Soul of Burning Steel

The storm swept across the land like the most savage giant, made the trees tremble, and the waves swept the South Sea.

In the far south and far seas, Ada Gray Island, the Seven Sacred Mountains, which had been calm due to the magic circle, are now shrouded in cold rain. Among the thunder and thunder, the sound of dragons and killing sounds can be heard from the island.

With the scepter in his hand, Pastor Guevara wiped away the blood that flowed from his forehead. He kicked away the smashed head of a flying dragon at his feet, and then leaned on the doorpost of the temple, panting violently.

The smell of iron filled his mouth, and the battle was over.

In front of this shore temple near the island, there are fragments of mad dragon corpses, some of which are mixed with some puppet parts. The smell of blood mixed with the rotten smell of the dragon body forms an indescribable smell. Just like the canned herring that is a specialty of Mager Island in Xishan, ordinary people will retch as long as they smell it.

But the strong priest ignored the smell.

He had long been used to the stench of corpses.

Since the mad dragon surrounded the holy mountain, this kind of battle has happened frequently. The flying dragons can't do anything to the magical defense of the temple, and the few priests can't really defeat the large number of dragon beasts. The two sides are fighting in every corner of the island. Fragmented and fierce offensive and defensive battles left behind a large number of corpses.

Gray Island is now full of corpses, scattered dragon wings and limbs, broken dragon bodies and heads scattered all over the place, turning the originally holy holy land into a butcher's shop in a slum, exuding the stench of inferior carrion.

After recovering a bit of energy, Guevara's gaze became solid. He looked around at the corpses in front of the temple, and then looked at the sky - bloody flying dragons, led by several wounded and powerful dragons, were screaming and fleeing. Towards the sky, and behind them, there are several streams of light from divine spells.

Today, the fourth wave of the mad dragon's attack failed again, but the pastor didn't feel any joy in his heart, but was extremely heavy.

There are hundreds of thousands of flying dragons besieging the holy mountain. Even if they are powerful, there are less than a thousand five-color giant dragons with wisdom. That is an extremely terrifying force. If they gather all their strength, they are enough to turn the Far South into flat ground. Only those forces with legendary strongmen can survive. The reason why they can gain the upper hand now is only because those wild dragons are just victims used to consume their energy, not the real main force of the opponent.

This is not the first time Guevara has participated in this kind of defensive war. He also participated in the last battle where the giant beasts of the deep sea raided the holy mountain. He also used divine magic to kill a ten-armed giant.

But for the first time, the pastor felt that the Holy Mountain would lose in this war.

"Guevara, how many puppet guards are there?"

Inside the temple, there was the tired voice of his colleagues, mixed with the chants of many mid-level priests maintaining the ceremony, the strong priest who was lost in thought came back to his senses, and then replied loudly: "It's all gone, the mad dragon just now There is a blue dragon mixed in, and in order to save its head, there is not a single magic puppet left."

"Damn it, you have to save some time, these puppets are all silver-ranked products!" An angry reprimand came from inside the temple, but then the voice also sighed: "Forget it, the ceremony is about to end, we will Can abandon this dangerous shore temple and return to the central temple area to defend."

What exactly is the ceremony that needs to be launched simultaneously by the thirteen temples at the port on the west coast of the island? Do you want to continue even in such a dangerous situation?

Guevara swallowed this sentence back to his stomach. He is not the kind of person who would question orders. Although the instructions from the central temple area are very weird, they, the clergy, only need to obey orders—you know, In order to ensure the completion of the task, the Central Temple dispatched seventeen gold-level priests and paladins, as well as twice the number of mid-level priests and hundreds of steel puppet guards. This power is enough to maintain two lines of defense. , and defeated several mad dragon brigades led by giant dragons head-on.

And this is just to ensure that this half-hour ceremony can be successfully completed.

