Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

The sea dragon's breath cuts through the sky like a torrent, and its powerful muscle tissue allows the snake-like monster to easily compress seawater, turning it into a biological high-pressure water gun.

The corrosive seawater combined with high-pressure fluid is enough to splash onto the Knight from a distance of more than 200 meters.

The Kingdom Knight, who was a veteran of many battles, reacted quickly and raised his shield to cover his fragile face when he saw the wave covering his vision.

The oak shield sizzled as it corroded, and the heraldic pattern on its surface quickly turned into a distorted, blurry image.

But not everyone could react to Druzy's sudden attack. Some knights-errant who reacted more slowly had their helmets not easily stained by the sea water, and their fragile eyes were quickly baptized by the salt water, bubbling.

He lay on the warhorse's back, wailing, trying to use his voice to relieve the pain.

In order to save the future of the Knight Kingdom, the Holy Grail Girls spared no magic power to pray to the Lady, and used the blood of the earth to slowly heal the Ranger Knights who were attacked by the breath of the sea dragon.

The green light stopped the sea water from corroding further, but the knights, whose faces had turned into hideous flesh, still proved that Lord Kraken's attack had some effect.

When Locksia saw the actions of the saints, he mumbled a swear word to Druz, "The elves who were proud of their magic had to have their healing spells cast in front of them by Bretonnian monkeys one day. What a shitty Phoenix Court."

The sea dragon roared like thunder after being hit by the catapult. Even though its slippery skin blocked a lot of damage, its internal organs were still hit hard.

Rockhill chirped hoarsely, staring at the human being it was eating with bloodshot eyes. It hadn't had a full meal for a long time...

And soon Loxia will meet the requirements of the mount.

Thousands of Druzi warriors quickly charged towards the Bretonnian flag, led by the War Hydra, which used its huge body as a flesh wall. Those with sharp eyes had raised their black crossbows, and black arrows were gliding across the sky like rain.

Grand Duke Lyonesse, who held up his shield to block the black arrow attack, remained calm. After praying to the lady, he roared, "How long will it take for the serf troops to enter the field!"

"At least half an hour."

He clenched his lance, knowing that Druzy had seized this opportunity. The serf troops could not march too fast, otherwise they would lose a lot of physical strength after entering the battlefield.

"Hurry up, I need to see you within ten minutes! Let the servants charge first now!"

The servants, who served as cannon fodder, wore leather armor and held maces. These crude weapons were much better than those of their companions in the village, not to mention that they were riding on war horses, a symbol of their noble status.

But no matter how prominent they were among the Bretonnian peasants, they still exposed their weaknesses when facing the elven warriors. The light cavalry could at most play a diversionary role, and the only significance of using them in a frontal charge was to delay local attacks.

The spears, as dark as night, easily pierced the warhorses and pulled the monkeys off their backs. Even in the clash of infantry and cavalry, the Dread Spearmen from Naggarond still maintained impeccable combat effectiveness. If the distance between them and their comrades was too great, they would use flexible postures to dodge the swings of maces. If their brothers were next to them, the spears raised by just a few of them were like an insurmountable wall of spikes.

As for those horse-riding monkeys that were shooting bows and arrows from a distance to harass, they had already been shot into sieves by the black-sharp crossbowmen.

Loxia, who attacked first, was not in a hurry to confront Duke Lyonness. Instead, he let his sea dragon mount roam around the center of the battlefield, covering the infantry's attack together with the war hydra.

After ten minutes, under the fearless attack of the servants, the Druzis were unable to kill everyone in a short time. They could only watch the demoralized human monkeys flee in all directions.

This allowed the serf troops to enter the battlefield... But Duke Leonis made a mistake. He thought that he was the only one who could fight against the God-blessed evil leader, Loxia, and he kept a close eye on Hailong's every move.

This made the excited knights-errant mistakenly believe that as long as the serf troops entered the battlefield, it would be the clarion call for a counterattack.

Before the Duke gave any order, teams of knights with flags of various colors shouted the lady's name and rushed forward with their iron hooves raised.

"Damn it! How dare they charge alone! Stop, stop!" Flower's roar could not cover the sound of the iron hooves charging. Charging alone without the cooperation of infantry, the only possible target would be the enemy's weak flank.

But now what lies before the knights' army is a sea dragon and three hydras!
The opportunity has come...

Locksia would not waste such a good opportunity and let his mount roar that only the blessed villains could understand.

The trainer quickly stopped the war hydra from gnawing on the warhorse's corpse and ordered the terrifying beast to aim its five heads at the ranger knight who was still charging.

Rockets like arrows spewed out of the mouth of the war hydra. The breath of the giant beast was not as fierce as that of a dragon, but its number was greater and it could easily kill large groups of weak creatures.

The flames were like shuttles, covering an area of ​​100 meters. The not-so-scorching heat did not melt the armor, but it had burned the person inside the steel into pieces of meat that gave off a peppery aroma.

A large rain of arrows flew over the heads of the Dread Spearmen, concentrating densely on the knights who were still running in the flames...some terrifying arrows even hit their eye sockets accurately.

The familiar smell intoxicated Locksia: blood, burnt stench, and the salty breeze from the seaside... This is where the evil party blessed by God belongs!
The sea dragon glided quickly and arrived in front of the Lord Knight. Facing the glorious army of ladies, Loxia stood on top of the beast, with the scarlet blade in his right hand pointing directly at Duke Lyonness under the flag.

"Humans, the age of fear has arrived... In the name of the Holy Phoenix King, I sentence you to death!"

No one cared what Druzy said. In fact, most of the knights could not understand the elven language at all. Except for some well-read prophetesses and saints who were shocked by the Phoenix King in Loxia's words, the knights thought it was a provocation.

The purpose of the provocation is the ritual that is absolutely indispensable on the battlefield - the championship showdown.

"Duke, please let me fight!"

The angry Holy Grail Knight's eyes were blazing with fire, he firmly believed that the elves were the scourge of the world, no matter if it was the Druzy who was used to plundering, the Asrai who hid in the woods and trafficked in people, or the high-sounding Asur on the island, they were all parasites.

Holding the family's stag flag, the Holy Grail Knight's lance flashed with brilliance. This was the blessing of the power of the lady, a sacred power that could destroy all evil in the world.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the massive sea dragon that guarded Bretonnia as the legend had it.

But apparently he didn't realize that something was wrong. Locksia had no intention of having a championship duel at all. When the Holy Grail Knight's spear was about to pierce the sea dragon's scales, an iron hook had already hung on the warhorse's belly.

As Lord Kraken pulled the rope in his hand hard, the half-elf horse neighed and wailed, and broke into two halves at the abdomen. After the mount fell, the knight was crushed into meat by the sea dragon.

Loxia's eyes were full of teasing as he swung the hook in his hand.

"This is a war, not a battle..." (End of this chapter)