Black sails

Chapter 570 CCIV. Massacre

Humans keep killing and killing until they get tired of it.

Zote had personally witnessed a silver dragon that was dozens of times larger than this. The storm it stirred up by flapping its wings could scrape away a layer of soil from the earth. However, its head was cut off by the Emperor, and it was stained with blood like a flood from a dam. The entire old Aram capital became red.

There was no timidity in those battles back then, let alone such a weak thing.

Today I also slayed the dragon with ease.

When the judges saw the work coming, they also took off the black seals around their mouths.

"Don't you have a spiritual spell called Fallen Heaven? If you don't use it now, then when will you wait?"

Zote urged.

The judge's voice was quite ethereal. Zote finally understood why the cloth was wrapped around it. Every word that came out was filled with the power of spiritual magic.

Humans are always learning the vocalizations of the dragons, and cannot retract and release them as freely as the dragons themselves.

"It is best to be within three hundred meters to enter the effective distance of Fallen Heaven. Otherwise, with the flexibility of the dragon, it will be difficult to hit, or the magic power will dissipate in the middle, and the power will be wasted."

The leader of the adjudicator said that if the distance can be ignored, then there is no doubt that creatures like dragons have been completely conquered by the speaker.

"Three hundred meters..."

Zote was silent for a while, and put it simply. There was a racial gap. Human mobility could never catch up with dragons. To achieve the goal of the judge, there was only one way left.

The Pope's personal edict cannot be ignored. If the dragon corpse is not seen, it will be difficult to overcome the merit.

"The main purpose of that dragon is to destroy Silver Moon City and the army's military engineering. We are not the main target. In this way, when the dragon is almost slaughtered, I will use myself as a bait to attract it. I only need to You make sure it can’t escape, and you don’t have to worry about anything else.”

Zote said calmly to the three judges.

The head judge was a little surprised. He had heard about the true identity of the leader of the Eighteenth Formation. A dragon with a wingspan of more than 100 meters was definitely a large-scale disaster. Even though he had never dealt with it, this man was so indifferent.

"Banu, take your people and follow me later. All the Swords of Time and Judges will also go with me. The rest of the people will also be ready at all times to listen to my signal gun orders."

After Zote finished speaking, she looked straight at the movements in Silver Moon City.

In this way, even if all the more than 3,000 army soldiers, including generals, were killed, there would still be a reason. It was because they had no ability and died miserably under the scorching dragon's breath.

And in Silver Moon City.

This was the first time that Garcek had gone to war like this since he woke up. Meeting someone as arrogant as Zote a few weeks ago also aroused some anger.

For her, the structure of human beings is always lower.

Diving and spinning at low altitude, the purple-black dragon's breath was continuously sprayed from the bloody mouth. Not to mention the living bodies, the earth's crust and buildings were reduced to charcoal, and the flesh and blood bodies were evaporated in an instant.

Like all the bugs in an anthill, Jarsek slaughtered everyone in Silvermoon City indiscriminately.

Although the main target is some military projects, residential buildings will definitely be affected by this huge disaster.

Garsek had witnessed the chaos before unification during the Engema period. It was the time when the world's greatest brother, Guleg, fell, and a large power vacuum needed to be filled. It was also a time of prolonged drought, natural disasters, extortionate expropriation, and frequent famines. Man-made disasters are constant in the Western Continent. It is not uncommon for people to exchange their children for food and break their bodies for cooking.

The Western Continent will always have this kind of historical cycle.

Never lament the kindness and power of the monarch. You can only lament that you are a link in the cycle that has not yet collapsed.

We cannot compare the character of human beings shaped over decades with the thinking of a long life.

Once you live for a long time, there will be some divinity in your body that humans cannot empathize with.

Garcek is not a golf club obsessed with killing. The main purpose is to deal a devastating blow to the army. Even if civilians are slaughtered, it has nothing to do with any moral good or evil, just... a historical event.

Under the devastating blow of the transcendent power, Silver Moon City, which was completely turned into a fortress by Crocodile Island, was also in such a state of unbearable condition.

The Western Continent has obviously not developed to the point of ground-to-air weapons.

All the towers and fortifications beside the city wall were burned to ashes and scattered, dancing with the wild sand of the desert.

In fear and despair, even the invincible Yalan army was in chaos, without any effective means to attack this dragon in the sky.

Crocodile Island was unable to dispatch and order all the sergeants in the city in time. Some of the heralds just wanted to escape. There was a lake in the city. In order not to be burned by the terrifying dragon's breath, many soldiers even abandoned their helmets and fled into the lake. Dive for refuge.

As for the armored heavy armored soldiers on the street who were supporting Crocodile Island, their armor became a ready-made boiler. It was like a torture method. First, extremely high-temperature iron was heated until the skin and armor were baked and stuck together. Finally, Completely hydrated with iron.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, this process takes less than a second or two and can be considered euthanasia.

Benzote has agreed to a life-and-death duel, and is about to keep Wu Sha Hao and kill Zotte to achieve great success.

But the dramatic development completely shattered Crocodile Island's ambitions.

Turning around, I saw the blazing city, blazing into the sky under the blue sky and daylight. A large amount of smoke and dust, as well as heat waves, turned the entire sky into a rippling, overlapping and distorted scene on the water.

It is difficult for Crocodile Island to have countermeasures.

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Even with the support of magic energy industry and various arcane arts, some areas of the Western Continent are even far ahead of Li Site's hometown, but it is still in the shackles of the cold weapon era.

Let's put it this way, give Song a B2 bomber, and Byzantium will be praised by you.

What's more, the various capabilities of the B2 bomber are far inferior to Garsek.

The ninth-generation aircraft belongs to it.

The only way that can be thought of at the moment is to immediately dispatch all the dispatchable troops and shoot at the dragon in the sky with long-range weapons.

Crocodile Island remained calm in the face of danger and still asked the herald to issue the order.

Also let all officers pick up the bow to shoot Garsek down.

If it were an ordinary army, Garsek would have been blown up directly, but Crocodile Island is the kind of person who insists on being hot all the time and is stubborn.

I am a great army general, and I can't deal with you?

Despite such a dangerous situation, many soldiers were organized. On the streets of the city that had not been completely destroyed and was burning, they used rapid-fire rifles or magic rifles to pour ammunition at the giant in the air.

The sound of solid bricks and stones being vitrified, the sound of air bursting in the wooden structure, and the dense sound of bullet shells being ejected, which sounded like the sound of electricity.

The Silver Moon City, which had not experienced a large-scale battle for hundreds of years, was once again turned into a purgatory on earth, accompanied by the desperate screams of people running wildly with flames all over their bodies and dying.

Countless live bullets and magic energy bullets covered the sky, and the metal storms that rushed up from all directions were so bad that even if the accuracy was poor, facing such a large target, hundreds of rounds could be hit at the same time in one second.

But Garsek was not a warlock's creation, an artificial flying dragon, she was a descendant of the World Devourer, a higher creature with pure blood.

Scales are steel armor, claws are sharp swords.

The metal bullets could not leave even the slightest mark under the purple-black scales, and the arcane energy bullets were directly absorbed, replenishing Garsek's strength.

Making its wings that swept across the sky even more powerful.

Garsek looked down at the city where military engineering had been completely destroyed, and every street was burning with fire. She paused in the air.