In the sky, a spot of light suddenly lit up, followed by four slender red beams of light, which pierced through the cloudy clouds, and then produced a violent explosion. The blazing fire swept away the clouds and mists, causing hundreds of dragon beasts to The corpses fell one after another.

Guevara glanced at the place where the red light was shining, and then nodded appreciatively.

That was reinforcements from the empire, the artillery fire of a floating warship.

Ten days ago, a flying steel warship broke through the blockade of the mad dragon and came over the holy mountain. It is said that this warship named Gale was aided by the Church and the Northern Empire after a transaction. Originally, the pastor had a slight prejudice against this seemingly fragile steel battleship, and was also dissatisfied with the stingy empire that only sent one warship, but in the defensive battle shortly afterwards, that stereotyped impression was replaced by the fierce The artillery fire completely shattered.

This floating battleship has no resistance to the surprise attack of the strong, but it is extremely powerful against the suppression of ordinary berserk flying dragons that are less than gold rank. Its single battleship is worth ten gold priests attacking at the same time. The firepower is far beyond everyone's imagination. Forty alchemy cannons tilt the fire rain, and can kill more than a dozen flying dragons in an instant.

It has almost no disadvantages except that it needs to be turned off to cool down after more than ten minutes of full fighting.

Thanks to the battleship and the puppet guards, so far there have been no major casualties in the Holy Mountain. Although everyone is tired, the foundation is not damaged.

The icy rain mixed with the cold wind fell, dispelling the stench around the temple. Guevara, who was guarding his colleagues to perform the ceremony, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Ada Gray Island, where the holy mountain is located, is itself a huge magical magic circle, which can control the weather within a radius of nearly a thousand square kilometers and stop the storm. Now, what covers the holy mountain, whether it is cloudy clouds or rain, are five-color dragons. The unnatural magical celestial phenomenon set off to facilitate the invasion will temporarily stop after the invasion is over.

But... why hasn't it stopped?

"Fifth wave! Prepare to meet the enemy!" From another temple not far away, a loud roar came from another temple: "The ceremony is about to be completed! Hold on for a few tens of seconds!"

"—Bastard!" Already hearing the roar of dragons from the sky, Guevara braced himself. He raised the scepter in his hand, looked up at the black shadows passing by in the sky, and traces of whiteness floated around the priest. point of light, roared loudly: "There is no end!"

The temple, which was stained with countless dragon blood, also glowed with brilliance. The array of divine spells inscribed in it echoed the holy light of the priest, forming translucent barriers one after another.

In the cloudy sky, countless crazy flying dragons flew out, and a few real giant dragons were mixed in, commanding these ignorant dragon beasts. Most of the dragon beasts rushed towards the towering holy mountain and the surrounding central temple area, but a small part scattered and rushed towards the scattered temples all over the island.

Hundreds of berserk flying dragons swarmed towards the temple guarded by Guevara. The strong priest raised his eyebrows. The scepter in his hand touched the ground, and then spread out a circular circle of holy light.

Behind him, there was a chant involving time and space, and inexplicable power was transmitted from the thirteen temples, and a huge blue door was outlined in the sky above the western coast.

Guevara, on the other hand, had no time to pay attention to the door above his head. All his attention was focused on the incomparably ferocious lizards in front of him. The priest solemnly controlled the magic array of the entire temple, preparing to deal with the impact.

But the expected impact did not come.

The faint blue door was completely completed at the moment the flying dragon leaned over to charge, and a huge ark nearly 200 meters long fell from the sky just like that.

----boom! ! ! !

The damaged ark covered in scars fell to the ground from a height of tens of meters. The impact of the terrifying weight caused the soil to fluctuate like the surface of water. Even the berserk flying dragon let out a long cry in fright, and then turned its head back to the ground. Sky, prepare for the next shock.

"Seven gods, what's going on—"

Mr. Guevara, who was fearless at first, also gasped in shock. He had no idea what the ceremony he was guarding was for, so he was not mentally prepared for the ark falling from the sky—not to mention the ark on the ark. There was also a hint of abyss, which made the pastor feel uncomfortable.

