paranoianovel Chapter 683: Phoenix Nirvana, Rebirth from Fire
Chapter 683: Phoenix Nirvana, Rebirth from Fire
Chapter 683: Phoenix Nirvana, Rebirth from Fire
Bend your knees and sprint.
In a very short period of time, Viviana's speed accelerated to the point of breaking the sound barrier, forming a narrow white vacuum belt in the flame field.
The domain ruled by Lothar spontaneously protected her and formed a piercing deep groove in the half of the world controlled by the three-headed dragon. The price was that the red and black dragon incarnated by Lothar had a large piece of scales torn off by the three-headed dragon.
If Lothar had not tied up most of the three-headed dragon's power, the price she would have to pay to move freely in the dragon's territory would have been extremely heavy. Even if she found Mahamu II, she would probably no longer have the ability to fight.
The territories of the two fire dragons collapsed as the dragons collided.
Crisscrossing lava rivers flowed across the land. Viviana could feel that as she went deeper and deeper into the enemy's territory, the burden-reducing effect that Lothar could bring to her was becoming weaker and weaker. She had to fight quickly and decisively!
Her eyes pierced through the diffuse volcanic ash, and then she aimed in one direction and sprinted away.
Her footsteps finally stopped beside a lava lake.
She raised the blade in both hands, and the glow of magical energy outlined the intricate inscriptions on the sword. Then, a sword light as bright as a star split the entire viscous magma lake in half.
boom--
A huge figure flew out and knocked Viviana away.
But while she was still in mid-air, she appeared behind the giant shadow in a flash, and swung out endless sword light.
clang clang clang——
The giant shadow struggled to resist, with large scars on its back, black scales and bright red blood scattered all over the ground.
"Crazy woman!"
The true appearance of the giant shadow, reflected by the flames of the lava, was Mahamu II.
His current form was like the half-dragon transformation that Lothar had performed before. Half of his body had transformed into the form of a giant dragon, with scales, flesh wings, dragon horns, and everything else.
This does not mean that Mahamu II possesses dragon blood of the same level as Losana once did, but it is a manifestation of his use of the power of the dragon.
It looked like two battles, but in fact it was just a two-on-one fight between Lothar and Viviana.
The more pressure Lothar puts on the three-headed dragon, the less power it can lend to Mahamu II. Similarly, if Mahamu II falls into danger, the dragon will have to transfer power to him, and Lothar will take the opportunity to gain the upper hand.
Although the dragon's power was great, Mahamu II was only borrowing it for the first time. Due to its inherent weakness, even if he shared part of the dragon's consciousness, it was impossible for him to compete with a legendary swordsman like Viviana in close combat.
"Do you want to die with me?"
Mahamu II looked at the sweat dripping down the other's beautiful face and being evaporated by the high temperature, and his heart was filled with powerlessness. The stronger a person is, shouldn't he cherish his life more?
Viviana didn't reply. The corners of her mouth on her pale face curled up slightly, revealing a weak smile.
She had read about the sufferings of the world, the pain of war, the tragedies in history, plagues, and massacres in books, but those were all from books. As someone born into a noble family, she had never actually come into contact with these things in depth. Even when she traveled around the world, she only took a cursory look at them.
But in Constantinople she saw real war.
We saw the blood shed by people to protect their homes, the desperate efforts of an empire in decline to save itself, and the Orthodox Christians who, under the pressure of the Ottoman butcher knife, served as cannon fodder and rushed up the city walls.
She had never known more clearly what she wanted to do than now.
There was no more confusion in her eyes, replaced by incomparable determination.
"Protecting the weak is a matter of justice."
She whispered the chivalric creed that had become outdated in the industrial age. The excessive consumption of her mental energy made her feel dizzy, but the sword in her hand still glowed with magical energy.
"Faced with a powerful enemy, we remain fearless."
"Then let's see which of us can survive."
