paranoianovel Chapter 809: The Despair of the Anglos
Chapter 809: The Despair of the Anglos
Chapter 809: The Despair of the Anglos
Some people still couldn't believe what they saw and looked around: "Where are William and Louis? And where are those Holy Shield Knights? They should have left on the teleportation array, right?"
The leader of the Royal Mage Group shook his head and said, "No one can perform space teleportation under the power of dragon flames of that magnitude."
The atmosphere became more depressing.
Someone exclaimed, "So they are all dead? Impossible. They were a whole team of Holy Shield Knights. Even if they were the King's Shield Guards, with the same number of people, their defense would not be much stronger than theirs!"
"Yes, it's impossible. The two of them are known as the spellcasters with the greatest hope of entering the legendary realm in this century. How could they just disappear like this?"
The royal wizards were chilled by the death of two respected figures who had never looked down upon them. What was even more terrifying was the terrifying recovery ability displayed by the dragon. They attacked it with all their might, but it only took a moment for it to recover as before.
How is this played?
In the sky, there were no less than two hundred paladins, clergy, and spellcasters. At this moment, it felt like the enemy was the one with more numbers and more power.
The Lone Star flag that was still flying over Wolfeburg, which was originally planned to be taken down today, was still flying high. Instead, the Union Jacks were burning in the flames of war.
At this moment, the giant beast that was comparable to the London also slowly flapped its wings and came over.
This time, no one thought that its slow flying speed made it a moving target. Although it flew slowly, the oppressive feeling it brought was like the footsteps of death, getting closer and closer, but there was nowhere to escape.
"Hail! Praise the great Dragon God!"
"Praise Mr. Lothar, praise the Guardian Dragon God!"
In the mountain city, Texans cheered and many ordinary people knelt on the ground with pious looks, contributing their faith and power into the body of the dragon.
The dragon seemed to respond and let out a melodious roar.
"grown ups?"
Standing above the mountain city, Fulin found it difficult to tell what kind of creature this huge dragon was, so she greeted it tentatively.
The dragon tilted its head slightly and nodded in a humane manner before opening its huge mouth covered with rock-colored fangs. Horrible dragon fire was brewing in its mouth.
Fulin immediately understood, and with great joy in her heart, she transformed all the power of the blood magic array into binding force, determined to catch all the ships and extraordinary people flying in the air.
I can't help feeling a little arrogant, because to this day, I am the only one who is qualified to fight alongside the adults.
Halfway up the mountain, Cherinina was bandaging Valentina.
One of her arms was hit by the enemy's holy weapon and was almost completely carbonized. It had to be amputated. Anyway, with the wolf clan's recovery ability, a new one could be grown quickly.
At this moment, the two of them, as well as dozens of Saluzzo assassins, were looking up at the newly appeared dragon in the sky. The sense of oppression it brought was so strong, as if all the mountains were its territory and the world had to obey its will.
This legendary ancient dragon can be regarded as a disaster-level beast no matter in which era.
Valentina was a little upset: "Well, we fought so hard, but I didn't expect you guys had such a strong trump card hidden. Why don't you show it earlier? Who knows, maybe the British will even lose the confidence to continue fighting?"
“I don’t recognize it”
Cherinina was a little hesitant. The aura of this newly appeared dragon made her feel both strange and familiar.
"It's good that you don't recognize it. I thought it was also a form of Lothar. That would be too scary."
Valentina breathed a sigh of relief, thinking back to the past when the two of them were sparring, she had clearly the upper hand. However, after coming to the New World, she realized that this guy had countless hidden cards.
"But I have a hunch that he is the adult."
Although Cherinina was just guessing, her tone became more certain.
The smile on Valentina's face froze for a moment, and then she asked, "By the way, are you guys at Babel Tower still hiring? I don't ask for the same treatment as you do. As long as Losa helps our Saluzzo family take over a territory that's about the size of Texas, I'll warm his bed for him."
Cherinina couldn't help but open her mouth slightly. Before she could say anything, she saw Valentina stretched out a finger to block it: "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. I'm not interested in using the same finger as my best sister."
The assassins from the Saluzzo family immediately laughed in good faith, but they were still feeling a little disappointed in their hearts. Logically speaking, their young lady was not much less beautiful than the one from the Basilicata family. If they could really get similar treatment, they all wanted to persuade their young lady to obey.
Admiral George, who had just led his men to repel the Saluzzo assassins and was now looking at the dragon that appeared in the sky in a daze, suddenly saw the communicator running towards him: "It's the communication from His Excellency the Marshal!"
He took the communicator numbly, and the irritable voice of Marshal Julian came from the other side: "Admiral George, did you see the dragon?"
"Of course, Your Excellency the Marshal."
"Why don't you send out the dragon slayer beside you?"
"But the dragon-shooting crossbow has run out of arrows, Your Excellency Marshal."
Marshal Julian emphasized: "Try again."
"you sure?"
Admiral George could not help but advise: "Have you forgotten how much we paid to kill that red and black tyrant? Even if the artifact given by the Ottomans can really work again, can we afford such a price again?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the messy artillery position: "Do you know how many of us died? It's only been half a day!"
"Do you have any ideas?"
Admiral George could hear the chill and anger in the other party's tone, but he still said firmly: "Cease the war. We have lost. Now it is most important to strive for a decent result. The Texans have proved that they are qualified to own this mineral vein and have a place in the New World."
"No, it's impossible!"
Marshal Julian roared angrily. After he took over the expeditionary force, he not only lost the Iron Duke, a banner figure of the empire, but also suffered heavy casualties and his repeated requests for help were in vain.
Including today, two great imperial nobles who were of high status, extremely talented and likely to become legendary masters in the future were killed.
Such a result is already a disastrous defeat, and it happened in front of their allies. Even if Germany and the Empire are indispensable to each other and are destined to stand together, there are many details worth negotiating about who is the dominant one and who is the vassal. What is the basis? Isn't it strength that speaks?
If he just reported the defeat and made peace with the Texans, he would not even have the chance to be exiled to the New World and would be directly brought to a military court.
The enraged Field Marshal no longer cared about his noble dignity and started to curse at the other end of the line: "George, do you think you can stay out of this if I go to court-martial? I am not going to repeat my order again! Either do as I say, or you are wasting military opportunities!"
"Then, as you wish."
George sighed deeply and looked at a paladin beside him. He was the so-called dragon slayer. The one who used the dragon crossbow before had died, and now he was the new one.
His existence was originally just a precaution, and almost no one, including Admiral George, believed that the Texans had dragons.
Admiral George looked at the dragon slayer: "I'm sorry."
The dragon slayer made a cross on his chest and said with a smile: "Mr. Admiral, you don't have to feel guilty about me. This is the sacred mission given to me by God. The dragon will surrender. God bless the empire and God bless the queen."
"God save the Queen."
Admiral George returned the salute somewhat insincerely, and then he saw the paladin holding the dragon-shooting crossbow, who rode on a Pegasus without looking back and flew into the clouds.
Admiral George, who had been standing there stiffly for a long time, seemed to have turned into a sculpture.
Ah.
He looked around and saw the young soldiers who were killed by white crystal grenades and had their throats slit by wolf assassins, all sitting on the ground - Colonel Brown was actually right, this war should not have been fought from the beginning.
You shouldn't fight even if you win.
After the Boer War, the empire actually acquired a lot of gold mines and land, but it still suffered huge losses on the books because all the profits were taken by the great nobles and capitalists.
Even if Texas is captured, what can these young soldiers who have shed blood and sacrificed their lives gain?