paranoianovel Chapter 700: The Ascending Dragon Tiamat
Chapter 700: The Ascending Dragon Tiamat
Chapter 700: The Ascending Dragon Tiamat
Lothar jumped on his horse and whipped his horse, leaving his Winged Hussar Guards who were surrounding him, and came to the front of the battle alone, causing the Crusaders to exclaim in surprise.
Philip Augustus frowned and said, "What is this guy going to do? Have a knightly duel with the pagans? It's already so late!"
Europe did have a tradition of dueling on the battlefield, but it often occurred during conflicts between lower-class noble territories.
Due to the backward siege technology, the defenders held on to the castle, and it was difficult for the attackers to win even with an advantage in military strength, or in other words, they won at a slight cost.
On the other hand, the defenders also have to endure the harsh environment in the castle, and have to consider the possibility of their territory being looted and their people being massacred. Even if the enemy retreats, how will they clean up the mess?
In addition, the attackers and defenders were often related, so in order to prevent the battle from turning into a protracted, mutually destructive war of attrition, the tradition of dueling before the battle came into being.
In addition, most of the soldiers participating in the war at this time were non-professional soldiers with low levels of organization, so their morale had to be constantly boosted so that the war could be fought.
The witch behind him nodded and said, "Looking at the posture, it seems like it."
Philip said anxiously, "That's a dragon, a dragon that can block out the sun when its wings are spread. What is he doing out there? Is he going to use the sword in his hand to trim the scales of that monster? Why don't you send that Knight of Glory out!"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Duke Lothar said he has a way to deal with the dragon. I don't think he would joke about such a big thing."
The witch consultant beside him chuckled and said as she chewed the newly popular coffee beans. This little refreshing thing tasted as bad as sawdust after chewing it for a long time, but all its shortcomings were unimportant in front of its weak effect of helping to restore mental strength.
"Besides, I told you that this Duke Lothar is very powerful. If he really dares to take up an armed sword to slay the dragon, he will definitely scrape the bones instead of trimming the feet. Let's wait and see."
Philip snorted and said, "Of course I know. He is not crazy. If the Crusades are destroyed, he will be the one who suffers the most."
"You are not like the wise and calm you of the past."
“It’s just a matter of great importance.”
"I think you are just simply scared."
The witch hiding in the shadows behind him had her red lips slightly curled up.
The cunning fox who sits behind the scenes and is good at calculating people's hearts turns out to have such a fragile side. Although he is also a rare and outstanding monarch, he is far inferior to that person - no wonder so many powerful characters have joined his army.
The dragon in the sky covered the sky with clouds, and the shadow it cast swallowed up Lothar completely.
Lothar raised one arm, and a small and exquisite crossbow appeared in his hand. As his power was injected into it, the crossbow quickly expanded and turned into a giant crossbow that was as tall as a person.
Its surface is covered with mottled rust marks, which are the resentful dragon blood left by the giant dragon that was killed by this crossbow arrow in the past.
In Lothar's ears and in front of his eyes, countless dragon ghosts were dragging their illusory bodies and roaring at him - but these ferocious creatures could only pass through his body again and again in vain and could not hurt him at all.
After all, this thing has become his exclusive prop. What if it devours its owner at any time?
Although it would be useless even if it was devoured.
"Your Excellency the Duke is going to shoot that guy down with a crossbow?"
"Even if that thing is shot, it will only injure a piece of its scale. What use can it be?"
"There will definitely be a miracle. After all, that is Lothar the Victor. We have never failed since he came to the Holy Land."
The Crusaders had different expressions. From the outside, the strength gap between the two was too great, but in their hearts, they all hoped that Lothar could really get rid of the dragon, and hoped that the miracle in their eyes would really come true - this was what everyone wanted!
It seemed as if endless power, like a dam bursting, flowed from Lothar's body and poured into the dragon-shooting crossbow in his hand. With the naked eye, a golden arrow was quickly taking shape in its arrow slot.
The power of the Dragon Shooting Crossbow was indeed greatly weakened without the crossbow arrows, but this reduced power was seemingly made up as Lothar invested his strength at all costs.
On the dragon's back, Ilis, the lord of the abyss who was unleashed by the demon hunter, laughed heartily. The smile on his face suddenly stopped. At this time, he was connected with the dragon under him, and naturally could feel Tiamat's fear of the rusty giant crossbow.
It was a magical weapon, a murderous weapon that had shot and killed countless dragons and was cursed by many dragons!
Any dragon that sees this weapon should destroy it at all costs!
But unfortunately, it seemed that its mind was not sound enough, or perhaps most of the dragons that made up its "soul" were of inferior quality. It rarely felt angry, but mostly felt fear.
This sentiment also infected Elise.
It knows better than Shemer what kind of "person" its opponent is.
To be honest, it actually didn't want to have anything to do with this guy named Lothar anymore, but ever since it was suppressed by the power of rules that day and signed the contract, it could feel the terrifying "summoning" every once in a while.
Once, it was clearly enjoying a bloody meal, but when it woke up, it found that its soul was almost sucked away - if it had not broken free in time, it would have been eaten by the snake.
"Damn it! I just wanted to recover my strength in this world and return to the Abyss, but you insisted on taking me there as a slave!"
The more Ilis thought about it, the angrier she became. She urged the dragon to lower its head, and a breath of five-colored dragon flame poured out.
As Losara drew his bowstring and aimed at the dragon above his head, a ray of golden light descended from the sky and landed on him, turning his mount, clothes and armor all golden, as if God had bestowed divine power on the agents of the world and required them to use it as a basis to kill the evil dragon.
There was total silence on the field.
Many people held their breath and stared at this scene.
There were also countless Crusaders who dared not look directly at this miracle and knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.
...
Shemaier, who was standing opposite him, also had a solemn expression on his face: "Another divine weapon..."
Artifact is a general term, which is not rare to Shemaier. He can kill many gods with one hand, let alone the artifacts they left behind.
But the item that Lothar took out was obviously not an ordinary item. It was a divine weapon that was in no way inferior to the holy spear in the hands of the so-called "Angel Descendant" Knight.
Even from his perspective, among all the artifacts he had seen in his life, only the wedge-shaped clay tablet could hold its own.
But the value of the cuneiform clay tablet cannot be simply described as a divine artifact. It represents the extraordinary heritage of an ancient civilization. For any orthodox wizard, it is much better than a divine artifact.
Of course, those unconventional methods definitely don’t count, and they will most likely throw this stuff away as garbage.
Also, since the death of Alexander, Egypt has changed hands repeatedly and the inheritance has been broken. If it is really a thousand-year empire like the Eastern Empire, it must have a wizard of Anna's level to inherit the mantle of the previous generation.
"Sure enough, this guy is not that easy to deal with."
Shemer whispered softly.
"It's a pity that you don't know how powerful a true legend can be."
Wedge-shaped clay tablets rose out of thin air and revolved around Shemayer like stars surrounding the sun.
He stretched out a finger, pointed to the sky, and uttered two words.
“Ascend to the Gods!”
In the clouds, there seemed to be a staircase leading to heaven looming.
The evil dragon, which had opened its bloody mouth and spewed out five-colored dragon flames, had its entire body bathed in infinite light. When it appeared again, those mottled blocks of color and different wings had all merged into one whole.
Black scales, red horns, and three pairs of fiery red wings vibrating slowly.
It is no longer a simple and crudely pieced together fusion beast, but a true advanced dragon. It is of the same nature as the Indominus Rex, but is undoubtedly a divine dragon that is countless times more powerful.