Although Han Jin's tone was very gentle, they could clearly feel the murderous intent in his words. Perhaps now, or perhaps after the final battle, Han Jin would definitely attack them.
After following Nicholas for so many years, they had developed a tacit understanding. They only needed a glance to know what to do.
In an instant, the three of them attacked at the same time. Feragon pulled out his long sword like lightning. Dazzling lightning suddenly bloomed like a dancing thunder dragon, roaring towards Han Jin. Angermanch took half a step back and threw out a magic scroll. Facing a powerful figure like Han Jin, he knew that he wouldn't have the time to chant a spell, and the power of an instantaneous spell was limited. It wouldn't be able to harm Han Jin, so he had to use his precious magic scroll.
Dick also pulled out his long sword, but he didn't attack Han Jin. Instead, he turned around, grabbed the young man, and ran away as fast as he could.
Their cooperation was fast and effective, and there were no flaws. Even if Angermanch and Feragon weren't a match for Han Jin, they could do their best to buy time, and Dick would take the opportunity to escape with the young man. To the three of them, the safety of Tinos was the most important thing. For this, they wouldn't hesitate to give up their lives.
Han Jin waved his hand, and a ray of light flew out and met the roaring thunder dragon head-on. The ray of light looked dazzling and gentle, but it contained an unstoppable force that could destroy everything. In an instant, the thunder dragon was crushed into pieces by the ray of light and turned into countless electric sparks that flew in all directions. Next, the long sword in Feragon's hand was crushed, and Feragon's protective strength of fighting was also destroyed by the ray of light. His body flew back fifty to sixty meters in a spray of blood before softly falling to the ground.
At the same time, a translucent glass bell fell from the sky without warning, enveloping Angermanch and the magic scroll he threw out.
In the next moment, the magic scroll turned into a ball of crimson flame and crazily rushed within the bell. The attack range of Hellfire could reach hundreds of meters, but the space within the bell was limited. In the blink of an eye, Angermanch, who had a look of fear on his face, was engulfed by the flames.
Countless flames pressed against each other and merged with each other, finally condensing into a scorching white brilliance, as if a small sun had risen from the ground. The vegetation within a radius of several hundred meters withered at the same time, turning into ashes. The ostentatious armchair also began to burn.
It was easy to imagine Angermanch's fate. If he was in the full range of Hellfire, he could easily protect himself. After all, he was a grand magus. However, in the glass bell, he couldn't resist the power of thousands of flames squeezing together. Even if he ignored the damage of the flames, his body would definitely be crushed to dust under the immense pressure.
Dick, who had already run more than 30 meters away, was frozen in place. He never expected that Feragon and Angermanch would be killed in an instant. If he continued to run, he definitely wouldn't be able to escape. However, if he didn't run, would he just wait for death to come?
"You're too nervous." Han Jin's gaze was still fixed on the elemental mist in the distance. "Although Nicolas and I have chosen different paths, in some ways, we are very similar. Protecting his child should be Nicolas' last wish, so I will respect him."
Dick was still trembling slightly. He didn't understand what Han Jin meant. What did he mean by respect?
Han Jin's figure suddenly moved and disappeared. Dick stood there in a daze for a long time before he dared to believe his eyes. At this time, he discovered that his body was almost completely soaked in cold sweat. As a light breeze blew, he couldn't help but shiver.
* * * *
The elders and guardians of Dragon City and Dragonfield became more and more passive as the battle went on. They watched the enemy use magic without restraint, while they didn't even dare to release a small spark. Coupled with the absolute disadvantage in numbers, they quickly fell into a disadvantageous position. Although none of the people who could follow Anqielle here were weak, they could only barely hold on. They couldn't even fight back.
They all heard Anqielle's words and knew that there was no hope of winning against the black dragons in a place of elemental chaos. But the problem was that Fan Lunding had planned this for a long time. How could they easily escape from this trap?
