DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 277: Too bad I can't let you all go
At this moment, the injured poisonous dragon that was about to go insane started attacking the city walls again. He tried to vent his anger by torturing and killing ordinary people.
Dayshannon's face turned pale. He clenched his teeth and was about to step forward to fight.
Suddenly, two figures blocked in front of him.
"Let's do it!"
Stephanie said to Dayshannon softly. His eyes were firm and complicated.
This must be the man's fiancee. She's very pretty.
Don Quixote had already unsheathed his long sword and rushed towards the poisonous dragon.
With the desire of a great sword master, the sword fighting aura of Don Quixote was also extremely ferocious.
Even though he was only at the ninth rank, he started to fight with the poisonous dragon with his nimble body.
Stephanie also uses her battle aura to help Don Quixote in his battles.
"Hehe."
A soft laugh came from the sky.
That's very familiar.
Don Quixote suddenly raised his head.
He saw a figure jump down from the body of an ugly bat monster, falling down like a meteor.
It was sharp and filled with a cold aura.
Don Quixote raised his sword, firmly resisting this attack.
The hard ground beneath his feet could not withstand such a terrifying impact and was suddenly shattered.
The figure landed not far from Don Quixote. His arrogant red hair fluttered in the wind. His appearance was still as arrogant as it was a few years ago.
Don Quixote looked at the person in front of him, and his gaze was solemn. He whispered his name, "Hawthorne."
It was Hawthorne, who had chosen to join the Dark Church after the trials of the four kingdoms a few years ago.
Now, he had also reached the level of a rank nine knight.
Hawthorne judged Don Quixote, the corner of his mouth curving into a contemptuous smile.
"Fajar Kingdom? Don Quixote, you really let me down" Hawthorne said.
At this moment, Fred's angry voice came from the sky.
Fred initially presses Clive to the point where he can only fight back.
But at this moment, a ghost-like shadow suddenly floated in the air and rushed towards Fred.
Fred retreated tens of meters in the air, his face unsightly.
A deep wound appeared on his waist as if he had been slashed by a wide and sharp blade.
If Fred had not twisted his body at the critical moment, he would have been cut in half.
"Hehehe!"
The explosion of deafening laughter.
A tall and skinny man wearing a black hood and a black robe slowly appeared beside Fred. He was holding a strange weapon that looked like a huge scythe in his hand.
It was this weapon that seriously wounded Fred.
"Master Judge Chief."
Clive bowed respectfully to the tall and skinny man. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grovers."
The scythe in the hands of the Chief Judge of the Church of Darkness is the chief judge's staff—Blade of Slaughter.
Fred's expression was solemn as he quietly tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.
The scythe in Grover's hand trembled slightly. Grover put it on his cheek and muttered softly as if he was taking care of his lover.
"Do you also want to drink sage-level blood, chop off his head, and listen to his soul wail in pain?"
Grover laughed strangely and rushed forward crazily.
He turned into a black light and surrounded Fred.
Fred is injured and can only survive under Grover's hands.
Clive who was free turned into a fleeting shadow and pierced Fred's lower abdomen when there was a gap in Fred's defense.
Fred fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.
Disciple Don Quixote contracted and he shouted involuntarily.
"Ha ha ha!"
Hawthorne laughed loudly. "Do you understand, Don Quixote? This is what happens when you fight the Church of Darkness. Today, not only will two saint-level masters die, but you will also die!"
"Fuck!"
Stephanie stomped her feet in anger.
Don Quixote did not say a word. His body lit up with the light of the ninth level golden aura as he charged towards Hawthorne.
Hawthorne did not shy away. He also charged forward crazily.
His originally pure white aura had now turned black.
"The secret technique of the Dark Church is not inferior to the aura of your golden cross!"
Hawthorne was like a madman, shouting and shouting, desperately venting the humiliation and anger he had suppressed over the past few years in Don Quixote.
Both fighting.
Despite Hawthorne's fierce aura, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Don Quixote's outstanding knight talent was not something he could pursue.
Hawthorne's expression is ugly. He suddenly laughed loudly.
"Stupid, look behind you!"
Don Quixote's heart stiffened, and he subconsciously looked back.
He happened to see Stephanie in great danger under the poisonous dragon's mad attack. Traces of worry flashed in his eyes. Because he was distracted, his hand involuntarily slowed down a little.
Hawthorne seized this opportunity and ruthlessly slashed Don Quixote's body.
Don Quixote vomited blood and retreated in panic.
"Brother brother!"
Stephanie screams in shock. In the end, he was also hit by a poisonous dragon attack and flew backwards.
In just a short moment, the reinforcements from the Yheng Empire that had rushed over were all severely injured and fell to the ground.
Dayshannon's face was pale. He continuously cast water-type healing spells in his hands to heal everyone's wounds.
The sky suddenly darkened, as if night had arrived first.
"Shadow coffee."
Harriet Terrence muttered, her eyes filled with bitterness. He said in a low voice, "Here we go."
Everyone on the city walls stared at the sky in horror. They only saw Clive, Grover, and Hawthorne showing respectful expressions on their faces, and the poisonous dragon also rushed into the sky with a low growl.
The black figure slowly descended. The terrifying aura made everyone's eyes show despair.
The handsome man slowly walked down from the void and walked towards the injured people. She gracefully bowed and said gently, "Teacher, I'm so happy to see you again."
"Ulysses."
Harriet Terrence read out her name, her eyes filled with anger.
Ulysses laughed softly.
"The magic stone I gave to Master, it is a pity that after so many years, you still have not improved at all."
Ulysses looked sorry. He shook his head and sighed. "Teacher, you're really old."
Harriet Terrence took a deep breath and said calmly, "Alcott can be called a vassal state of the Dark Church. I can give you my head but I only ask you one thing."
"Please speak, Master."
Ulysses smiled and said.
Harriet Terrence looked at everyone and said in a heavy voice, "Let them go. They have nothing to do with this."
"Mr Harriet Terrence!"
"Harriet Terrence."
The people around immediately shouted in shock.
Harriet Terrence shook her head, indicating that they should not speak. Expressing firmly.
Ulysses clapped.
"Teacher, you're still just as great, kind, and rambling as before!"
"It's a shame."
Ulysses face smiled but his eyes were extremely cold as he said, "I can't agree to your request."