The purification ability of the holy mountain easily eliminated the remaining abyssal breath on the ark, and the order fluctuation brought by the glowing fire on the top also made Guevara understand that this is a giant ship belonging to the church, and he, who is quick-minded, immediately I know that the ceremony I and others are performing is probably to summon this giant ship back to the holy mountain.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Just when the priest's attention was attracted by the ark and he lost his mind slightly, a strong alienated flying dragon saw the timing and swooped down from the sky. Its speed surpassed the sound in an instant, bringing There was a sharp pop.

The attack of flying dragons is the most difficult attack for them to defend. The huge body of more than ten meters long carries its own huge mass, which is enough to break through most of the shields. Even gold-level fighters must be careful not to be lost by them. Balanced, the translucent barrier around the temple was shattered with the sound of glass shattering, and the alienated flying dragon rushed towards Guevara who had just reacted.

In the blink of an eye, the pastor's heart tightened. He knew that his terror was more dangerous than good.

But a huge steel plate flew across the sky suddenly, smashing the flying dragon that had already jumped ten meters in front of Guevara, and then hit the wall of the temple not far away, making a huge roar.

"……Huh?"

Blinking his eyes, the strong priest suddenly trembled. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the place where the steel plate fell - the body of a half-remained alienated dragon was still twitching, and half of its body was covered by the white steel plate. It was crushed into meatloaf and pasted on the wall, and on the solid wall of the temple that was not damaged in the slightest after many battles, a large cobweb-like crack appeared in the center, and half of the temple was crumbling.

In mid-air, hundreds of berserk flying dragons couldn't help but did not take advantage of the opportunity that the temple barrier was shattered to continue attacking, but flew upside down in panic and fled, as if there was something terrifying in front of them. This was the first time Guevara saw a lost The wise drake showed fear.

Those dragons and beasts also failed to escape. From the broken ark, a black and red battle qi line suddenly flew out. This line looked ordinary in thickness, but its speed was extremely fast. Only a few flickers were seen, and most of the flying dragons were killed. The line split into two, and the body gushing out dragon blood fell straight down and fell to the ground.

In addition, there were beams of light composed of holy light rising from the ark, wiping out all the remaining flying dragons—noticing the abnormality in this direction, a large number of flying dragons sprang up in the sky, and there were a few real flying dragons among them. The giant dragon led the team, and they quickly flew to the west of the island, preparing to completely empty out the scattered temples nearby.

But halfway through the flight, the entire group of dragons turned around. They lingered in the air, not daring to attack rashly. The leading dragons looked at each other in the air, and these intelligent beings all felt a bit of chill.

And at this moment, a group of people walked out of the ark.

Two paladins, a nun, and a black-haired, red-eyed warrior lead them.

Joshua looked up at the sky, the wandering dragons and the thunder that tore through the clouds, he touched his chin with some doubts: "The mad dragon launched a general attack? It's not so fast, is it?"

The typhoon in the far sea has not yet blown up, and the sacred magic circle of the holy mountain has not been naturally suppressed. As long as the five-color dragons are not crazy, they will not besiege the impregnable holy mountain at this time.

But the current situation is indeed not good. The soldier stood on the ark and glanced condescendingly around. The gray island is full of scattered corpses of wild dragons, and there are also a large number of broken parts of the puppet guards.

The puppet guard of the church is a powerful divine magic construct. Its cost is extremely low, and it can be formed spontaneously with only forged steel and a magic core. These steel guards are generally humanoid. They have the strength of middle and high-level silver, and they are not afraid of death from injury. Except that they cannot be mass-produced and can only be made by high-level priests one by one, they have almost no shortcomings.

Today, there are thousands of damaged puppet guards just where Joshua can see, which is equivalent to a year's inventory of the Holy Mountain. One must know that the church would not have produced so many puppets without orders.

