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Fafnir then let out another shriek—he lunged at the other English dragon.

Boom!

The two dragons, intertwined, crashed into the stone walls of Orleans with a deafening roar.

Countless stones and rubble were shattered and fell from the city walls, landing on the deserted streets and creating craters.

The black dragon's eyes flashed with a fierce red light.

He opened his dragon mouth, which was full of sharp teeth, and spewed out fierce flames at the dragon embedded in the city wall in front of him.

With a loud bang—!

The flames swept forward, and upon hitting the wall, they dispersed to both sides like waves.

The next moment, the ashes of the English dragon's head drifted away in the wind.

Perhaps their usual invincibility had bred arrogance, for the remaining three English dragons only realized what had happened after their two companions had been killed one after another.

They began to launch a team-based counterattack.

Three English dragons began to fly around the black dragon, surrounding him as if on a hunt.

In an instant——

Two of the English dragons lunged at the black dragon that the boy had transformed into.

This was actually a deadly attack.

Given that it would be facing attacks from two directions simultaneously, a normal person (dragon) would instinctively try to dodge in the remaining direction.

After all, being bitten or being caught in a trap are both extremely dangerous things.

but--

If you simply dodge it, you'll fall into another trap.

Because a third dragon is waiting for such a thing.

The moment the black dragon dodges, it will begin its attack—an attack that is absolutely unavoidable.

This is the dragon's teamwork!

however--

What the three English dragons didn't expect was...

Their seemingly flawless plan had a fatal flaw.

That is-

What if the other party has no intention of avoiding it at all?

Faced with two English dragons charging towards it, the black dragon made no attempt to evade them.

The dragon's sharp teeth bit into his body.

A sharp whistle shot straight into the sky, breaking through the clouds that obscured the clear night sky.

The next moment, the black dragon grabbed the two English dragons that were attacking it from the left and right, and then swooped down towards the ground with them!

Bang!

A wave of fire erupted at the point where the three dragons landed.

The powerful impact swept everything it touched into the intense heat, then burned it to ashes.

In an instant, the ground of Orleans was transformed into an endless inferno, with everything in sight becoming a sea of ​​fire.

The last English dragon, seeing the scene before it, quickly understood what had happened.

The black dragon that suddenly appeared charged towards the ground with its two dragon companions, and spewed out powerful flames the moment it arrived.

This is actually not much different from the previous attack—it just guarantees that two dragons that get close to you will be killed at the same time.

But as a price to pay.

He who launched such an attack must have been engulfed by the flames.

The English dragon couldn't help but feel both relieved and apprehensive—if another one had come, it might not have been able to handle it.

But right now.

A piercing scream shot into the sky from the black smoke of purgatory.

The black dragon, engulfed in flames, rose once more and stared intently at the other dragon in the sky.

not dead? !

The English dragon could not believe what he was seeing.

But he knew that such a dragon could not be left alive.

That would wipe out all the honors England has achieved on this land!

The English dragon flew into the sea of ​​fire—he was going to kill this black dragon from this foreign land right here!

however--

The English dragons cannot defeat the black dragon before them.

No matter how many times it was knocked down with its sharp teeth and claws, the black dragon would always rise again and again.

He seemed to be burning with some indescribable belief.

This is... an enemy that can never be defeated!

[You, with the Dragon Mask, miraculously defeated five English dragons on this moonlit night.]

However, due to exhaustion, you were forced to revert to your human form, but you paid a heavy price.

The rapid jets of air from the first English dragon have left your throat burning dry.

The attack on the second English dragon nearly broke the bones in your hands.

The Fallen Strike from the third and fourth English dragons will leave you bloodied and battered.

Multiple attacks from the fifth dragon shattered your ribs.

Right now, you're constantly vomiting blood, and even the slightest movement causes you excruciating pain.

But then you discover something even worse.

That's the truth about Orleans.

Orleans is a trap.

A trap set by an Englishman using the entire city.

The fire caused by the battle between the dragons burned away the coverings, completely revealing the magic that had been concealing the area.

That was a targeted magic spell—its target was Joan of Arc.

The English were not incapable of organizing an effective counterattack, but rather intended to lure Joan of Arc, who was rumored to be able to slay dragons, to the already massacred city of Orléans by feigning surrender.

Magic was responsible for killing her, while the English dragon was responsible for killing the rest.

In this way, all of France's hopes will vanish in the city of Orléans.

This is--

The city of death laid out by the English.

You realize you must tell Joan of Arc this.

[But you soon discover you can't do it—your body no longer supports the Dragon Face flying.]

[But Joan of Arc, unaware of this, would certainly still lead her troops to Orléans.]

The moment she sets foot on this earth, she will still die here.

Is there really nothing that can't be done?

No.

Lying on the ground with swollen eyes, Ian looked at the magical traces exposed by the fire and realized that he still had a chance.

If you eliminate them little by little... the magic won't work!

However, this also meant that he had to drag his badly injured body across the entire city of Orleans.

"Pierre, are you crazy? You'll die if you do this."

Despite the pain all over his body, Ian laughed loudly.

"Fafner, I will not die."

"Jeanne... hasn't had a good life yet."

After saying this, he began to move across the ground like an insect, gradually dispelling the magic spell targeting his sister.

In the silent night, only blood silently recorded the traces of an older brother's crawling.

【One day later.】

Joan of Arc led the French army to Orléans.

"elder brother……"

Joan of Arc had not seen her brother for a day—and no one knew where he had gone.

But she still had to carry the white holy flag and lead the French army across the bridge into the city of Orléans.

But what she saw next was an extremely terrifying scene.

The city of Orleans had been reduced to ruins, with lingering black smoke rising from the remains of the buildings, silently recounting the flames that had once burned the heavens and the earth.

Several dragon corpses were scattered throughout the city.

Some of them turned into charcoal, while others were embedded in the city walls, losing their heads.

The rest were either lying in a large pit, their necks twisted at an eerie angle.

Either they have become unrecognizable, or without wings, they are not even identifiable as dragons.

But Joan of Arc was completely oblivious to these things.

All she could see was Ian lying not far ahead, covered in dried blood, his body a mass of broken skin.