you use the dragon slayers around you?"

"But the dragon-shooting crossbow has lost its arrows, Your Excellency Marshal."

Marshal Julian emphasized his tone: "Try again."

"Are you sure?"

General George couldn't help but persuade: "Have you forgotten how much we paid to kill the red and black tyrant? Even if the artifact given by the Ottomans can really work again, can we still Can you afford such a price again?”

While speaking, he could not help looking at the messy artillery position: "Do you know how many people we have died? It's only been half a day!"

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"Do you have any advice?"

Admiral George could hear the chill and anger in the other party's tone, but he still said firmly: "Let's stop fighting. We lost. Now it is most important to strive for a decent result. The Texans have proved that they are qualified to own this mineral vein and have a place in the New World."

"No, impossible!"

Marshal Julian roared angrily. After he took over the expeditionary force, he not only lost the Iron Duke, a banner figure of the empire, but also lost many soldiers and generals. Repeated requests for help have never worked.

Including today, two great nobles of the empire who are respected, talented, and may become legendary masters in the future have died.

Such a result is already a disastrous defeat, and it was a disastrous defeat in front of the allies. Even if Germany and the Empire are indispensable to each other and are destined to stand together, there are many details worth negotiating about who is dominant and who is a vassal. What to rely on? Isn't it based on strength?

If the news of the disastrous defeat is passed back and he makes peace with the Texans, he may not even have the chance to be exiled to the New World, and he will be directly court-martialed.

The angry marshal no longer cares about the dignity of the nobles, and curses at the other end of the communication: "George, do you think you can stay out of it if I go to the military court? I don't intend to repeat my order again! Either do what I say, or you are delaying the military opportunity!"

"Then, as you wish."

George sighed deeply, he looked at a paladin beside him, he was the so-called dragon slayer, the one who used the dragon crossbow before had died, and now he was the new replacement.

His existence was originally just a precaution. Almost no one, including Admiral George, believed that Texans had dragons.

Admiral George looked at the dragon slayer: "I'm sorry."

The dragon slayer drew a cross on his chest and said with a smile: "Mr. Admiral, you don't have to feel guilty about me. This is the sacred mission given to me by God. The dragon will surrender. God bless the empire and God bless the queen."

"God bless the queen."

Admiral George returned a salute somewhat insincerely, and then he saw the paladin holding the dragon crossbow in his hand, riding a Pegasus without looking back, and flew into the clouds.

Standing in the same place, Admiral George, who had been standing still for a long time, seemed to have turned into a sculpture.

Ha.

He looked around, and the young soldiers who were killed by the white crystal grenade and cut their throats by the wolf assassins fell to the ground with their buttocks - Colonel Brown was actually right. This war should not have been fought from the beginning.

It should not have been fought even if it was won.

After the Boer War, the empire actually acquired a lot of gold mines and land, but on paper it still suffered huge losses because all the profits were taken by the nobles and capitalists.

Even if Texas was conquered, what would these young soldiers who shed blood and sacrificed their lives and were full of vigor and vitality get?