DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 266: Near Death of the Golden Lion. Demi-Devil Scheme
The Dark Throne is not nervous. Instead, calmly explained, "I don't know. Someone in the Dark Church has betrayed me. I'll make that traitor pay the price."
"Devil demi-bodies only come out to poison the continent when we are not here. When we return, we can still suppress them again, like five thousand years of money. Now, the most important thing is the personality of the god."
The Throne of Fire opened its mouth to speak.
Archer was silent by the other words. His eyes were complicated, and his expression was constantly changing.
The three thrones had made the right choice. If it was him, he would definitely agree to this decision, but it was Joelson.
"Father."
A cold voice sounded in his ears. Archer turned his head and discovered that Joelson was looking at him coldly.
"One for each of us. We're balanced."
Joelson said to him indifferently. Then he turned to the three thrones and said in a mocking tone, "Do you want a divine spark? Are you sure you are ready to face the Dark Demon Dragon head-on?"
Three thrones were stunned.
Suddenly, the expression of the Flame Monarch changed drastically. He shouted in a low voice, "Damn it, we have been deceived by this child. He wants to escape!"
The three thrones immediately reacted and sealed the void at the same time. However, Joelson's figure became increasingly dim as he disappeared in front of them with a mocking expression on his face.
"Pursue!"
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There are demi-devils everywhere.
Moreover, this group of demi-demons had a mixed winged human bloodline. Not only could they fly but their bodies were also extremely agile and their attacks were extremely ferocious. Oswede heard her friends dying amid screams of pain.
"Suck!"
Oswede only protected the little girl in his arms. He waved the long sword in his hand and, each time he attacked, he could unleash a powerful golden flame and kill a large number of demi-devils.
He can't care about anyone else. He could only take the little girl and flee south.
This place is not far from the battle line. Maybe they'll face reinforcements.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Oswede flew through the air and gently comforted the little girl in his arms. The little girl looked at him with her eyes wide open. He had forgotten his fear.
Oswede turned around and saw the sub-devil growing further and further away. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a soft laugh suddenly sounded in his ears. It was as if someone was clapping gently.
"This is the Golden Lion again. You managed to escape last time. You won't be so lucky this time."
A handsome and graceful young man in a black-gold robe appeared in front of Oswede. He was looking at her with a smile.
As he looked at this person, a chill rose from the depths of Oswede's heart and spread throughout his body.
His gaze gradually became solemn as he read his name with great difficulty.
"The Dark Boy, Webster."
Oswede involuntarily hugged the little girl tightly. He took a deep breath and held the long sword with one hand.
"Still want to fight?"
Webster yawns from boredom.
Oswede took advantage of the moment when he was most relaxed and thrust his sword forward.
The golden fire battle aura turned into a huge blade of light, rippling through the air with a terrifying momentum.
But Webster casually slapped him, as if he was driving away annoying flies.
Oswede's full-strength attack was easily destroyed by him.
Both are not on the same level.
Oswede's heart was completely submerged. His face was bitter and he could barely hold his sword.
Helplessness, despair. This was a feeling even more painful than death.
A cold little hand slowly stroked Oswede's cheek.
Osweden. He lowered his head and saw the little girl silently staring at him.
"I'm not afraid."
He said softly.
Oswede almost cried. Waves of courage emerged from the bottom of his heart and his gaze gradually became firm.
He could die but the little girl in his arms could not die here!
The golden flames rose sharply, rapidly rising to a realm comparable to Webster's.
"It's amazing."
Webster's face revealed a hint of surprise and he praised, "He really burned the origin of his combat aura. Absolutely stunning. As expected of the Golden Lion."
"Junk!"
Oswede cursed in a low voice and slashed down with his sword.
Webster didn't dare to accept it directly. He dodged temporarily but he took this opportunity to escape quickly. His speed was more than twice as fast as before.
Webster shook his head in disappointment. "So you're still a coward, hehe."
Webster's figure disappeared into the air.
...
Oswede's face was pale and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. The armor on his back was almost completely destroyed.
He received Webster's attack directly and, in order to protect the little girl in his arms, he could feel that her internal organs had been destroyed.
He doesn't know how much longer he can hold on.
The little girl on his arm desperately used her hands to wipe the blood coming out of his mouth, as if this would prevent his injuries from becoming more serious.
Oswede's figure swayed in the air.
Webster follows behind him casually, enjoying this cat-and-mouse game.
"The "Golden Lion is indeed worthy of being called the Golden Lion. Ten minutes ago, I thought you were going to die."
A whole hearted praise came from behind him. Oswede's progress has been blurred.
Will he reach it?
Oswede himself did not know where he was headed. It was just an obsession that kept him going.
Least of all...
He could not see her die with his own eyes.
A bitter smile appeared on Oswede's face. Strength kept flowing out of his body. He was like a bird with broken wings, slowly falling down.
'I can't do it. I really don't have any more power.'
Oswede looked at the crying little girl in front of him. Lips vibrate. He wanted to say something but he could not make a sound.
He saw Webster slowly raise his right hand and a black light gathered on his palm.
"Because you want to protect her, then die with her."
Webster looked at him with pity.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light appeared like a comet and quickly slashed towards Webster.
A warm white light enveloped Oswede and his life force returned to his body.
A great healing spell?
Oswede opened her eyes with great difficulty. He saw a woman with six light wings on her back and an extremely perfect face descending from the sky.
He was followed by dozens of saint-level masters.
That's her!
A glimmer of hope emanated from Oswede's eyes.
Holy Zither.
It's saved.
The little girl hugged Oswede tightly. The two lay on the ground, leaning against each other. A person constantly cast healing spells on their body and the wounds on their body got better.
Turning to look at Webster, Oswede's face showed a smile that belonged to the winner.
In the end, he survived, along with the people he wanted to protect.
'Now, the one who has to escape is you.'
What was surprising was that Webster showed no signs of panic when he saw the Sacred Zither and the many saint-level masters. Instead, he revealed a satisfied smile.
"It's okay."
Webster patted his chest and sighed, "I'm really afraid this guy won't be able to pull you in even if he dies."
Huh huh?