Chapter 810 Ceasefire Negotiations
Pegasus flying in the sky, silver armor and white robes, like a knight stepping out of a shrine icon, just like the legendary Saint George, carrying the divine glory on his shoulders, resolutely embarked on the journey to slay the dragon.
In legendary novels, such brave characters, no matter how disparate the power between the enemy and ourselves are, will often overcome obstacles, go through hardships, slay the dragon, and save the princess.
But reality is not a legendary novel. The heroes who slay dragons are not facing those dragon beasts that only have thin blood and their fighting power is not much stronger than the beasts.
"Father in heaven, may the knights of St. George be victorious and slay the dragon."
"In the name of the Father, in the name of St. George, may we return victorious."
Countless British soldiers knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.
The Paladin, who had high hopes and everyone's attention was on him, had already sprouted sharp bone spurs from the dragon-shooting crossbow he was holding in his hand. The bone spurs were pierced into his flesh and blood, continuously absorbing the holy brilliance from his body. .
He gritted his teeth and endured the torture of this dragon-slaying sacred weapon, urging Pegasus to get closer.
The closer he got, the more oppressive he could feel the dragon's rugged body like a mountain.
No, it's not just the oppression caused by the size, but also the strong divine power. It is a divine power that is completely different from the pagan evil gods he once killed with his own hands, as if the whole world is crawling under it. feet.
Is such a terrifying dragon really something he can challenge?
The Pegasus began to stop moving forward. This highly spiritual holy beast was also afraid of the pressure of the demonic dragon. No matter how many times the paladin on its back urged it, it did not dare to come any closer.
"Heh, let's decide the winner here."
There was a wry smile under the paladin's mask. He picked up the small and exquisite hand crossbow in his hand. As the blood in his body, the holy light was absorbed by it. This small crossbow, which was originally quite delicate, also expanded to more than two meters. long.
At the right time, the demon dragon's mountain-sized head suddenly turned around.
The two eyes that looked like the sun and the moon looked at him simultaneously.
The aura of the Shooting Dragon Crossbow was all too familiar to Lothar. Even if it was covered with a strong layer of holy light, it still could not be concealed from Lothar's perception, who regarded the Shooting Dragon Crossbow as his exclusive artifact.
The moment the demon dragon glanced at him, the paladin seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. The lining of his armor was soaked in the blink of an eye. If he hadn't been using it as a Holy Glory and his will was strong enough, he would have turned around and ran away.
"Magic dragon, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Don't let me bow to you!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, and all the holy light and blood in his body were drained out in an instant, and his whole body became withered and broken: "Praise the Heavenly Father, praise the Queen, praise the United Kingdom - go to hell, magic dragon!"
boom--
Accompanied by countless harsh dragon roars, countless vicious dragon souls surrounded by a golden arrow soared into the sky from the crossbow machine.
"pretty!"
"The dragon will never be able to dodge this attack!"
"Heavenly Father, the Knight of Essex is a true knight. Heavenly Father will definitely bless these righteous men and achieve the final victory!"
The paladin burned his own life, and the ignited arrow was like a dazzling sun, and it hit the huge body of the demon dragon.
In an instant, the holy flame enveloped the demon dragon.
"Hit!"
"I hit it. It's the Ottomans' dragon-slaying weapon. The dragon will definitely die!"
The magic dragon has become the focus of countless people's eyes. Both sides hope that they can win, as if this arrow has become the key to determining the success or failure of this battle. Only Lothar himself, he did not even hide from the beginning to the end.
No one understands the power of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow better than him.
Having lost the original matching arrows, he, who has the blood of a giant dragon, uses the exclusive artifact that has been bound to him to shoot the dragon crossbow, and uses its power to hit himself, which will break a layer of skin at most. It can be repaired in a flash.
He is not a dragon!
Not to mention the paladin in front of me.
Burning life sounds decisive, but it is just a handful of firewood. Even if it is burned out in an instant, he can still easily extinguish the flames.
After the holy flame subsided, the demon dragon stretched out his unscathed body again, his cold eyes filled with humanized sarcasm: "If you see with your own eyes the trump card you have high hopes for, this is the effect, will you? Will it be easier to recognize reality?”
The paladin held on for a breath and held the dragon crossbow in his hand tightly. His face was full of despair and disbelief. Soon, Lothar's dragon roar was shattered into dust in the sky.
The British soldiers who originally had the last glimmer of hope suddenly lost all their courage. But it was easy for them to come, but it was difficult for them to leave. The bridges made of ice were blown up, and countless soldiers galloped across the grassland, firing without missing a beat. The Texas cowboys shot the deserters who had their backs turned.
The city turned into a bloody killing field.
Invaders are always the most disgusting, if not for Giuliano's urgent order, ordering them to be left alive. With their escape route cut off, there are still tens of thousands of British soldiers left, who are expected to be massacred.
As for the spellcasters, airships, and clergy in the sky, they were also trapped in Fulin's space blockade.
The majestic giant dragon flew over with its wings waving, but its breath was oppressive, making them feel as if they had a mountain on their heads, and they could no longer breathe smoothly.
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"Surrender, or die."
The will of the dragon swept away, bringing unquestionable oppression. In such a situation, except for those fanatical paladins, almost no one continued to persist and chose to surrender.
"Flynn, control them."
Lothar flapped his wings and flew up to the airships hanging high in the air.
His expression was slightly cold, and he had the urge to directly open his mouth and spit out dragon flames to sweep down all these airships.
But he knew very well that in a rage, it would be refreshing to destroy all these British spellcasters and airships, but it would not be a smart choice for Texas to fight to the death with the British.
On the contrary, holding these captives and war machines in hand is the capital for negotiating with the British.
At that time, whether it is exchanging for ransom or making political exchanges with the enemy, these are all bargaining chips.
"I will give you one minute to immediately land the airship at the designated location and come out of it to surrender."
The dragon did not speak, but the voice appeared in the ears of every air force soldier at the same time.
Colonel Brown in the command room of the London just smiled bitterly and picked up the communicator: "Follow the instructions of Mr. Magic Dragon."
"Colonel, don't we ask the Marshal for instructions?"
Colonel Brown sneered and glanced at his adjutant: "We have fought to the last moment. Facing an invincible enemy, blindly provoking is not bravery but stupidity."
It's easy to ask the Marshal for instructions, but what if the Marshal disagrees to surrender?
Idiot!
Colonel Brown labeled his adjutant in his mind and took off his military cap: "Get ready and surrender to our opponents."
In the British camp.
A group of German military officers and advisers have come together.
They didn't come here on their own initiative, but Marshal Julian sent someone to invite them.
The main forces on the front line have surrendered. No matter how unwilling he is, he knows that if he insists on his own way, he will probably be shot by his soldiers.
"Respected Captain Conrad, as you can see, due to the Empire's insufficient deployment of troops in the New World, we are temporarily at a disadvantage in this war. I wonder what you think?"
The proud Imperial Marshal had to lower his head at this time.