Apocalyptic Dragonborn Lord

Chapter 38 Attack in the Fantasy World

There were corpses everywhere, screaming, wailing, and crying.

The smell of charred corpses filled the air, and the stench was disgusting.

Stannis, whose clothes had been burned and was smoking white, was lying sprawled on the ground at this moment. He looked at the sky, as if quietly admiring the blue dome.

Suddenly, those two nightmarish black shadows passed through the field of vision again, and the guy sitting on them was laughing wildly while throwing fireballs down the ground. This hellish scene was all thanks to him.

He finally began to think about what happened just now, and why he was lying on the ground half-focused.

Stannis was the first to notice the two black dots approaching them.

At this time, the guy who won the championship came to the stage to accept the award.

Then Stannis pointed out the black dot to Robert.

The guy raised the Firekissed sword and started waving.

After Robert saw the two black spots clearly, his facial expression became extremely ferocious.

The guy was about to give his acceptance speech, "First of all, my name is..."

Immediately afterwards, Robert beside him opened his mouth and let out a scream.

"Wyvern!"

All heads looked to the sky at the same time.

Two huge black bipedal dragons waved their wings and hovered in the air. On the back of one of the smaller flying dragons sat a strangely shaped guy. A waistcoat made of ribs.

"Performance art?" Stannis asked strangely.

At this time, the guy on the dragon's back started to speak, "Why don't you invite us to the Brotherhood of Eternal Sons for such a lively conference, Earl Worf! I don't mind if I set off some fireworks to cheer you up, hahaha!"

[Brotherhood of the Sons of Eternal Life] is a cult that was active 50 years ago. Its teaching is simple and crude "cannibalism for eternal life". After successfully corrupting several small villages on the border of the Tanis Kingdom, this gang feels good about themselves The heretics planned to spread the teachings to the entire Westland, but they never thought of dying before they could leave the army. They were beaten up by the coalition against heresy organized by the Fawang Hall, and fled into the mountains of the northern border. It has become a climate, but occasionally comes out to eat people and make trouble.

The guy on the back of the flying dragon seemed to be one of them. He laughed wildly and threw a fireball towards the main stage. Miss Dominic had already been thrown down by several men, and others also jumped down the stage. The champion Jazz, who was still reporting himself as his family, was instantly engulfed in flames.

The flames splashed, and the fragments from the explosion flew towards the audience, causing fear to spread throughout the venue in an instant.

People fled in fright, because the frightened crowd was extremely disorderly, and instead scattered the surrounding guards, preventing them from coming in time.

The man in the vest on the dragon's back was still laughing wildly and pouring fireballs down. The indiscriminate attacks exploded in the crowd, and all the tables and chairs on the ground were overturned by his fireballs. Then, it began to swoop, wantonly hunting humans.

At this moment, whether they are nobles or commoners, their lives are worthless in the face of death.

It was the first time Stannis had seen this kind of surprise attack full of fantasy, of course, stood there blankly, and Robert beside him had gone somewhere for a long time.

A fireball explodes around him, sending Stannis flying, and then he's lying on the ground as he was at the beginning.

Finally clearing his mind, he struggled to get up, and saw not far away that the knight commander Korodov was wielding a long sword and fighting the flying dragon, but the nimble flying dragon could always avoid his attacks.

And that boy Robert had long since disappeared.

"This guy, I should kick him out of the castle!" Stannis began to look around, where several charred corpses were still emitting heat.

Suddenly, he saw under the ruins of the main stage, the guy who won the championship was still alive, and he was still holding the legendary sword Fire Kiss in his hand.

Stannis leaned forward and trotted over. Of course, he didn't want to save people, but he remembered that the treasure chest full of gold coins should be nearby.

He rummaged around the unlucky ghost, but he didn't even find a single gold coin.

Wouldn't it be melted into golden water by the fireball?

"Ahhh." Sir Champion opened his mouth as if to say something.

Stannis looked around, he was the only one here, and it seemed that the other party was going to tell him about his funeral.

He moved his head closer, "Just say what you have to say, of course I won't finish it for you."

That guy looked at him with longing eyes, was it fear of death, or unwillingness to fate?

Finally he shouted the last words with all his might.

"Arrange a name for me and I will die!" After finishing speaking, the guy died.

Stannis shrugged, and he was ready to continue looking for gold coins.

However, the fire-kissed sword caught his attention, trembling as if calling for its master.

Like the attraction of souls, the deep consciousness drives Stannis to take up the sword.

The moment he held the sword in his hand, his true self was awakened!The fire spread all over his body in an instant, and the blade of the long sword also ignited a raging fire.

It seems that the blood of the dragon in the body is boiling!Stannis looked at the Wyvern in the sky, and instantly understood his mission - to save the world!
It's my turn to play. I've been a funny character in more than thirty chapters, and I've been complained about being stupid and not cute.

Holding the flaming sword in one hand, Stannis slowly walked out of the ruins. In the dazzling light of the fire, time seemed to slow down, and even the hot air seemed to freeze.

The sudden hot wind generated by the high temperature of the fire blew his coat away. In this world without salvation, only he and the flaming sword in his hand can bring hope.

He smiled, although the flame on the sword made him a little uncomfortable, but he opened his arms like a savior, praying for the coming killing feast, not for himself, but for the enemy who was about to face his misfortune.

"Greetings to you, my enemy, please allow me to send you to ashes." Stannis performed a magnificent knight's salute, and he bent down and bowed.

The man in the vest on the dragon's back seemed to have noticed him too, because the aura emanating from this guy on the ground made the two wyverns terrified.

Stannis cut his throat again, and stepped forward, sword in one hand.

Suddenly, he was kicked from behind.

"Oops!" He screamed, fell to the ground, and immediately let go of the Fire Kiss Sword.

Regardless of the pain, he hurriedly turned around and roared, "Who the hell is that! You are kicking your ass at this time!"

A black figure rolled past him, picked up the long sword that had been left behind, and ran towards the flying dragon.

it's robert...

It turned out that he had been hiding and observing secretly, just to find this opportunity to be a hero.

How can I repair it, I have been overshadowed...

(End of this chapter)