Fairy’s Box

"Swear by blood."

"Styx is the proof."

Countless golden runes flew from one person and one dragon, and the contract words that no one could understand spread out like butterflies, and then twisted and disappeared in the air.

"Hahahahaha!"

Both of them felt that they had taken advantage of them, and the other was the second one, and they laughed out loud in unison, and the laughter grew louder and louder when they looked at the stupid look of the other party who was still smug at the loss.

"Now that the deal is in place, it's yours."

Yale restrained his smile, stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, pushing the house-sized Demon God's nucleus in front of the fire dragon.

"Tsk tsk... Huh?"

Lao Wa lowered his head, as if he was sniffing some delicious food, and greedily took a deep breath on the primordial nucleus of the Demon God, and then a vivid suspicious look appeared on the dragon's face:

"The smell of this pronucleus is wrong... how can it look like a stillbirth!"

"If it wasn't for a stillbirth, could a mere mortal in Calf, even with the help of super magic, be able to replace the consciousness of the devil?"

The black-haired knight flashed to its side, patted the hot scales on the fire dragon's thigh, and comforted: "A stillbirth that was forcibly hatched is not a stillbirth. Use it with peace of mind, there is no difference in the effect anyway."

"It always feels like a refurbished product..."

Laowa seems to have a serious mental cleanliness. Knowing that there is no difference in performance, he keeps complaining: "Why is it stillborn... What a pity... Such a good thing has flaws."

Yale didn't care about this psychological cleanliness dragon. Anyway, the contract has been established, and it is useless to regret it now. He raised his head and glanced at the closed space that had faded to only a thin layer of glass, and said loudly:

"The battle is not over yet. The monsters that this guy bred are still ravaging Edinburgh. Let's go and put an end to this demonic disaster."

Hearing the business, the flame dragon quickly opened its mouth to swallow the original nucleus of the demon god, and suddenly fluttered its wings into the sky. Following the hurricane set off by the flapping of the dragon's wings, it flew out of the closed space from the gap at the upper end that came in before.

...

On the battlefield, the black tide is endless, and the monsters that are madly advancing have been blocked by the power of the kingdom, and are being systematically encircled and suppressed by the resistance. The participants in this siege were not only human beings, but also fairies, monsters, and even gods who had been dying for a long time.

From the very beginning, Yale did not think that the Demon Calamity was simply a human war, and they had to win more and more powerful allies. Therefore, long before the battle, the harpies were dispatched to spread the news, telling all the living beings living on this land that this battle is closely related to their survival, and everyone who wants to survive must participate in resistance.

Just when Calf tore the earth and brought endless descendants out of the closed space, all the harpies set off again, responsible for gathering allies they had communicated with before to fight against the evil disaster together.

Now they are all here, with fear and anger towards the gods of chaos, and under the guidance of the Rosevier eagle banner, they pour out their hatred for monsters with their bodies and claws.

The whistle sounded in the evening sky, and the sky was filled with gunpowder smoke. The falling and burning monsters reflected the dim sky, and there were trolls dragging the flames and falling for a long time, like shooting stars.

The ground is burning with fire, and the guard troops that have come from all directions have been dispatched to form a siege network with the accompanying monsters, fairies, and gods, and fight the army of monsters on the ground. The artillery fire whistled, and in the fire of war, the monsters disappeared like smoke, and the dazzling light bloomed.

Over the battlefield, the huge figure of the giant dragon jumped out of the inflated black sphere, rising into the sky like a rocket, like light and electricity, all the way to the top of the cloud.

"To Edinburgh."

The black-haired knight stood between Laowa's horns, his eyes splattered with poisonous fire, holding Calf's head in one hand and holding up the holy sword in the other.

Roar--!

The flame dragon groaned in a low voice, rolled its body, spread out its huge wings, and gracefully turned a somersault in the sky, like lightning striking the earth.

The wind whistled past, rolling up the hem of Yale's clothes. Just as the red fire dragon swooped down on the ground and swept past the monsters flying in the air, it was just a staggered, dark red light suddenly rising into the sky, slashing the dusk sky!

boom--!

In an instant, hundreds of flying monsters turned into torches in their screams, and with the poisonous fire of **** burning their souls, large tracts fell from the sky.

At the moment when the sword light was in full bloom, the sword light condensed on the black-haired knight's hand suddenly dimmed.

What's going on! ?

Yale only felt that his power was rapidly declining, and when he looked down, he saw countless small translucent chains coming together from the void, like maggots on the tarsus, burrowing into his body.

Damn Holy Sequence Lock, enhanced again... Don't you know I'm fighting for it?

The black-haired knight subconsciously squeezed Kalff's head, feeling the suppression of the will of the world, trying to ignore the discomfort caused by the decline of power.

Boom boom boom!

The dragon swooped down with a series of sharp whistles, and instantly destroyed a large number of flying monsters. This scene was noticed by countless people, and the continuous voice resounded over Edinburgh:

"The dragon is back!"

"Look! It's the Governor!"

"The Governor has won! The Governor has won!

In the cheers of the crowd, the flame dragon took its breath and swept across the battlefield at a low altitude. The flames fell like a waterfall, and a large number of monsters who were stubbornly resisted suddenly ignited and carbonized. In just a few cycles, the battlefield gradually returned to calm.

A huge fire dragon hovered over the royal city, like a cloud, casting a huge shadow on the ground of Edinburgh. The twinkling eyes of the silver fire seemed to be like a bright moon, illuminating the city that was submerged in darkness.

"We are victorious!"

The cheers inside and outside the city gathered into a surging ocean, and everyone raised their heads one after another, looking at the giant dragon with awe, watching the burly body and shining scales of the flaming dragon.

"..."

The dragon lowered its majestic head, and between the pair of sharp horns stood a burly figure. The sun at dusk covered him with pale gold armor, and he stood on top of the fire dragon, overlooking the people who looked up at him from the capital, and behind him was the bright red sunset.

Yale put down the holy sword that shone with cold light in silence, looked at himself in the eyes of thousands of pairs, and raised Calf's head high:

"This is the black goat goddess, it is dead."

Everyone who looked up uttered an exclamation in unison, looked at the huge and ugly head, and raised their hands in trembling, the next moment, the cheers of humans, fairies, monsters and gods almost tore the sky.

In the direction of Inverness, three huge battleships were moored on the blood-stained sea. The silver-white hull was covered with a gleam of brilliance. The ship's side and the coast also resounded with cheers of victory - they had won.