They don't want me to try anymore.

After their formation was suddenly broken, many people looked terrified.

Although they knew that Luvia would be the last one standing behind them, in the end, none of them felt that they could stop a Silver Saint.

As for Richard Targaryen, wasn't he also a Bronze Saint?

Can he stop the monster in front of him?

If he can't do it either, can we hold out until Lady Luvia takes action?

This is bad!

At that moment, a dragon's roar broke their hesitation.

Richard has made his move.

"Just waiting for you!"

He hadn't forgotten that there was still a living Silver Saint on the Void Order's side, so he had been holding back his magic power. Seeing the other side appear on its own initiative, he summoned Big Black without hesitation!

As soon as the purple-eyed black dragon appeared, it used its claws to slam the monstrous old butler into the attic across the street, and then finished him off with a mouthful of blazing dragon fire!

This thing is much better than fire element!

"what!"

The old butler, who had just been arrogantly trying to save face, hadn't even crawled out of the hole in the attic when he was given a bath by Long Huo, and his whole body smelled of mushrooms.

Even Linda couldn't withstand this attack back then, let alone him. He screamed in agony and it took him a long time to regain his balance. He looked at Richard with astonishment in his eyes.

The other players on the field were pretty much the same.

After all, it's a dragon!

How can someone who looks like only a bronze-level expert summon a real dragon?

It's really a knife to pull the butt - it's an eye-opener!

Hope was rekindled in people's hearts.

"Lord Richard! Keep it up!"

"Well done!"

"hateful……"

Seeing the purple-eyed black dragon continue its attack, the old butler cursed under his breath and quickly rolled over and scurried into the alley, barely managing to avoid the dragon's tail that would completely split the house in two.

In terms of skill level, he is currently at the Silver rank. Even if he can't defeat it, he can at least put up a fight against this young black dragon.

However, only those within the family know their own situation. The old steward had been lying in wait at the Baron's mansion for many years and had hardly had time to improve himself or accumulate combat experience. Most of his strength was bestowed upon him by the cult's envoy.

If it really came down to a fight, he'd probably get pinned to the ground and beaten by the Black Dragon, which would be like pushing a millstone with his bare bottom exposed—utterly humiliating.

At most, he won't die for half a day because he has high HP and strong regeneration.

The battle continued for a few more minutes. After helping the Nyon city government demolish three or four more houses, the old butler was once again accidentally hit by the dragon's fire breath. His mentality began to break down, and he roared at Richard:

"Who the hell are you!"

"Why can you summon dragons?!"

Richard picked at his ear, casually tossed a new magic crystal into Big Black's mouth, and said, "Big Black, bite him!"

"..."

The purple-eyed black dragon paused for a moment, as if it had forgotten how a dragon should roar. A few seconds later, it sighed, glared at Richard, and pounced on the old butler.

Richard shrugged, puzzled, and was about to summon fire elementals for support when suddenly, alarm bells went off in his head!

"Watch out, Big Black!"

However, a large, pitch-black net flew in from outside the city and, in the blink of an eye, covered the head of the purple-eyed black dragon.

"Ow--"

The large net instantly entangled the black dragon's wings, and it also broke into countless tiny black particles that burrowed under the dragon's scales.

The purple-eyed black dragon let out a painful howl and fell to the ground. Enduring the excruciating pain, it turned its head and exhaled a breath of dragon fire, which burned off part of the black net.

But in an instant, another beam of black light, brimming with destructive power, shot over, piercing directly through the young dragon's thigh and wings.

The purple-eyed black dragon was panting heavily and could no longer fly. He could only give Richard an apologetic look, and the latter nodded. The next second, he was back in the illusionary realm.

Richard gritted his teeth and looked out of the city walls.

It turns out that the giant fungal beast, which had been slowly approaching like the Sword of Darkmoonius, had now reached the edge of Nion's city walls.

It was this attack from the monster that was so close to being gold that the purple-eyed black dragon couldn't hold on and had to retreat.

"Haha! Your Excellency! Your Excellency, you've finally arrived!"

The old butler, who had been beaten half to death, became excited again and grinned maliciously at Richard and the others: "You're finished, it's all over! All spirits are gone, everything will return to the embrace of my Lord!"

The soldiers and civilians of Nyon were thrown into chaos again.

Just then, an apprentice ran out from the tower and shouted, "Lord Richard, the array has been drawn and you can use it at any time!"

Richard was caught in a dilemma.

Ideally, he should run back to the tower, upgrade immediately, and then activate the magic circle.

The problem is, once he leaves the defensive line, can the people present really stop the Silver-ranked old steward and the giant fungal beast that will arrive in an instant? If they can't, will he be stuck halfway through his level-up...?

Behind the tower, Luvia, who was hiding, also gripped her sword tightly, her palms sweating.

She pursed her lips, watching Richard's every move closely, preparing to delay the enemy as much as possible when the situation became irreversible, giving Richard a chance to escape...

Whoosh!

Whizzing!

Suddenly, the sound of bowstrings rang out from outside the city walls.

Immediately, bursts of flame erupted on the surface of the giant fungal beast!

Although this level of attack could only tickle the latter, it still attracted the giant fungal beast's attention, causing it to slow down and turn its head to observe.

The crowd below the tower became excited.

"Reinforcements have arrived?"

"Is he the Baron's personal guard? He's not dead?"

"No, that's not right..."

Richard used the summoned creature's vision to clearly see the person approaching.

It's David.

To be precise, it was David leading hundreds of bandits.

"You stinking dog shit, take this arrow from grandpa!"

"That's the kind of greeting a mountain dweller should have!"

They had little discipline or formation; they simply rode donkeys and drove oxcarts down the mountain, raining down oil-soaked arrows at the giant fungal beasts—in some ways, this was more effective than muskets.

"Hoar--!"

As the saying goes, many ants can kill an elephant. The Primal Fungus Beast could not ignore this attack. It turned around and spat out the black light it had used to attack the dragon at the many mountain bandits.

In an instant, severed limbs flew everywhere, and the bandits suffered heavy casualties.

But at David's whistle, they did not retreat, but continued to roam around the fungal beast's feet, maintaining their attack!

The old steward sneered, "A bunch of bandits, acting like heroes? How laughable! If the envoy were to take this even slightly seriously, you would all be dead... Hmm?"

The sudden gust of wind made him turn his head instinctively, only to find that Richard had suddenly strode up in front of him!

He raised his hand in surprise, whipping out a dozen or so sticky, whip-like strands, and roared, "You no longer have a dragon, are you here to die?"

Richard used earth element to block the sticky threads, his gaze resolute.

"I won't waste the opportunities my friends create through sacrifice, so..."

I'm here to kill you!

That's it! He should take advantage of the moment when the giant fungal beast is distracted to kill the silver-ranked creature in front of him, so that he can have a chance to rush back to the tower to upgrade!

Richard summoned the treant again, lifted himself up, and leaped onto the old butler's head, their faces almost touching.

At that moment, he silently recited in his heart:

Use [Source of Hatred] to ensure that the Primal Fungus will attack me next time!

With the help of the [Fate Writer] and the [Guerrilla Expert], I'm sure I can escape this attack!

This is reasonable!

Chapter Seventy-Two: Promotion to Silver

Richard had just used his skill when a black beam of light, which should have swept away the bandits, abruptly changed direction and shot towards the location where he and the old butler were.

At that very moment, Richard stepped on his right foot with his left, and with a miraculous yet perfectly logical exertion, rolled sideways onto the street.

Then...