Realizing that he could not convince Viviana, Mahamu II's expression became somewhat ferocious. In the lava lake, the fiery red lava flowed into his hands like a poisonous snake and condensed into a sharp blade with a dragon scale decorated on the hilt.
The scorching heat around him dissipated a lot in an instant, and he borrowed strength from the dragon again.
Then, without hesitation, he took the initiative to attack Viviana.
He could tell that the female knight was not in good form, and this was apparently his only chance.
Keng——
Viviana raised her sword and fought back. Her seemingly pale and shaky thin body still contained tremendous strength, which immediately put Mahamu II, who still had some confidence, into a tough battle.
With each collision, more and more cracks appeared on the blade, and red metal fragments were constantly shaken off by the magic sword in Viviana's hand as if they were hit by a forging hammer.
Viviana became the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop, and Mahamu II became the anvil under the hammer, who could only endure the heavy blows again and again and constantly borrow strength from the dragon to persevere.
Roar--
Accompanied by a shrill roar.
A huge dragon head was torn off by the red and black dragon. Lothar looked at the dragon with only two heads left and pounced on it again without giving it any chance to recover.
This heavy blow was obviously the biggest warning to the two dragons - you are facing an equally powerful opponent, and if you dare to draw power to give to Mahamu II again, you will be the one who suffers the most.
Losa is here.
It is bet that the three-headed dragon inherited by Mahmu II from his father does not have a deep so-called "bond" with him. If a cruel and violent immortal values the life of a short-lived dragonborn more than his own, is the three-headed dragon still worthy of the word "dragon"?
Just as Mahamu II had just thought, a strong man, an immortal, could not possibly not cherish his own life.
as predicted.
Mahamu II immediately found that his power was declining rapidly. The three-headed dragon reduced its "assistance" to him. This was undoubtedly a fatal price to pay for him.
Following a crisp sound.
The lava sword in his hand exploded with a snap and turned into fragments all over the sky, like exploding stars, which was very beautiful.
But what is even more beautiful is the female knight with fluttering sleeves, who looks like she walked out of a poem. She pushed through the debris and pierced the chest of Mahmud II with the sharp blade in her hand without hesitation. In the incredulous eyes of the conqueror who should have captured Constantinople and earned the name of "Fatih", she slashed his chest open along the lines of his scales with her sword.
"How. How is it possible?"
Mahamu II felt his physical strength rapidly draining away, and the contract he had concluded with the three-headed dragon began to become unclear.
In a trance, he saw a lot.
See him riding a dragon, conquering Constantinople, subduing Serbia and Albania, conquering Karaman, defeating the Aries and the Venetians, and establishing an immortal empire on the Mediterranean.
See the obedient subjects under his rule, and the trembling Christians in the north and the west.
Gorgeous silks, precious porcelain, and expensive spices were continuously delivered to his new capital, transformed into iron and fire, armed with a huge army, and created the scene of the most powerful empire in the world.
His vision gradually became blurry, and he murmured in a low voice: "Holy Fire, this should not be my future."
boom--
In the sky, the dragon that grew a new head let out an angry roar. It glared at Lothar unwillingly, and without hesitation, disappeared into the lava world.
When they appeared again, they were still on the back of the three-headed dragon.
"we won?"
Viviana tried hard to raise her weak eyes and looked across.
Losa nodded heavily and said, "We won."
It was as if the last huge stone in her heart had fallen. She instantly lost all her strength and fainted.
boom--
The dragon roared, with an implicit threat in it.
Lothar also took Viviana and flew into the sky, flying back to Constantinople in the form of a giant dragon.
When the red and black dragon reappeared in the sky, the leaderless Ottomans fell into complete chaos.
The purple-robed emperor reappeared, standing on the city wall and loudly announcing to his subjects: "The enemy chief is dead, we have won the war, Rome did not fall under the flames of the dragon, but was reborn like a phoenix from the ashes."