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"Neither." Fafnir quickly denied this statement.

"At least I can't see it now."

You realize something is wrong.

【According to Charles VII, this should be the area besieged by the English. 】

[But now there is no information about the person - even the corpse no longer exists. ]

[This situation is too abnormal.]

"Fafnir, can you please go down and take a look?"

"it is good."

The black dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the ground of Orleans.

Just like what Fafnir felt in the sky.

The interior of the city is completely devoid of human presence.

also--

As they approached the ground, Ian, the human face, and Fafnir, the dragon face, felt the same thing.

It's magic.

This part of the city has a lot of magic.

But before they could figure out what was going on, several dark shadows appeared in the sky above the city.

That is--

Some real dragons!

203. The Truth About Dragon Riding in England/The Trap of Orleans/The Battle of Dragons (4k)

Several giant dragons appeared in the sky of Orleans.

They have bodies as strong as Fafnir, and every time they flap their huge wings, they blow out a strong wind.

The silver moonlight bathed the bodies of these dragons, dyeing their originally khaki-colored bodies white.

no doubt.

This is a dragon - the most powerful creature of this age.

And for Ian, this was an unprecedented visual shock.

After all, in a sense, this was the first time the boy had seen a dragon other than himself.

but--

This shock lasted for less than a second and then disappeared completely.

Because Ian realized a problem.

Whose dragons are these?

【You carefully observe the dragons flying in the sky. 】

[You can feel that they have similarities with your own dragon face, but also differences.]

[You realize that their appearance may not be a coincidence.]

【Combined with your current location, a bad thought echoes in your mind. 】

Orleans, a city mentioned by Charles VII in an extremely anxious tone.

But Ian could fully understand this anxiety.

Because Orleans is a fortress city located on the Loire River.

Once this place is completely lost.

Then the English army would be able to march straight along the Loire River and directly threaten Chinon where Charles VII was.

This paralyzed the entire area of ​​Bourges and eventually devoured it.

In this way, France would be truly destroyed.

and so--

After appointing Joan of Arc as the royal commander, Charles VII hoped, almost in an attitude of supplication, that this saintly girl would be able to march to Orleans as soon as possible.

And Joan of Arc did not disappoint this trust - it took her only half a month to reach the vicinity of Orleans.

However, these are not the things that need to be considered when guessing the origin of the dragon at this moment.

The only thing that is really helpful in judging the current situation is that "Orleans is the place where the English army and the French army fought."

It is impossible for France to have such a dragon.

After all, if there was, Charles VII would not have to pin his hopes on an illiterate girl from a rural area in the north.

So--

There is only one answer left.

This is the dragon of England.

It is even possible that they are the same dragons that defeated the French army.

of course.

There may be another possibility - that is, these dragons came from the wild, and due to a series of coincidences, they appeared in the sky above the city of Orleans.

But how great is this possibility? Even if a normal person only uses half of his brain to think, he will know that it is almost zero.

After all, dragons are not creatures that will actively approach human cities.

【You have confirmed that this is a dragon from England.】

[A new question arises: why are they here? ]

[You realize that this may be related to the large-scale magic lurking in Orleans.]

【But there is one thing you can confirm at this time. 】

[You'll definitely have a tough fight with them - because they're from England.]

"Fafnir...how strong is the opponent?" Ian asked about his Dragon Face.

"Bastard." Fafnir answered directly.

"Bastard?" Ian was a little confused by the word. "Fafnir, what do you mean?"

"Don't misunderstand it as anything else."

The black dragon raised its head and looked at the dragons flying in the sky illuminated by the silver moon.

"They are people with dragon faces just like you."

"only--"

"I'm afraid they have lost their human face, and now only the dragon face is controlling their body."

【You have clarified the truth about the English being able to "control" dragons.】

[In this age of dragons and magic, your situation with Fafnir is not unique.]

[But not everyone is willing to sacrifice their life to separate the human face and dragon face of their child like your mother is.]

[And more likely, this magic that separates humans from dragons may only be performed by your mother.]

[In this way, the English who have never been subjected to this kind of magic but have the face of a dragon will inevitably transform into a dragon at some point.]

[This is also the ending that Fafnir warned you about.]

[Because they are originally English people and dragons, they will naturally serve England. ]

【But after you figured out the truth, you weren't happy at all. 】

[Because this means that the opponent's strength may not be inferior to Fafnir. ]

"Come on now?"

Fafnir's voice pulled Ian back from his slightly pessimistic thoughts.

"Eh..." Ian didn't expect that his dragon face would take the initiative to ask to do this.

"Fafnir, you..."

"Don't be surprised." Sparks appeared at the corners of the Black Dragon's mouth.

"You are me and I am you."

“We are of one mind.”

"These are Jeanna's enemies... If we don't eliminate them now, she'll have to face them later."

"..."

Fafnir's words were also what Ian was worried about at the moment.

indeed.

If these are really the "dragons" of England and I haven't destroyed them here.

Then what awaits Joan of Arc will be an unprecedentedly dire situation.

There was no way Ian would let her step into such danger.

but--

If you were to face these dragons head on, you would definitely be facing danger first.

"Fafnir, do you think we can win?"

"I don't know."

"But we don't have a choice, do we?"

"……Right."

The next moment, the giant dragon spread its wings and flew towards the sky illuminated by the silver moon.

With a sharp howl, raging flames burst out from the dragon's mouth full of sharp teeth and rushed towards the English tornado in the middle.

[Talent Endless Fury + Activated: These dragons don't seem to know how to use fire, and you realize that this may be your only advantage. ]

He probably never expected that he would be attacked at this time.

The English dragon engulfed in flames was knocked to the ground.

The rolling red waves burned back and forth on his body, and soon turned him into a piece of charcoal.

Before the other English dragons could react.

Fafnir screamed again - he pounced towards the other English dragon.

Boom!

The two giant dragons clashed together and crashed into the stone wall of the city of Orleans, making a deafening sound.

Countless pieces of rubble and debris were shattered, then fell from the city wall and landed on the deserted streets, creating pits.

A fierce red light flashed from the black dragon's eyes.

He opened his fanged dragon mouth and spewed fierce flames at the dragon embedded in the city wall in front of him.

With a loud bang——!

The flames swept forward, and after hitting the wall, they spread out to both sides like a wave.

The next moment, the remaining ashes of the England dragon's head drifted away with the wind.

Perhaps it was because of their usual invincibility that they became arrogant. The remaining three English dragons did not realize what had happened until their two companions were killed one after another.

They began to launch a team counterattack.

Three English dragons began to fly around the black dragon and surrounded him as if they were hunting.

In an instant——

Two of the English dragons quickly pounced and bit the black dragon that the young man had transformed into.