The outcome of the battle in the air was decided at this moment. Silver Dragon Mithril's body was not at an advantage to begin with, and the injuries from before had seriously affected her speed. After being hit repeatedly, she finally could not hold on any longer, and her movements were obviously delayed for a moment. The huge black dragon took the opportunity to swing her tail from above and hit Mithril's waist. Mithril let out a cry and fell from the sky with wounds all over her body. She crashed to the ground, and her huge body flattened several streets in an instant. At that moment, Graystone Town seemed to let out a cry of pain. The ground sank layer by layer in all directions, and the houses collapsed one after another.
The falling Mithril pushed forward on the ground, and the remaining momentum did not dissipate. Large and small buildings were crushed under her body, and half of Graystone Town was destroyed like a bulldozer. She was about to reach the street where Roves' compass was located.
Erouine's envoy group, who was preparing to move, felt the world collapse. Everyone lost their footing and fell to the ground. Amidst the chaos and screams, the people near the windows watched in despair as a shadow pressed down on them. The scene looked very much like a tsunami, except that it was replaced by a broad silver back. Rows of houses collapsed under the back of this back, and then they were sucked in. When the last row of buildings collapsed, the shadow of death was almost in front of them.
The nobles panicked and left the buildings like ants, fleeing in all directions. But how could they be faster than a falling dragon? Running away was just to delay the time of death for a moment.
A terrifying creaking sound came from the house. One of the walls had completely collapsed under the pressure. Ynide, who was under the wall, was already scared stiff. This Count's daughter stood there in a daze. She even forgot to dodge when she saw this scene.
"Ynide, dodge!" Eugenie shouted.
The latter was indifferent.
Metisha rushed out at the critical moment.
"Wings of Spirituality!" She shouted, and a grayish-white net spread out from both sides of her body. The flashing hexagonal structure formed the shape of wings. The Silver Elven princess clenched her teeth and waved, and the tips of the wings on both sides bent towards the middle, blocking the collapsing wall in front of Ynide. The wall was smashed into pieces, and the ground rumbled. In an instant, Mithril's back broke through the wall and collided with Metisha's wings.
Metisha let out a whimper. She had indirectly blocked the power of the Black Dragon Malthus, which came from the full power of the Sage. Even though much of it had dissipated, it was still not something her law could withstand. The moment the wings supported Mithril's body, the hexagonal structure immediately began to bend and deform, and then revealed white cracks.........................
............ the Fire of the Soul........................
"Argh!"
Ynide seemed to have just woken up. "Metisha!" The count's daughter shouted in panic.
At this time, a second person finally rushed out. It was Eke. "Miss Metisha, let me help you!" Then the White Lion Knights, followed by Marjory, the deputy commander of the Summer Solstice Knight Regiment, Bloomfield, and the rest of the Summer Solstice Knights. Everyone rushed up and used all their strength to block Mithril's back. But other than Bloomfield, the strength of humans was so weak in front of a battle of this level that everyone was sent flying.
"Nia!" Dilferi's forehead was full of cold sweat. She reminded loudly, "Hold me!"
"Miss, you can't …"
Dilferi had already put her hand on her chest. Dark spells flashed on her snow-white arm one after another. She reached out and pointed at the broad back of the silver dragon. Black flames seemed to burn from her chest. It burned fiercely and formed the upper body of a huge demon. The demon howled and waved its arms, pushing Mithril's back heavily. The power of this blow was so strong that even the silver wall trembled slightly. It was a spell, Banuk's Claw. This demonic spell could instantly summon the power of the seventh Lord of the Sulfur River, Banuk, the King of the Blackfire Abyss. But like all other demonic spells, the backlash was just as strong. Dilferi was already weak, and now she vomited blood and fainted directly.
Her spell finally worked. Metisha's pressure was relieved a little, and she finally had time to cast a spell.
"Inspire!"
The Planeswalker's law was activated. Bright white light rose from everyone nearby. Metisha's broken wings were about to solidify in this white light, and Mithril's momentum finally slowed down.
"Just a little more!" Eke shouted loudly.
The Silver Elf princess could only tremble. The power of the dragon seemed to be endless, and it made her feel almost hopeless.
At this time, a hand appeared beside her out of thin air. The hand gently pressed on the silver dragon's back, and the whole space seemed to tremble slightly. Countless silver lines spread out from the point of contact between the hand and the silver dragon's back. These lines intertwined with each other and shone faintly, forming a huge net. Mithril crashed into the net, and at that moment, a sharp wind formed into a sharp whistling sound. The silver net shone with a dazzling light, but that was all. Everyone was surprised to see Mithril slowly come to a stop.