"Holy Mountain is conducting a test battle with the mad dragon."

Saya took a step forward, golden lines of light lit up all over her body, forming a stick figure-like image of an angel, a faint halo hovered above the head of the big nun, accumulating the power of the holy light: "Looks like we came back at the wrong time."

"No, isn't that right?"

Joshua exchanged glances with the two paladins beside him, and he, Robzek, and Loranda showed wild smiles at the same time: "Have you rested?"

"You just fought with all your strength against Mandagal, so we should ask you this question." The blond paladin replied lightly. He was unable to help him in the battle against the Crystal Demon Dragon because of the brain-eating worm. The upper soldier is busy, and now he is holding his breath, intending to vent: "Why don't you take a rest this time, let's get rid of these flying insects."

There was no reply, and the warrior waved his hand twice again, killing several berserk flying dragons in the air with his solid fighting spirit.

In the next second, he jumped straight up and flew into the sky.

laugh!

In an instant, among the group of wild dragons who were still hovering over the temple, holding a wait-and-see attitude, a cloud of blood mist burst out suddenly, and all the flying dragons were completely crushed by an invisible force, not even the slightest remnant was left. The wind blows.

Only those giant dragons mixed in with the flying dragons could see clearly, it was a pitch-black shadow that was speeding through the mid-air, killing all the crazy dragons.

At this moment, space and time seemed to be frozen, and only a soldier could be seen appearing behind dozens of berserk flying dragons at the same time as if teleporting. With a punch, the terrifying waves of air had not yet had time to expand and spread. Clouds of blood mist erupted from the bodies of these flying dragons, and countless purple-black dragon blood spurted out. Their scales flew away, and their bodies were cracked with countless wounds, and then they were crushed into minced meat by great force.

One hundredth of a second later, the bursting air wave turned into a gust of red gust, carrying the stench of flying dragon blood, and spread in all directions!

"Extremely good!"

"Extreme-level fighter!"

"What's going on, how could there be an extra extreme fighter suddenly?! Aren't all the strong human beings on the holy mountain under strict surveillance? When did this person appear?!"

It was the second and third holy flash that made them completely collapse. Robzek and Lolanda rushed into the sky one after another, and started massacring the dragons. The flying dragon was smashed into nothingness, and even a commanding dragon was found, and it was killed by two paladins in a few seconds.

And Saya came to the side of the temple, took over the control of the magic array from the sluggish Guevara, and began to weave huge magic arrays, which restrained nearly a hundred flying dragons, They were torn from the sky and fell to the ground, causing waves of earth.

"Two Jiyis! Let's go!" "The situation is wrong, let's go back and find support!" "This is an ambush!"

The chaotic group of dragons turned around in a panic under the command of the giant dragon, intending to escape. These frightened giant dragons flew rapidly, intending to escape from this terrifying area as soon as possible.

But before they could escape, two cold lights lit up from the direction of the holy mountain and flew towards the temple on the west coast of the island.

In an instant, the cold light pierced through the two dragons in midair, exploding a large cloud of blood mist, and then just brushed past Joshua's side and landed on the ground.

Some astonished warriors did not continue to chase the fleeing dragons. He lowered his head and looked at the place where the light fell. The warrior stared at them for a while, and then showed a smile.

He landed on the ground and walked towards the two cold lights.

A huge sword, a huge axe, and two weapons so huge that ordinary people can't lift them were inserted in the solid stone path of the temple, shaking slightly, as if they were calling for their masters.

"Slaughtering the weak is not my kind of battle, it's always the same."

Stepping forward, he lifted the giant sword and the big axe. Joshua held the hilt of the sword and axe tightly with his right hand and his left hand, and said softly to the weapons he hadn't seen for a long time: "Are you going to get bored?"

"of course not."

The voices of the boys and girls replied in tacit understanding at the same time.

"As long as you are with the master, no matter what the battle is."