In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 686

c683 Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes

Bend your knees and sprint.

In a very short time, Viviana’s speed has accelerated to the point of breaking the sound barrier, forming a narrow white vacuum belt in the flame domain.

The domain controlled by Lothar spontaneously protects her, forming a piercing deep groove in the half of the world of the three-headed dragon, at the cost of Lothar’s incarnation of the red and black dragon being torn off a large piece of scale armor by the three-headed dragon.

If Lothar had not restrained most of the power of the three-headed dragon, the price she would have to pay to freely travel in the dragon’s domain would be extremely heavy. Even if she found Mahamu II, she would probably not be able to fight anymore.

The domains of the two fire dragons were crushed as the dragons collided.

The criss-crossing lava rivers flowed on the earth. Viviana could feel that as she went deeper and deeper into the opponent’s domain, the burden-reducing effect that Lothar could bring to her was getting weaker and weaker. She had to fight quickly!

Her sight passed 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 sharp blade in her hands with both hands, and the glow of magic outlined the complex inscriptions on the sword. Then, a sword light as bright as stars split the entire viscous lava lake from the center.

Boom——

A huge figure flew out and knocked Viviana away.

But she was still in the air, and she appeared behind the giant shadow in a flash, swinging endless sword light.

Clang clang clang——

The giant shadow struggled to resist, and large scars were torn on its back, black scales, and bright red blood scattered all over the ground.

“Crazy woman!”

The true face of the giant shadow was reflected by the fire color of the lava, and it 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 dragon, with scales, flesh wings, dragon horns, and everything else.

This does not mean that Mahamu II has the same level of dragon bloodline as Lothar once did, but it is a manifestation of his use of the power of the dragon.

It seems to be two battles, but in fact it is just a battle 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 power of the dragon is strong, Mahamu II is borrowing it for the first time after all. Its inherent weakness makes it impossible for him to compete with a legendary swordsman like Viviana in close combat even if he shares part of the dragon’s consciousness.

“Do you want to die with me?”

Mahamu II looked at the sweat dripping from the other’s beautiful face and steaming under the high temperature, and his heart was full of powerlessness. The stronger the person, shouldn’t he cherish his life more?

Viviana did not reply. On her pale face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a somewhat 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 a noblewoman, she had never been in deep contact with these things. Even when she traveled around the world, she only saw them superficially.

But in Constantinople, she saw the real war.

She saw the blood shed by people to protect their homes, saw the efforts of a declining empire to save itself, and saw the Orthodox Christians who rushed to the city walls as cannon fodder under the pressure of the Ottoman butcher knife.

She had never known what she wanted to do more clearly than now.

In her eyes, there was no more confusion, but instead, there was incomparable determination.

“Protecting the weak is fair and just.”

She murmured the outdated knight’s creed in the industrial age. The excessive consumption of mental power made her feel dizzy, but the sword in her hand still glowed with magic.

“Faced with a strong enemy, do not be afraid.”

“Then let’s see who can survive.”

Realizing that he could not convince Viviana, Mahamu II’s expression became a little ferocious. In the lava lake, the fiery red lava swam into his hand like a venomous snake, condensing into a sharp blade with dragon scales on the hilt.

The surrounding heat dissipated a lot for a while, and he borrowed strength from the dragon again.

Then, without hesitation, he took the initiative to attack Viviana.

He could see that the female knight was not in good condition, and this was obviously his only chance.

Clang——

Viviana raised her sword to fight back. Her pale, shaky and thin body still contained great power, which made Mahamu II, who still had some confidence, immediately fall into a bitter battle.

With each collision, the cracks on the blade became more and more, and the red metal debris was like being hit by a forging hammer, constantly shaken off by the magic sword in Viviana’s hand.

Viviana became the craftsman in the blacksmith shop, and Mahamu II became the anvil under the forging hammer, who could only bear the heavy blows again and again, and constantly borrowed 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 without giving it any chance to recover, he pounced on it again.

And this heavy blow was obviously the biggest warning to the two dragons-if you dare to draw strength to give to Mahamu II again when you are fighting against an equally matched opponent, you will be the one who suffers a heavy blow.

Lothar is betting.

I bet that the so-called “bond” with Mahamu II, the three-headed dragon he inherited from his father, is not deep. A cruel and violent immortal species, it is said that the life of a short-lived dragon descendant is very important. If they are heavier than themselves, do the three demon dragons still deserve the word “magic dragon”?

Just as Mahamu II thought just now, it is impossible for a strong man and an immortal to not value his own life.

as expected.

Mahamu II immediately discovered that his power was declining rapidly, and the three dragons reduced their “assistance” to him. For him, the price was undoubtedly fatal.

With a crisp sound.

The lava sword in his hand exploded into debris all over the sky with a snap, like exploding stars, it was really beautiful.

But what’s even more beautiful is the fluttering clothes, like the female knight walking out of the poem. She walked through the debris, and the sharp blade in her hand pierced the chest of Mahamu II without hesitation. In Constantinople, the conqueror who was named “Fatih” looked in disbelief as he slashed with his sword and cut his chest open along the lines of his scales.

“How. How is it possible?”

Mahamu II felt that his physical strength was rapidly passing away, and the contract with the three dragons began to become blurry.

In a daze, he saw a lot.

See him riding a dragon, conquering Constantinople, subduing Serbia and Albania, conquering Karaman, defeating the Aries and Venetians, and establishing an immortal empire on the Mediterranean.

See the obedient subjects under his rule, and the trembling Christians in the north and west.

Gorgeous silks, precious porcelain, and expensive spices were continuously transported to his new capital, turned into iron and fire, and armed with a large army, creating 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 shouldn’t be my future.”

boom–

In the sky, the demon dragon regenerated a head and let out an angry roar. It glared at Lothar unwillingly and disappeared into the lava world without hesitation.

When they reappeared, they were still on the backs of the three demonic dragons.

“we won?”

Viviana managed to raise her weak eyes and looked across.

Lothar nodded heavily and said, “We won.”

As if the last boulder in her heart had fallen, she instantly lost all her strength and fainted.

boom–

The dragon roared, implying a threat.

Lothar also simply flew down into the sky with Viviana, flying back to Constantinople in the form of a dragon.

When the red and black dragon reappeared in the sky, the leaderless Ottomans fell into complete chaos.

The purple-robed emperor reappeared and stood on the city wall and loudly announced to his subjects: “The enemy chief is dead. We have won this war. Rome did not fall under the flames of the dragon, but rose from the ashes like a phoenix. Rise from the ashes.”