Metisha completely relaxed the moment she saw the hand. It was as if all the strength in her body had been sucked out. Her body went limp, and she almost fell to her knees. Before she fell, a hand supported her, and then Brando's face appeared in her vision. The latter looked at the sky with a cold face, and then looked down at the little princess who was summoned by him.
"My lord …" The Silver Elf princess was so weak that she could barely speak.
"Didn't I ask you to leave early?" Brando looked at Metisha's injuries with some heartache, but more than that, he was angry.
"But Miss Roman, she …"
"She's fine." Brando interrupted her and said, "Come, let's take the others and leave this place first."
Metisha was slightly stunned. She saw a hamster standing on Brando's shoulder. The hamster's appearance was very ordinary, but the breath of the soul was very familiar. She widened her eyes and said, "White Mist! How did you become like this?! "
White Mist snorted softly, obviously disdaining to answer the question.
Seeing White Mist, Metisha knew that Roman was probably out of danger. White Mist was most likely a messenger. She sighed in relief and nodded weakly to Brando. Regarding Metisha's condition, Brando frowned. He held the little princess and asked softly, "Can you still stand in your current condition?"
Metisha's face was slightly red. The Fire of the Soul in her body was quite serious. This was similar to a living person who had exhausted their physical strength, but she still nodded gently.
Brando sighed and said, "Don't try to be brave."
After saying that, he bent down and put his hand through the little princess's knees and directly carried her up. Metisha immediately raised her head and smiled at Brando who was holding her: "Thank you, my lord."
"You're much more generous than Amandina." Brando said in surprise.
"After all, I am the commander of the Silver Elves, my lord." Metisha said in her heart. She was starting to feel very tired. She gently leaned her head on her lord's chest and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Brando looked at the Silver Elven girl in his arms and sighed. He told Metisha that he would take the others away, but that was only a consolation. The battle between the two dragons had completely destroyed Graystone Town. Now that they had nowhere to hide, they could only hope that the Silver Dragon would continue to attract Malthus's attention. But lying in the ruins, Mithril tried to stand up a few times, but in the end, she fell back down heavily. Malthus looked down at Graystone Town coldly from the sky. Noticing the puny humans below, he did not want to do it himself. He only signaled for the Ridge Dragons to circle down and surround the pitiful creatures in his eyes.
Brando saw this scene and felt that he was unlucky. He thought of a way to escape while he had Cooper gather the nobles of Cruz. He also had Eke bring the injured away first. He turned around and unsheathed his sword at the same time as Maynild, facing the dragons in the sky.
These dragons were nothing to him, but he knew how prideful dragons were. Malthus might not want to deal with them personally, but he would not let them escape. It was not hard to imagine how difficult it would be to escape under the watchful eyes of an adult dragon.
There was only one thing he could do now. He subconsciously looked at the wounded silver dragon Mithril.
"Human, we need to work together." At this moment, a voice sounded in their minds.
Brando was a little surprised. He did not expect Mithril to have the same idea as him. In his impression, the pride of the dragons would not allow them to lower themselves like this. He looked up and met Mithril's gaze. There was a gentle light in the silver dragon's mercury-like eyes.
Mithril was covered in blood. The scales on her back and wings were a mess of flesh and blood. She panted heavily and said softly, "Malthus will not let you go, human. Help me buy some time. As long as I can fly, I can find a way to lure him away."
Buy time? Brando was a little confused. He looked up at Malthus. That was a dragon. His teacher Mephisto might be able to do it, but he was not even enough to fill the gap between Malthus' teeth.
"I don't think I can do it, esteemed lady." Brando could only answer honestly.
Mithril shook her head and suddenly said, "No, I think you can do it. I have seen the same power as you in someone. About a thousand years ago, I saw that person in the Silver Sea. At that time, he was just a young wizard among the Bugas. Do you know who he is now?"
Brando of course knew who that person was. That name was probably known by everyone in Wohnde. He did not expect the dragon lady to compare him to that person. He did not know if it was a compliment.
In the sky, a swarm of dragons was flying in their direction.
"I really can't buy time for you, esteemed lady. This is not a game I can participate in." Brando shook his head. As he spoke, he took out a strange dial from his pocket. "But I think there is room for us to work together."
