Chapter 185 Sacrifice

"They will all die if they want to keep us!" The silver dragon roared, and its breath surged out, directly overturning a Balrog holding a flaming battle ax high.

"Ang!" In the painful dragon's roar, a scarlet wound appeared with flying flames, and the hot dragon's blood spilled into the raging river.

"Seeking death!" Osbaiya waved the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant and opened a whip of flames. He felt infinitely aggrieved. After all, his human power seemed a bit insignificant in the battle between the giant beasts...

"Broken Army!" The golden Ten Thousand Dragons chanted with great rays of light, and the war energy flames compressed into the thickness of an arm turned into a spear light and stabbed out fiercely.

"Roar!" Following the deafening roar of a Balrog, the gun light exploded on its body, and half of his shoulders and arms were blown away.

"Die! Damn lizard! Damn bastard!" The injured Balrog's eyes were scarlet, and he threw out the flame whip in his hand desperately.

"Bang!" A clear voice sounded, and fine cracks on the surface of the dragon shield in Osbaia's hand quietly crawled around - the shield was about to break!

"Damn it!" Before Osbaia could react, the solid dragon shield in his hand exploded under the constant blows of the Balrogs.

"Hoo~" A harsh sound broke through the air, and Osbaiya was horrified to find a red phantom rushing towards him through the flying shield fragments.

"It's over!" Osbaiya's ghost emerged. Without the shield to stop him, he no longer had the ability to turn the slender dragon spear to block the swift attack.

"Ang!" The silver dragon's shrill dragon roar interrupted the sluggish Osbaiya, and he saw that his dragon actually raised a dragon wing to hold the shocking blow. As a price...the front part of the wing bone had already It was cut into two parts.

"Asshole! You deserve to die!" Osbaiya roared angrily after watching his dragon fall from a low altitude and become an army.

"Osbaia! Leave here immediately! I will send you out! We can't all die here! Take my reverse scale to Dragon Island... to avenge me!" The silver dragon looked nervously at the surrounding Balrogs. He fiercely used his dragon claws to tear off a piece of silver dragon scale that grew in reverse from his chest, and after that was the dragon's heart!

The reverse scales fall off, and they will not stop until they die!

"No! Don't! My brother!" Osbaiya burst into tears as he resisted the huge dragon force pushing him outwards.

"Those we can't defeat... let's go! Don't die in vain!" The silver dragon, which had lost its ability to fly and jump in space, looked at Osbaiya sadly. Now he was no longer the noble space elf of the dragon tribe. The difference in numbers was already there. You can let him fall.

"Knights will not abandon their comrades! Humans will not abandon their allies!" Osbaiya roared wildly and smashed a flaming battle ax that was swung at them with the Ten Thousand Dragons Chanting. The Balrog looked at it in awe. He retreated dozens of meters with the artifact in his hand, the fighting spirit in his body surged, and soon a new battle ax was condensed.

"Roar!" The angry silver dragon leaned down, shook his head, and splashed out the torrent of dragon's breath in a fan shape.

"Now! Immediately! Leave immediately!" The silver dragon said in a deep voice after forcing back at least three Balrogs.

"For our lost glory!"

"We walked the earth with mercy!"

"Salute to those knights with righteous hearts!"

"We fight for the loyalty of humanity!"

"Love the world with a holy heart!"

"We have defended Middle-earth with shields in hand!"

"We brave the dark abyss!"

“Bury our nobility deep in humility!”

"I will eventually sacrifice for the human race with honor!"

glory! mercy! justice! loyalty! Fraternity! guard! brave! humble! sacrifice! The nine-colored halo appeared on his body along with Osbaia's passionate singing. The nine rhythmic halos were so thrilling and so tear-jerking... Every knight can fight across the ranks precisely because of this final The halo of sacrifice!

"You...you're crazy!" Silver Dragon felt the heart-stopping terrifying aura on his back, which was a power that surpassed the peak of the sixth level.

"Tell me! What is above the sixth level..." The hoarse voice sounded like it came from hell, but the breath was as holy as heaven!

"Holy Sword! Judgment!" Osbaiya, whose body was cracked every inch, grabbed his left hand in the air, and the shadow of a silver holy sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Osbaiya's eyes filled with blood and tears revealed a touch of disdain. Then press hard!

"boom!"

The sky is broken! A thousand-meter-long silver holy sword fell straight down and thrust towards the Balrogs!

"Ouch!" With a shrill wail, as the silver light in the sky dissipated, the injured Balrog had disappeared, leaving only a red heart of Balrog floating in the huge pit that was a hundred meters deep. Half a meter above the ground, this is the last evidence of Balrog's existence.

"So you will die too..." Osbaiya coughed out a mouthful of dark red blood and wiped his mouth casually.

"Osbaia, you..." The silver dragon's huge dragon eyes were filled with tears. He understood that the moment when the halo of sacrifice rose, it was the most glorious moment in a knight's life, and it was also the moment that was about to end...

"Why..." Silver Dragon's voice trembled, and the connected person and dragon made him understand what his knight was thinking.

"I'm sorry, this is not your battle...I'm sorry for involving you...As for Nilin...you'd better pretend...go back to Dragon Island and take care of yourself...you've done enough for me. It's..." Osbaiya said intermittently while lying on the dragon's saddle, vomiting blood.

"There are... 3 more..." The three fiery red figures that appeared after the smoke cleared were so clear in Osbaia's gradually blurred eyes!

"Let's go! Astor! Go back to Dragon Island! Leave humans! Leave Middle-earth! Don't come back... This is not your battlefield!" Osbaiya, who struggled to get off the dragon saddle, faced the man behind him. The comrades who have fought side by side for hundreds of years roared heart-breakingly.

Looking at the knight whose eyes were blurred by the blood bursting out of his own wound, the silver dragon Astor gently leaned over and saluted, and he gave up the battlefield to him! This is his glory! This is his war! This is his hometown!

"Thank you..." Osbaiya, who was supporting the Ten Thousand Dragons Sing, murmured in a low voice and then limped towards the Balrogs. He didn't have much time...

"Roar!" A roar that didn't sound like a human voice came from Osbaia's mouth.

"This blow... the gods apologize!" Osbaiya's dragon spear, full of fighting spirit, swung.

"Using the Dragon to Funeral the Sky!" The dragon cavalry commander's strongest attack shot through the air, and a silver dragon condensed with fighting spirit swooped towards the Balrogs.

The violent shock wave crazily tore apart everything within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. Whether it was huge ancient trees or rolling hills, they were torn into pieces, and the entire land became a vast impact plain! This is already the terrifying destructive power that the Divine Forbidden Curse can cause!

"With a mortal body... comparable to the gods!" The silver dragon Astor's dragon eyes shrank into a slit, and he actually felt the aura of God in his knight! That strike actually contained a touch of divine power, which was different from the divine power of the sacred weapon Wanlong Fan Chan, but the divine power born from Osbaia's body.

"No... no..." Astor whined helplessly. He actually felt the newborn godhead in Osbaia's body!

"I'm sorry, old friend..." Osbaiya threw himself to the ground and turned into a point of light before he finished speaking...

"Aang!" A long and sad dragon roar resounded throughout the north that day...

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