The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Bahamut sneered and stretched out her dragon claws. The separated flames immediately gathered in her hands and gradually formed a dazzling fireball like incandescent fire.

　After the fire stream completely dissipated, Bahamut, in front of all the dragons... took the fireball into his mouth and swallowed it.

　""

　The Plum-Eyed Dragons looked at this horrifying scene in amazement - an eight-string magic spell played by their tribe together was actually swallowed up by the Dragon King...?

　"Scary?" Bahamut chuckled.

　The rage in Mei Yun's heart continued to surge, his vertical pupils with plum blossom patterns on them flashed, and a fierce light gushed out from them.

　Engulf the fire

　...This is indeed a very shocking behavior, which means that the other party is also a dragon from the Fire String Realm and has considerable attainments.

　Looking at the entire Yanxia, ​​the Meiyan Dragon is also the dragon that is most proficient in fire string. Apart from the fire dragon bloodline of the ancient Yanzun, their ability to control fire is among the best among dragons.

　In the name of bloodline, the Meiyan Dragon Group also gained a piece of territory among the Yanxia Islands. After all, the ancient fire dragon was the nightmare of the entire Yanxia. As long as he mentioned his name, even the governor would give up three points.

　"I am the patriarch of the Plum Eye Dragons!" he roared. "We are the descendants of Yan Zun, the heirs of the Fire Dragon bloodline! If you insist on tainting the fire of our clan with evil methods, then prepare to be subjected to a rain of fire!"

　After he shouted these words, he stared at Bahamut, waiting for the latter's reaction.

　Then, he looked at Bahamut and... smiled.

　"Hehe...Hehe...Hehehahahahahahahahahaha!"

　Bahamut laughed heartily, flames continuously spewing out of his scales, and his vertical pupils were tinged with a hint of madness.

　After laughing, she looked at Mei Yun with interest and whispered:

　"Okay, okay, it seems..."

　"I really am your grandpa!"

　The next second, her long neck swung violently, and the previously restrained flame was compressed to incandescence and burst out -

　"boom"

　The flames instantly tore through the sky and hit Mei Yun's dragon body, engulfing him in a burst of white light.

　Then, an explosion swept across the sky—

　"boom"

　Looking at the sea of ​​fire, Bahamut smiled wildly, and flames of excitement spewed out from between his opening and closing scales.

　"You're using the name of the Flame Lord to bully others? That old bastard has been dead for hundreds of years," Bahamut laughed. "You think the blood of the loser is a medal?"

　As soon as he finished speaking, figures flew out from the sea of ​​fire - a group of plum-eyed dragons passed through the sea of ​​fire and attacked Bahamut.

　"You're not running away yet? Then let's give your grandpa a treat!"

　A fierce light flashed in Bahamut's eyes, and the next second, a group of fire dragons roared from the clouds and rushed towards the group of plum-eyed dragons.

　The sound of fire strings rippled across the sky, and as the dragon spoke, flames dyed the sky red. From time to time, dragons were blown into pieces and fell from the sky.

　Most of them are plum-eyed dragons!

　These plum-eyed dragons, known for their ability to manipulate fire strings, were shocked to find that the fire strings were no longer working! The unknown dragons on the other side seemed even more skilled at manipulating the fire strings than they were, almost completely monopolizing the control of the flames!

　Not to mention the five-winged dragon king!

　Fear flooded my heart like a tide: Who on earth is he and how could he possess such terrifying power to control fire?

　"Hula-"

　The sea of ​​fire dissipated, and a giant dragon with burn marks all over its body hung in the air, its vertical pupils slightly empty.

　Mei Yun, the patriarch of the Meiyan Dragon Clan, had been severely injured. His remaining strength seemed to only allow him to barely hang in the air, and the membrane wings behind him were torn to pieces.

　"Who are you..." Mei Yun looked at Bahamut not far away weakly, "Tell me your name..."

　"Grandpa Sun Zihan, tell me your name?" Bahamut sneered, "Okay then..."

