Chapter 341 Bloody Blade (IV)

"Fight back. We must fight back, or we will die!"

Desk Flame Gold gritted his teeth and said to his two remaining companions.

However, Klein did not answer. There was an illusory clock running in his blue eyes. As the hands turned rhythmically, his expression became more solemn and sweat oozed from his forehead.

And Ingrid seemed to have lost her will to fight. She stood aside holding the scepter and whispered: "No, we can't win."

"Stop, Desk."

"Please"

Suddenly, Desk shook his head slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

This Ingrid has only joined the "Blood Blade" for one year. Unlike these adventurers who came from the grass, this priest is more like a flower in a greenhouse, and most of the battles she has experienced are crushing.

"I will never end here!"

"Hunting. Sworn enemy!"

In the end, Dex Flame Gold flapped his wings behind him desperately and flew towards the enemy.

"Destroy the evil slash!"

He raised the golden sword and swung it in a graceful arc in the air. As he moved, a half-moon-shaped light cut through the air and split the earth.

This was the all-out attack of the Vengeance Paladin!

"Shua——"

However, Cassius only whistled softly, and star-like energy scales surrounded his body, directly blocking all the slashes.

However, Dex. Flame Gold did not give up.

The paladin who turned into the "Angel of Vengeance" waved his wings, quickly swept across the ground, and swooped down.

Soon, he gritted his teeth and flew over the red dragon, holding the golden sword in his hand tightly, roaring with a ferocious face.

"Evil dragon!"

"The great 'Dragon Slayer' Dex. Flame Gold will take off your head!"

However, in front of the behemoth with a body length of more than 30 meters, the Vengeance Paladin who charged forward without hesitation was like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill, looking particularly small.

"Soul of Revenge!"

Desk roared, and the long sword that symbolized the authority of the oath of revenge shone brightly.

The illusory figures of Grom, Lano and others appeared around him, and the souls born of the will of revenge wanted to besiege the seemingly invincible enemy.

However, the next moment, Desk only felt a gust of hot wind coming, and the huge red figure dodged directly and appeared behind him.

Whether it was the guiding divine power or the soul of revenge, they were crushed by the almost tangible dragon power.

He hurriedly flapped his wings vigorously, trying to distance himself from the enemy, and kept slashing with the golden long sword-but all this was useless, the enemy's speed was too fast.

The sky is the paradise of the angel of revenge, but it is also the domain controlled by the dragon.

The huge, ferocious claws grabbed the vengeance paladin out of thin air, like grabbing a fragile bird.

"I got you."

Casius said calmly.

Desk tried his best, raised his sword to stab the claws, and fought hard.

But the red dragon only exerted a little force, and Desk's armor was squeezed and deflated, his body became bloody, bloodshot eyes appeared, and mouthfuls of sticky blood spit out of his mouth.

For the first time, Desk felt that his life was in the hands of the enemy and could be ended at any time.

In his eyes that seemed to be forever unwavering, a long-lost fear finally appeared - he was afraid, and he wanted to live.

"Stop, stop."

"My lord, I... I don't want to die."

Cassius moved him in front of him, looked at him with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "What reason do you have for me to spare your life?"

"You must know that you are the 'great dragon slayer'. Since you have chosen this path and have no ability to kill the dragon, you will be killed by the dragon. This is a matter of course."

"I, I."

Desk's purple lips trembled slightly.

He really didn't expect that the words he said just now would become his death warrant.

After thinking for a long time, he accidentally saw the emblem on his hilt and finally thought of the last way to survive.

"You can't kill me, I'm the Chosen One, I'm the messenger of Lord Amaunator!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Casius suddenly laughed out loud, his wings shaking, and he slapped the ground, making the ground roar.

"Did you see that old silver dragon glowing all over? With divine weapons, that's the standard of the Chosen One."

"But you, haha, a poor guy like you who doesn't have any legendary equipment on your body - are you worthy of calling yourself the Chosen One?"

"In addition."

He stretched out his voice and looked at Desk in his claws again. The pale golden pupils showed a fierce light, and the strong dragon power overflowed.

Suddenly, Desk felt like falling into an ice cave.

Because he only heard one sentence.

"I hate people who deceive me."

Before he finished speaking, hot flames suddenly emerged from his claws, wrapping Desk. Flame Gold in it.

"No——"

"I don't want to die yet."

Soon, accompanied by unwilling roars and shrill wails, the flesh and blood burned up in the flames and turned into ashes flying in the wind.

But a heavy and luxurious armor and a shining golden sword were left in the red dragon's claws.

"Oh?"

"I was wrong. It's really a legendary equipment, but the rank is slightly lower, and there is an extra layer of magic camouflage."

"Tsk tsk, it's really cautious."

Cassius casually shook out the remaining ashes in his claws and plucked at the equipment Desk left behind, his tone suddenly revealing a hint of surprise.

But there is no doubt that - the famous "Dragon Slayer" in Fadland, the captain of the Blood Blade, Desk Yanjin, died completely.

Being killed by a dragon is indeed the fate of most dragon slayers.

Either quit halfway with wealth and glory, or go to the end on the road of self-destruction. There is never a hero at the end of the dragon-slaying road. Fall and death are the only destinations.

"Team, captain."

Seeing the captain she had known all day long die before her eyes, Ingrid couldn't help but cover her mouth, but she still let out a cry of surprise.

But there was nothing she could do. The dragon's whole body was filled with the power of an anti-magic field, and it was difficult for even her divine spells to be effective on it, let alone ordinary spells.

Klein's face was full of disbelief. Because the illusory clock in his eyes was shattered.

That is the special ability of the time mage——

【Conclusion of the future】

He can see into possible futures and magically direct one of those futures to events around him to ensure a specific outcome.

Klein had already constructed a model of the teleportation spell and was preparing to leave here.

But when he spent a lot of money to look into his future, he found that in every future, as long as he activated the teleportation spell, the end would be particularly miserable.

What made him even more chilling was that he couldn't see the future of the red dragon.

Klein wanted to spy on his fate, but the "Dragon Prince" seemed to be shrouded in a hazy silver mist.

"Trespass!"

Even his own spirit was struck by some majestic power, as if there was a terrifying giant thousand-meter-long dragon roaring and roaring in his mind.

"No, it's impossible."

Klein stood there muttering to himself, with two lines of bloody tears streaming from his eyes.