All kinds of magic bombarded the gold dragons. It was as if a fireworks festival had been held in Paradise Lost. The sky was filled with dancing lightning and scorching flames. The black dragons didn't even need to lock on to their opponents. They just wantonly threw AoE magic at the group without worrying about accidentally injuring their companions.
Without a domain, Chazeaux and the others could only rely on their strong bodies to resist. However, no matter how strong a gold dragon's defense was, there was still a limit. Not to mention, they were not only facing a variety of magic, but also sharp attacks that were not inferior to their own.
Blood splattered constantly in the field, and a faint smell of blood permeated the forest. Even Chazeaux's face had a few more streaks of blood. However, the gold dragons were still bitterly holding on, desperately trying to break out of the encirclement. This was because everyone knew that if Anqielle was alone, even if there were several times more black dragons, they might not be able to stop a powerhouse with a domain. But with them, Anqielle would definitely be distracted. So, the only thing they could do now was to escape from this place immediately so that Anqielle wouldn't have any worries.
It was such a small wish, but it seemed like it would never be realized. Their opponents didn't give them a chance to catch their breath at all. Wave after wave of attacks came at them like a tide. The golden dragons were like small boats in a vast ocean, and it seemed like they would be drowned in the next moment.
The battle on Anqielle's side was even more intense. The worst thing was that she was far more exhausted than Fan Lunding. This was because she had to deal with both Fan Lunding and the raging elemental turbulence at the same time.
Under such circumstances, Anqielle was constantly pushed back by Fan Lunding's storm-like attacks. Noticing that Anqielle's strength was gradually diminishing, Fan Lunding couldn't help but feel ecstatic and increase the intensity of his attacks.
At the same time, the experts of the Black Dragon Tribe also regarded Anqielle as their main target. It was Anqielle who led the Golden Dragon Tribe to cooperate with the Holy Crown City. If they could destroy Anqielle, they would have a chance to persuade the Golden Dragon Tribe to switch sides. As long as Anqielle was still alive, they would have no chance at all.
After withstanding a few rounds of attacks, the aqua-blue barrier that enveloped Anqiel began to tremble violently. At the same time, Fan Lunding opened his mouth and spewed out an almost transparent scorching dragon's breath. With a monstrous heatwave, the dragon's breath struck Anqiel's domain. With a loud bang, Anqiel was sent flying far away. However, Fan Lunding failed to notice a very important thing — the direction Anqiel was sent flying was the area where the two clansmen were engaged in a chaotic battle.
"My Lord!" Seeing Anqielle being sent flying by Fan Lunding, Chazeaux and the others couldn't help but turn pale with fright.
Anqielle, who seemed to have no strength to fight back, suddenly stopped when she flew above Chazeaux and the others. The blue barrier around her suddenly expanded and enveloped Chazeaux and the others. All the black dragons who came into contact with the light barrier were sent flying by the tyrannical power. While they were still in the air, they could clearly see a thin layer of blue ice crystals rapidly spreading over their bodies.
How could these ordinary Dark Dragon Clan powerhouses resist the domain that Anqiel released with all her strength?
"Run!" Anqielle's eyes were filled with anxiety. It could be said that all the elites of the golden dragon clan were here. If anything happened to them, it would take at least a thousand years for the golden dragon clan to recover. Therefore, Anqielle had to fight for this opportunity even if she had to take Fan Lunding's heavy blow.
Chazeaux and the others didn't dare to hesitate any longer. They rushed in the opposite direction without looking back. If they didn't leave now, not only would they have to stay here forever, but they would also implicate Anqielle.
"Bastard!" Fan Lunding roared. He waved his hands and countless balls of scorching flames gushed out. What was even more frightening was that in this place of elemental chaos, every ball of flame was constantly changing. One moment, it would turn into an arm-thick lightning bolt, the next moment, it would turn into a tyrannical gale.