　She stretched out her hand, and the flame charms gathered on the dragon claws, coating the edges of her claws with a layer of golden light.

　"Remember, I am Bahamut, the elder of the Hell of Fire..." Bahamut whispered, "The King of Fire Dragons!"

　The next second, she folded and opened her wings, instantly breaking through the sonic boom and flying towards Mei Yun!

　When he heard the words "Fire Dragon King", a trace of fear flashed in Mei Yun's eyes, and his mind was stunned for a moment.

　Fire Dragon...The King of Fire Dragons?

　Pure-blooded descendants of Yan Zun? Impossible... Didn't they already go to the deep mountains of Falu... and disappear forever?

　How could the blood of the fire dragon still exist?

　Impossible... This is absolutely impossible...

　In astonishment, Mei Yun looked at Bahamut who was roaring towards him, feeling the fire strings around him rippling weakly.

　He wanted to deny this fact, but the weak sound of the fire string told him that it was true.

　""

　Just when Mei Yun felt a surge of powerlessness in his heart, an ice-blue light suddenly filled his pupils, dyeing his lifeless vertical pupils a touch of blue.

　"...cough..."

　The Fire String was back under his control in an instant, his claws blazing with flames as he whispered:

　"For the blue stars..."

　As if sensing the sudden change in Mei Yun, Bahamut frowned slightly and then sped up.

　In the blink of an eye, the two dragons met, fought, and slashed at each other with their claws -

　"clang!!"

　The claws of fire burst out with crisp string sounds, and the glow of fire strings rippled across the sky.

　Seeing that Mei Yun, who was seriously injured, actually took his attack, Bahamut felt a little dissonance and immediately noticed the blue in his eyes.

　"Heh... a slave of the reborn dragon? It's a shame for the blood of the fire dragon to be tainted by such a heretical power..."

　She swung her claws continuously, and the sound of metal exploding "clang clang clang clang" rang out repeatedly, forcing Mei Yun to retreat continuously.

　"Then let grandpa see what a useless old man like you can do with the power of that dragon! Hahahahahahahaha!"

　Bahamut's eyes blazed with crazy light, and every scale on her body

　They were all open, and tiny flames burst out from them.

　The Dragon King's crazy liberation state!

　“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!”

　The dragon war in the sky caused chaos, and from time to time the corpses of dragons fell from the sky and landed in the sea.

　On the sea, on the bridge of the Messina fleet's flagship, the Missionary, the messenger Angela was holding up her hand with a calm expression, an ice-blue letter flickering slightly between her fingers.

　The ice-blue light rippled around the Missionary, seemingly ordinary, but the dragon corpses and fireballs falling from the sky all bypassed the Messina fleet or avoided it at extremely surprising angles.

　The power of the mantra of the high dark elves.

　Compared to them, the golden fleet next door was not so smooth. They kept avoiding the falling dragon and firing into the sky with fire string magic from time to time.

　"The main fleet of Yazi is just ahead," the informant said quickly, "Miss Angela, shall we begin?"

　"let's start."

　Angela waved her hand, and several witches came to her side and stood around her with the altar distributed.

　Black ancient runes crawled onto their skin, and the aura of the high-level dark elves spread out, intertwining with each other, and finally converging on Angela's body.

　"The Spear of Truth will shatter confusion." Angela whispered.

　At the same time, similar ceremonies were being held simultaneously on different ships of the Messina fleet. Strands of ice-blue light gathered in the sky, and with the Missionary as the center, they quickly outlined a giant spear with a complex shape.

　On the flagship of the Crimson Fleet, Jiaozi looked at the giant ice-blue spear with a ferocious face and spat.

　His body had fully recovered, and the huge black flame sword was held on his back, emitting a surging pressure.

　"Dark elves? It's been a while since I've tasted the flesh and blood of these bastards." Ya Zi licked his tongue. "Okay, you like to get involved, right? Then let me see what you're capable of."

