paranoianovel Chapter 810 Ceasefire Negotiations
Chapter 810 Ceasefire Negotiations
Chapter 810 Ceasefire Negotiations
The Pegasus is flying in the sky, wearing silver armor and white robes, like a knight who has walked out of a shrine or statue. Just like the legendary St. George, he carries the divine glory on his shoulders and resolutely embarks on the journey of slaying the dragon.
In legendary novels, such brave characters, no matter how great the disparity in power between the enemy and us is, will often overcome all obstacles, endure hardships, kill the dragon and save the princess.
But reality is not a legendary novel, and the dragon-slaying hero is not facing those dragon beasts with thin bloodlines and combat power not much stronger than wild beasts.
"God, may the knights of St. George win the battle and kill the dragon."
"In the name of the Father, in the name of St. George, may we return victorious."
Countless British soldiers knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.
The Paladin, who was highly expected and the focus of everyone's attention, had a dragon-shooting crossbow in his hand, but sharp bone spurs had grown on it at some point. The bone spurs pierced into his flesh and blood, continuously absorbing the holy light in his body.
He gritted his teeth, forced himself to endure the torture of this dragon-slaying holy weapon, and urged the Pegasus to get closer.
The closer he got, the more he could feel the oppression brought by the dragon's rugged and undulating body like a mountain.
No, it was not just the oppression brought by the size, but also the strong divine power. It was a divine power that was far different from the pagan evil gods he had killed with his own hands. It seemed as if the whole world was crawling at its feet.
Is it really possible for me to challenge such a terrifying dragon?
The Pegasus began to stop moving forward. This extremely spiritual holy beast was also afraid of the pressure from the dragon. No matter how many times the paladin on its back urged it, it did not dare to get any closer.
"Oh, let's decide the winner here."
A bitter smile appeared under the Paladin's visor. He picked up the small and exquisite crossbow in his hand. Along with the blood in his body, the holy light was absorbed by it. This originally quite exquisite small crossbow also expanded to more than two meters in length.
At that moment, the dragon's mountain-sized head suddenly turned.
Those two eyes, like the sun and the moon, looked at him together.
Lothar was very familiar with the aura of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow. Even though it was covered with a layer of strong holy light, it still could not hide from the perception of Lothar who regarded the Dragon Shooting Crossbow as his exclusive artifact.
The moment the dragon's eyes swept over, the Paladin felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. The lining of his armor was soaked in the blink of an eye. If he had not been the wielder of Holy Light and had a strong will, he would have turned around and fled.
"Demon Dragon, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Don't even think about making me bow down to you!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, and the holy light and blood in his body were drained away in an instant, and his entire body became withered and broken: "Praise the Father, praise the Queen, praise the United Kingdom - Die, Dragon!"
boom--
Accompanied by countless shrill dragon roars, countless resentful dragon souls, surrounded by a golden arrow, rose into the air from the crossbow.
"Pretty!"
"That demon dragon will definitely not be able to dodge this attack!"
"God, the Knight of Essex is a true knight. God will surely bless such a righteous man and help him achieve the final victory!"
The paladin burned his own life, and the ignited arrow was like a dazzling sun, which hit the huge body of the dragon.
In an instant, the holy flame enveloped the evil dragon.
"bingo!"
"It's hit! That's the Ottomans' dragon-slaying weapon. The dragon will definitely die!"
The dragon has become the focus of countless people's attention. Both sides hope that they can win, as if this arrow has become the key to determining the success or failure of this battle. Only Lothar himself did not even dodge from beginning to end.
No one understands the power of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow better than him.
Having lost his original arrows, he, who possessed dragon blood, had to use the exclusive artifact, the Dragon Shooting Crossbow, which was bound to him. With its power, if it hit him, at most he would just break a layer of skin which could be repaired in an instant.
He is not a dragon!
Not to mention the Paladin in front of him.
Burning life sounds decisive, but it's just a handful of firewood. Even if it burns out in an instant, he can still easily crush the flames.
After the holy flames faded, the demon dragon stretched out its unharmed body again, and its cold eyes were filled with human sarcasm: "If you saw with your own eyes that the trump card you had high hopes for had this effect, would it be easier for you to face reality?"
The paladin held his breath, tightly gripping the dragon crossbow in his hand, his face full of despair and disbelief. Then he was shattered into dust by Lothar's dragon roar.
The British soldiers, who had originally held on to a last glimmer of hope, suddenly lost all their courage. However, it was easy for them to come but difficult to leave. The bridge made of ice was blown up, and countless Texas cowboys who had been galloping across the grassland and shooting accurately opened fire on the deserters who had their backs to them.
The top of the city turned into a bloody killing field.
Invaders are always the most disgusting. If it weren't for Giuliano's urgent order to keep them alive, the British soldiers, who had their retreat cut off and still had tens of thousands of soldiers left, would have been massacred.
As for the spellcasters, airships, and clergy in the sky, they were also trapped in Fulin's space blockade.
The majestic dragon flapped its wings and flew towards them. The oppressive breath alone made them feel as if a mountain was pressing down on their heads, and they couldn't even breathe smoothly.
"Surrender, or die."
The dragon's will swept across, bringing with it unquestionable oppression. In such a situation, except for those fanatical paladins, almost no one continued to persist and chose to surrender.
"Fulin, control them."
Lothar flapped his wings and flew up to the airships hanging high in the air.
His expression was slightly cold, and he seemed to have the urge to open his mouth and spit out dragon fire to sweep all the airships down.
But he knew very well that it would be a great pleasure to destroy all those British spellcasters and airships in a rage, but fighting the British to the death was definitely not a smart choice for Texas.
On the contrary, holding these prisoners and war machines in hand will be the capital for negotiations with the British.
At that time, whether it is for ransom or political exchange with the enemy, this will become a bargaining chip.
"I'll give you one minute. Immediately lower the airship to the designated location and get out to surrender."
The dragon did not speak, but his voice appeared in the ears of every air force soldier at the same time.
Colonel Brown in the London command room just smiled bitterly and picked up the communicator: "Follow the instructions of Mr. Magic Dragon."
"Colonel, shouldn't we ask His Excellency the Marshal for instructions?"
Colonel Brown sneered at his adjutant and said, "We have fought to the last moment. Facing an invincible enemy, blindly provoking them is not bravery but stupidity."
It’s easy to ask for permission from the Marshal, but what if the Marshal disagrees with surrender?
What an idiot!
Colonel Brown took off his military cap, labeling his adjutant in his mind: "Be prepared to surrender to our adversaries."
In the British camp.
A group of German military advisors have come together.
They did not come here on their own initiative, but were invited by Marshal Julian.
The main forces on the front line had already surrendered. No matter how unwilling he was, he knew that if he insisted on his own way, he would probably be shot by his soldiers.
"Respected Captain Conrad, as you can see, due to the Empire's insufficient deployment of troops in the New World, we are temporarily at a disadvantage in this war. I wonder what you think?"
The proud imperial marshal had to lower his head at this time.