bookandnovel Chapter 794: The Fierce Power of the Demonic Dragon
Chapter 794: The Fierce Power of the Demonic Dragon
Chapter 794: The Fierce Power of the Demonic Dragon
The blood, wriggling like a poisonous snake, seeped into the ground, and the blood pool area quickly and silently expanded to the feet of every King's Shield.
Ordinary armored infantrymen were not even qualified to be swallowed by the blood pool. Blood-red flowers bloomed under their feet, sucking up all their blood.
The magic circle that controls the entire Basilicata, Fringilla now feels that she is so powerful that she is even more powerful than the sleeping old antiques in the Blood Court - the Blood Lords who are of the same rank as Grand Duke Vlad.
"Enemy attack, alert!"
As soon as Captain Joffrey shouted this, he felt his feet slip and fell into the endless sea of blood.
Countless evil spirits made of blood swarmed forward in an instant, like piranhas in the Amazon rainforest, trying to tear apart the armor on his body and dig out the flesh and blood hidden inside.
The incident on the mountain immediately attracted half of the royal wizards to intervene, trying to break the terrible magic formation that had silently enveloped the No. 2 turret and rescue the King's Shield Guards trapped in it.
The three-headed dragon was trapped by the remaining wizards and was struggling hard, with different expressions on its three heads.
"It's not like you're really dying, you two wimpy idiots!"
The roaring fire dragon head had his usual mad look on his face: "Don't hesitate any longer, these lowly humans are trampling on the dignity of us dragons, give me all your strength, and let me ignite the flames of revenge against humans!"
The poisonous dragon head and the cursed dragon head looked at each other, closed their eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
When they opened their eyes again, all they revealed was a crimson color of madness, exactly the same as the fire dragon head in the middle.
The Fire Dragon Head, which had unprecedented control over the entire body, felt its power increase by more than ten times. It roared loudly: "You lowly insects, I will make you remember the fear I brought to you for the rest of your short life!"
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The changes on the mountain did not affect the foot of the mountain.
Next to the advisory group, Marshal Julian was explaining in high spirits: "You all saw it, this is the dragon that wreaked havoc yesterday. In front of the Royal Mage Corps, it had no power to resist at all."
Manstein looked at the dragon and said with some regret, "It is still very young, but its destructive power is not weak at all. This proves that it has extraordinary potential. If we can tame it, it will be more valuable than killing it."
Marshal Julian snorted with some disdain: "Oh, everyone, if we want to wait for this dragon to grow up, I'm afraid it will take decades to raise it, but our Big Ben Royal Academy of Sciences has created a powerful fleet of floating airships from scratch in just ten years."
He paused as he spoke, "By the time the dragon grows up, the empire will have developed even more powerful war machines. That is the foundation of a strong country, rather than relying on an uncontrollable beast like the ignorant and backward Ottomans."
The Ottomans were ignorant and backward, so what about the Habsburg dynasty, which had been the Ottomans' arch-enemy for hundreds of years?
The young officers of the advisory group all felt humiliated in their hearts and wanted to take off their gloves and slap the face of this arrogant and arrogant British marshal.
Conrad, the leader of the advisory group, applauded with admiration and said, "Your country's industrial level is indeed the best in the world. In comparison, the gap between our country and your country in war machinery is probably as big as the gap between our navy and your navy."
"After this battle, I can take the initiative to send one of the three-headed dragon's heads to your emperor."
Julian's lips curled up slightly, and he obviously enjoyed the compliment.
But Conrad said bitterly: "The European war is about to break out, but our country is still so backward in the field of war machinery. As the closest ally of the Habsburg family and the Germanic nation, will your country just watch us use backward and primitive weapons and fight side by side with your country? If the Franco-Russian Alliance sweeps across Europe and dominates the world, will your country be able to remain unscathed?"
Julian's smile froze, and he said awkwardly, "This... Mr. Conrad, you are joking. Your country is only slightly behind in the field of war machinery."