　He thrust the huge black flame sword into the floor of the bow, and the next second, the entire three-masted sailing ship was on fire. The raging flames burned all the way up to the sails, and countless black flame fireballs appeared from the surroundings.

　The entire Crimson Fleet simultaneously completed its transformation at this moment, transforming into a burning black fleet.

　At the same time, the Spear of Truth flew down from the sky and stabbed straight at the flagship of the fleet.

　Countless black flames flew out from the outlines of the Jiaozi fleet, colliding directly with the giant spears in the sky.

　"boom"

　For a moment, the sea and the sky were covered by the intertwined flames of war, with storms and raging waves roaring together.

　Amidst the turmoil, no one had the energy to notice that a small fleet had left the battlefield and was approaching to the west.

　Xisan Island is located at the westernmost side of the island chain blockade and is also the weakest defense point according to intelligence.

　After bypassing the front battlefield, the Academi and its accompanying fleet advanced at high speed and soon saw three islands in the distance.

　A pitch-black eagle flew across the sky, its eagle eyes scanning the three islands below, occasionally circling among the rain clouds.

　At the same time, on the bridge of the Academi, Xingmo opened her eyes and looked at the sea rippling in the storm.

　"It's true that there aren't many defenses, and it even seems like they're just pretending," Xingmo said, her fingertips entwined with the dark string. "The Liuli Building actually has such accurate intelligence..."

　"That saves us some trouble," Miriam said with a smile. "Wow, this is my first time driving an ironclad. It's so exciting. Can you let me fire the first round manually? I designed the power lines for my ironclad fire sling guns, and I haven't tried them yet!"

　Looking at Miriam who was a little too excited, Xing Mo smiled faintly helplessly:

　"Then it's up to you."

　"Be careful, they've discovered us," Aurora suddenly said, "I'm sensing a spiritual wave."

　Just as she noticed it, on the middle island of West Three Islands, Zuo Shangtang was sitting in front of the spiritual lens, with bloodshot eyes.

　"Someone is actually coming to raid West Three Islands?" He muttered softly, "Didn't they say that the frontal firepower is concentrated in the center?"

　The playful smile of Heimu flashed before his eyes, and Zuo Shangtang clenched his fists tightly.

　Why didn't he think that if that guy could betray the Black Dragon Society once... he could betray it a second time... and a third time...

　I was fooled by him... Maybe I fell into his heart-breaking method.

　Zuo Shangtang was well aware of his own cowardice. He could not be an outstanding father, nor could he be an outstanding prefect.

　But no matter how cowardly a person is, being forced into such a situation...

　"damn it..."

　A surge of rage raged in Zuo Shangtang's heart, so violent that it seemed as if it would burst through the top of his head.

　"Okay... okay... you forced me to do this..."

　Zuo Shangtang tore open his sleeve, revealing the dark tattoo, and shouted:

　"Danzhou Branch! Enemy ships are attacking, leave port immediately to meet them!"

　He once again put his eyes close to the spiritual lens and locked onto the most turbulent light among the fleets:

　"Use a suicide attack to destroy their flagship!"

　No matter how cowardly a lone wolf is, when forced to the last moment, he will fight with the most crazy attitude.

　Zuo Shangtang was looked down upon by many people. No matter whether it was the Danzhou Prefecture or the Black Dragon Society, he had never been treated well by many people.

　All the resentment and humiliation gathered at this moment, turning the whites of his eyes completely red.

　“I will also

　Do it yourself..."

　After saying that, he stood up from the lens and shouted to the guards behind him:

　"Prepare the island artillery!"

　"Their fleet took the initiative to attack."

　Xing Mo was a little surprised to see three or four three-masted sailing ships coming against the wind and waves.

　According to her reconnaissance through the puppet just now, the defense force of the West Three Islands is indeed very small. If a frontal battle is carried out, a few rounds of bombing will completely destroy the defense line on the island.

　Not to mention the naval power, if a three-masted sailing ship fights against a steam ironclad ship, even with the addition of extraordinary factors, Nishisan Island has no chance of winning.