This was the disadvantage of the golden dragon clan. They would never know what kind of magic was about to land on them.
A ferocious glint flashed across Anqielle's eyes. Her long hair fluttered despite the absence of wind. Her Deep Blue Domain, which had already expanded to its limits, expanded by several dozen meters under her full power, completely blocking the countless elemental turbulences wreaking havoc in the air.
Countless flames, ice bombs, and lightning bolts bombarded the aqua-blue barrier. It was as if countless boulders had been smashed into the surface of a calm lake, causing ripples of various sizes.
Anqielle's figure could no longer be seen in the smoke and dust that soared into the sky. The only thing that could be seen was the layer of aqua-blue barrier that was constantly trembling and twisting under the endless magic attacks. It seemed as if it would collapse at any moment.
A domain was the symbol of a demigod powerhouse. However, it did not mean that it could withstand endless attacks, especially when the Dark Dragon King, Fan Lunding, was among the attackers who also possessed a domain.
At this time, Chazeaux and the rest had already fled hundreds of meters away. The violent explosions behind them were like heavy hammers that continuously pounded on their hearts. Everyone knew that Lady Anqielle had blocked all the attacks by herself. All of this was to give them a chance to survive. However, they were even more clear that as long as they could successfully escape from this place, Anqielle, who possessed a domain, would still have a great chance of survival. Although it was inevitable that she would be injured, it was still much better than everyone dying here. Anqielle would only be able to let loose when they were out of danger. If a demigod powerhouse was bent on escaping, there were probably not many people in this world who could stop her.
"You guys can go." Harriet, who was at the back of the group, suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned to look in Anqielle's direction. "Even if I die, I want to die together with Lady Anqielle!"
After saying that, Harriet did not care about the reactions of the others, and directly rushed back in the direction she came from.
Harriet's words were like a spark that completely ignited the raging flames in the hearts of the gold dragons. This battle was already incomparably cowardly, and using Anqielle's safety in exchange for a chance to escape was a humiliation that the gold dragons could not bear. The reason why they fled without looking back was that they were still rational in their hearts. They knew that this was the only way to deal with this crisis.
Should all of them be buried here, or should Anqiel's injuries be used in exchange for everyone's survival? The answer was self-evident. This was also the reason why Anqiel had fought for this opportunity for them even at the cost of her injuries.
"Harriet! Come back quickly! " Chazeaux immediately panicked. If they really rushed back, wouldn't all the sacrifices that Anqielle had made previously be in vain?!
However, not all of the powerhouses could maintain their calm, especially after Harriet's words.
"I want to go back too! I can't let Lady Anqielle fight alone! "Xavier's usually expressionless face flushed with a rare shade of red.
Facts had proven that the power of a role model could not be ignored at any time. With Harriet and Xavier taking the lead, Chazeaux's pale voice was instantly drowned out by the surging roars of the crowd.
Even if they were to die, they would die together with Lady Anqielle!
The powerhouses of the gold dragon tribe rushed to the battlefield without hesitation. Although they knew that there was a slim chance of survival, none of them showed the slightest hesitation. They wanted to use their blood to prove that the dragons had never feared death.
Anqielle, who was still bitterly holding on, was shocked when she saw her tribesmen return. Her domain, which was already on the verge of collapse, finally loosened a little. At the same time, Fantine opened his mouth and spat out a scorching dragon's breath.
* Boom! * The scorching white dragon's breath fiercely collided with the dark blue domain. Anqielle, who had been fighting for a long time, was completely exhausted. She no longer had the strength to support her domain, and was sent flying by the violent force like a straw. Blood splattered everywhere.
"My Lady!" Harriet, who was the first to rush back, hurriedly flew up and tried to catch the falling Anqielle. However, no one noticed that Harriet's hands were not open, but clenched into fists. Under the reflection of the sun, the tips of her fists glowed with a pale luster.