"The Elapsing Needle!" Mithril exclaimed. "You really didn't misjudge me —"
Brando looked at the sky. "Now there is another problem. The Elapsing Needle can only accelerate me and the creatures or objects I come into contact with. How do I get to your side without attracting that guy's attention? It's better to be fast. My people can't stop those dragons."
"That's easy." Mithril replied. She moved slightly on the ruins, and her huge wings drooped down to cover Brando.
"I can only accelerate time for you for about five minutes. Is that enough, esteemed lady?" Brando did some calculations. If he carried Mithril with him for five minutes, he would lose at least two levels. But at this time, he had no choice.
The Silver Dragon did some calculations and nodded. "It's a little less, but I think it's enough for me to recover."
Brando nodded. Time was limited, so he did not waste any more time. He placed his hand on Mithril's wings and activated the Elapsing Needle.
… …
The draconic beasts had already arrived, and what greeted them were gargoyles. The gargoyles shrieked as they launched a suicidal attack on the top-tier air force. The difference in strength between the two sides was so great that the moment they clashed, the gargoyles' mutilated corpses fell like rain. Malthus looked on with interest. He did not expect the humans to have the means to resist, but that was all. He was not worried that these pitiful creatures could change the outcome of the battle.
On the battlefield, the Shia Knight and the White Lion Guards quickly joined the battle. On the other side of the battlefield, other people were also facing the threat of the dragons.
Xianni and the little fairy's dodging completely enraged the Ridgeback Drake. It let out an earth-shattering roar and flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind as it pounced towards the two of them. It no longer played the game of cat and mouse. Instead, it opened its gaping maw and bit towards the little fairy. The little elf and Sidney screamed at the same time. They scrambled to their feet, turned around, and ran, but their movements were no match for the gigantic dragon. The dragon roared angrily, and the pungent breath from its mouth blew the two of them off balance. The little elf was so scared that she started crying. Her legs gave way, and she tripped over herself. She turned around and saw the rows of white teeth in the dragon's mouth. She screamed and closed her eyes, and raised her small hands to protect herself.
"Mom! There's a monster that wants to eat me! " The elf screamed. Suddenly, she felt a slight heat in her palms, as if there was a powerful force coming from the front. The counterforce blew her off the ground and sent her flying for more than ten meters before she fell face first on the ground.
The elf looked up, dumbfounded. Her face was covered in dirt and mud. Her forehead was red, and she even had a nosebleed. But her eyes were wide open as she looked in front of her. There, a headless dragon was on the verge of collapse. Its neck seemed to have been cut off by something, leaving only a charred hole. Rotten flesh, bones, and broken organs could be seen in the hole. Dirty blood spurted out like lava, covering the entire street. The headless dragon staggered forward a few steps before it fell heavily to the ground.
The sound of the dragon beast falling to the ground was so loud that the little elf trembled on the ground.
The elf stared blankly at the dragon's body, then at her own hands. Finally, her eyes fell on the spear that she had been holding tightly. Her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't close it. At this time, Xianni finally flapped her wings and flew back to the former's side. She was obviously scared out of her wits. She had only seen a flash of white light, and then the behemoth had been beheaded. She didn't know what had happened, so she shouted, "What happened? What was that? Damn elf, did you steal the Bow of the World again? "
"No, no!" The elf hurriedly explained, "It's this!"
Both of their eyes fell on the spear. The silver spear was slightly different from before. The top part of the pattern on the spear was shining and had turned into a conspicuous golden color.
"What's this?" Sidney asked.
"I don't know." The elf shook her head blankly, "But a bad guy said that it belonged to them."
"Bad guy?"
"Those bad guys who came to catch you!" The elf said indignantly.
"I see." Sidney suddenly realized. She spread her wings and flew around the elf's head. She answered excitedly, "This is the Demon Slayer Spear they were talking about!"
"Demon Slayer Spear?" The elf had never heard of this name before.
"I've read about it in the legends of the Cruz people. This is the spear of the legendary Knight Sir Floyd. He used this spear to fight in hell. The spear was stained with the blood of demons. This spear is a genuine sub-divine weapon!" Sidney said enviously, "You're so lucky, little elf. How did you manage to use it?"
"I don't know. I was so scared at that time, just like this —" Before she could finish her words, the spear in her hand suddenly trembled. A thin white line extended from the tip of the spear and pointed to the street in front of them.
The two looked up at the same time.
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