"Not just slightly, but definitely a lot... Our war machines are not only behind yours, but also far inferior to those Frenchmen who are sharpening their knives and preparing to march into Vienna at any time."
Conrad sighed and said, "Due to the friendship and close alliance between our two countries, shouldn't your country provide some support to our country? I think this is a more suitable gift for your country than a dragon's head."
Among the military officers in the advisory group, some felt ashamed, while others were secretly trying not to laugh.
Those who feel ashamed are mostly the younger generation, while the old generals think that if they can obtain the technology of the British airships or land cruisers, what does it matter if they lose a little face?
Julian could only smile bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Conrad, I don't have the power to make a decision on such a big matter. But if your country plans to purchase some war machinery from the Empire, I can help you select a few ships and hand them over to you after the war."
Conrad said helplessly, "You should also know that what our country lacks is not a few land ships or airships. What our country really lacks is the source of life to supply these machines. I heard that there are many precious mineral veins buried under the land of Texas, among which are white crystals and magic stones that our country is in short supply."
Julian quickly denied it, "I don't know about that. Texas has been occupied by these monsters for so many years and has not been developed at all. No one is sure what precious mineral veins there are here."
"I wonder if your country is interested in bidding for the Texas mineral veins in the future? Or allowing our country to jointly develop them?"
To be honest, Conrad was not optimistic that the Texans could win this war. He was originally a Moravian under the jurisdiction of the Crown of Bohemia, and when Germany was not yet unified, he often dealt with the wolf tribe in the south.
How could the countries founded by gang members withstand the test of modern warfare?
Marshal Julian no longer had the heart to brag, and just kept shirking responsibility, fearing that he would be blamed by this shameless guy from a small noble family in the place: "I am just a pure soldier, and I have no right to interfere in matters like this."
While they were talking, a black shadow appeared in the sky and whizzed down from the mountain like a bullet.
The next moment, the black shadow swelled up into a giant dragon, with a nearly 100-meter-long body stretching over the British camp, and its black scales reflecting the cold glow seemed to be flowing with red molten lava.
On the top of the dragon's head, there were ferocious dragon horns that were winding and raised like a crown.
The tyrant beast that destroyed half of the floating fleet has come again!
Many people who had witnessed the dragon's ferocity screamed in fear.
"That's it, the red and black Grim Reaper!"
"Run, the red and black death is coming!"
In its huge mouth, which seemed to be able to swallow an elephant in one gulp, there were densely packed teeth like sharp swords. As it roared, terrible dragon flames flew out, like a pillar of fire from God punishing mankind, plowing across the ground.
Countless soldiers were swallowed up by the terrifying dragon flame before they could even scream.
There is no need to be hit directly. The flying sparks and terrifying high temperatures are enough to start a raging fire in the camp.
Dozens of paladins shining with golden light stood side by side like moths to a flame. They sang hymns loudly, and everyone had a determined look on their face to face death. They extended their shields to dozens of meters in size and blocked Long Yan.
But the terrifying dragon that flew across the sky only revealed a hint of sarcasm in its vertical pupils, and the dragon fire it spewed out made a big turn from the ground, circled around the shields erected by the dozen or so paladins, and sprayed behind them.
Only the paladins were left standing there, surrounded by flames.
"George, where is Admiral George!"
Marshal Julian shouted in panic.
"Iron Duke, hurry up, we must not let this evil dragon run wild!"
Manstein looked at the terrified British and sneered silently in his heart. No matter how proud these people had been before, facing this ferocious and terrifying behemoth, they still had to follow their physiological instincts and run away in fear.
On the contrary, he and several other officers and generals from the Knights Templar were much calmer because they were used to seeing the wingless dragon of their Grand Master.
No matter how bright the future Julian envisions, the ruler of the sky in this era is still the tyrant dragon in front of him.