Following closely behind Harriet was Contractual. Originally, Xavier was the second to rush back, but Contractual, who was known for his speed, quickly overtook him. If the distance between them had been a little further, the first to rush to Anqielle's aid might not have been Harriet, and the following events would not have happened. However, in the real world, there were no such things as ifs.
Contractual had always been very careful. Although Harriet's back was facing him, he still cried out in alarm when Harriet's fist was about to hit Anqielle. "Be careful, my Lady!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Pact felt a sharp pain in his back. When he turned his head around, he saw Xavier's face, which was as pale as a sheet of paper. He was on the verge of going insane. Chi Qi really wanted to ask, why? However, he no longer had the strength to do so. Xavier's fist had already pierced through his body. Contractual's vision gradually blurred, and he could vaguely hear the roars of his tribesmen. However, everything was getting further and further away from him.
Contractual's warning did not mean much. It took a certain amount of time to complete all this, and compared to the speed of a Guardian of the Dragon Realm releasing a full force punch, it seemed too long.
Harriet's long-planned punch landed heavily on Anqielle's shoulder. Anqielle was sent flying diagonally to the ground. However, demigods did not only have a Territory, they also had extraordinary reaction speed. When Harriet's fist was about to hit Anqielle, Anqielle managed to release her Territory. Although she could not fully exert the power of her Territory in a hurry, it was still not something Harriet could withstand. The strong recoil shattered all the bones in Harriet's right hand as she screamed miserably. Her right hand hung limply from her wrist.
After Xavier succeeded in his sneak attack on the contract, he quickly hid in the camp of the black dragons. Harriet also panicked and ran away while clutching her wrist. They knew very well that after doing such a thing, if they ran a little slower, they would be torn to pieces by their clansmen who would come later.
"Trash! You can't even do this properly! " Fan Lunding glared fiercely at Harriet, and then his eyes fell on Anqielle. "See? Even the tribesmen you have been protecting are on my side. Accept the judgment of fate, Anqielle. Your existence will only hinder the rise of the dragons!"
Compared to the grief and indignation of Chazeaux and the others, Anqielle, who still had traces of blood on the corner of her mouth, remained unusually calm. Only when she glanced at Contractual's corpse did her eyes flash with grief.
"Is this what you want?" Anqielle looked at the two golden dragon powerhouses who had betrayed her camp, and her calm voice contained a suffocating anger.
For some reason, even though Xavier and Harriet already had the absolute advantage, they still felt an inexplicable sense of palpitations under Anqiel's gaze. They couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to meet Anqiel's gaze.
Contractual's tragic death and Anqielle's injury ignited the fighting spirit of all the golden dragon elders. All the powerhouses roared and rushed forward.
"Kill!" Fan Lunding, who was confident of victory, shouted resolutely. His tone was filled with the thick smell of blood.
Xavier and Harriet looked at each other. At this point, they could no longer turn back. Killing one was killing, and killing two was also killing. They gritted their teeth and rushed forward side by side.
Fan Lunding flew up and pounced on Anqielle. His eyes were full of unconcealable ferocity. "Anqielle! Farewell … "
(Thank you for everyone's support. Thinking back to the past few years of writing at Qidian, this should be the first time I've achieved the goal I wanted to achieve. So, I'm very, very excited. Although there aren't many benefits to being in the top ten, it's very important to me. It represents a kind of affirmation, encouragement, and support. I've never denied that I'm the type of person who would rather die to save face than suffer. Using my friend's sharp evaluation, I don't know how to fight, nor do I know how to refuse. Because of my pride, I'm afraid of losing, so I always avoid fighting for things. Because of my pride, I'm afraid of leaving a bad impression on others. So, I'll give them what they want, and I don't even refuse in my personal life. It's said that one stands tall at thirty. It's too late to understand these principles when you're over thirty. Perhaps it's not too late, but I'll definitely work hard in the future. In the next book, everyone will see a crazy Southwall! (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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