Chapter 341 Bloody Blade (IV)
"Fight back. We must fight back, or the only outcome will be death!"

Desk Yanjin gritted his teeth and spoke to his two remaining companions.

However, Klein did not answer. There was an illusory clock running in his blue eyes. As the hands turned rhythmically, his expression became more solemn and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Ingrid seemed to have been frightened to the point of losing her will to fight. She stood aside holding the scepter and whispered, "No, we can't win."

"Stop it, Desk."

"I beg you"

Suddenly, Desk shook his head slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

This Ingrid has only been a member of the "Crimson Blade" for one year. Unlike other adventurers who came from humble backgrounds, this priest is more like a flower in a greenhouse, and most of the battles she has experienced have been crushing.

"I will never let this end!"

"Hunting. Sworn enemy!"

Finally, Dex Yanjin flapped his wings behind him desperately and flew towards the enemy.

"Destroy evil!"

He raised the golden sword and swung it in the air in a graceful arc. As he moved, a crescent-shaped light cut through the air and split the earth.

This is the Vengeance Paladin's all-out attack!
"Shh-"

However, Cassius simply whistled softly, and star-like energy scales surrounded his body, directly blocking all the attacks.

However, Dex Yanjin did not give up.

The holy warrior transformed into the "Angel of Vengeance" flapped his wings, quickly flew over the ground, and swooped down.

Soon, he gritted his teeth and flew over the red dragon, holding the golden sword tightly in his hand and roaring ferociously.

"Evil dragon!"

"The great 'Dragon Slayer' Desk. Yanjin will take off your head!"

However, in front of the behemoth that was more than 30 meters long, the vengeful paladin who launched the charge without hesitation seemed particularly small, like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill.

"Spirit of Vengeance!"

Dex roared, and the sword that symbolized the authority of his oath of revenge shone brightly.

The illusory figures of Grom, Lano and others appeared around him, and the souls born of the will of revenge were about to besiege the seemingly invincible enemy.

However, the next moment, Desk only felt a gust of hot wind, and the huge red figure dodged and appeared behind him.

Whether it was the guiding divine power or the spirit of revenge, they were all crushed by the almost tangible dragon might.

He flapped his wings vigorously, trying to create some distance between himself and the enemy, while at the same time he kept swinging his golden sword - but it was all in vain, as the enemy was simply too fast.

The sky is the paradise of vengeful angels, but it is also a domain controlled by dragons.

The huge, ferocious claws grabbed the vengeance paladin out of thin air, like grabbing a fragile bird.

"caught you."

Cassius said calmly.

Desk tried his best, raised his sword and tried to stab the claw, fighting hard.

But the red dragon only exerted a little force, and Desk's armor was squeezed and deflated. His body became a bloody mess, bloodshot eyes appeared, and large mouthfuls of sticky blood spurted out of his mouth.

For the first time, Desk felt that his life was in the hands of the enemy and could end at any time.

The long-lost fear finally appeared in his eyes, which seemed to be always unwavering - he was afraid, and he wanted to survive.

"Stop, stop."

"My lord, I don't want to die."

Cassius moved him in front of him, looked at him with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "What reason do you have for me to spare your life?"

"You must know that you are the 'Great Dragon Slayer'. Since you have chosen this path and since you are incapable of killing a dragon, you will be killed by the dragon. This is only natural."

"me."

Desk's purple lips trembled slightly.

He really didn't expect that the words he said just now to save face would now become his death warrant. After thinking for a long time, he accidentally saw the emblem on the hilt of his sword, and finally thought of the last way to survive.

"You can't kill me. I am the Chosen One. I am the messenger of Lord Amaunator!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Cassius suddenly laughed out loud, and his wings behind him were shaking, and they hit the ground, making a roar.

"Did you see that old silver dragon that was glowing all over? It's the standard for a chosen one to have divine weapons."

"But you, haha, a poor fellow like you who doesn't even have a single piece of legendary equipment - are you worthy enough to call yourself the Chosen One?"

"in addition."

He drew out his voice and looked at Desk in his claws again. A fierce light flashed in his light golden pupils, and a strong dragon aura overflowed.

Suddenly, Desk felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Because he only heard one sentence.

“I hate people who deceive me.”

Before he finished speaking, scorching flames suddenly burst out from his claws and enveloped Desk Flame Gold.

"Do not--"

"I don't want to die yet."

Soon, accompanied by unwilling roars and mournful wails, the flesh and blood were burned to ashes in the flames, turning into ashes flying in the wind.

However, a heavy and luxurious armor and a shining golden sword were left in the red dragon's claws.

"Oh?"

"I was mistaken. It really is legendary equipment, but the rank is slightly lower, and it has an extra layer of magic camouflage."

"Tsk, tsk, you are really cautious."

Cassius casually shook the remaining ashes in his claws, fiddled with the equipment left by Desk, and a hint of unexpected surprise suddenly appeared in his tone.

But there is no doubt that the famous "Dragon Slayer" in Fadlan, the captain of the Bloody Blade, Desk Yanjin, has died completely.

Being killed by a dragon is indeed the fate of most dragon slayers.

Either you quit halfway with wealth and glory, or you go to the end on the road of self-destruction. There is never a hero at the end of the dragon-slaying road, and depravity and death are the only destination.

"Captain, Captain."

Seeing the captain she had been with day and night die in front of her eyes, Ingrid couldn't help but cover her mouth, but still let out a scream.

But she had absolutely no way to deal with it. The dragon's entire body exuded an anti-magic field-like aura of dragon might. Even her divine spells could hardly be effective against it, let alone ordinary spells.

Klein's face was filled with disbelief, because the illusory clock in his eyes had shattered.

That is the special ability of the Time Mage—

【Closing the Future】

He can see into possible futures and magically direct one of them toward what is happening around him to ensure a specific outcome occurs.

Klein had already constructed a model of the teleportation spell and was ready to leave.

But when he spent a huge amount of money to see into his future, he found that in every future, as long as he activated the teleportation spell, his ending would be extremely miserable.

What made him even more horrified was that he could not see the future of the red dragon.

Klein wanted to spy on fate, but the "Dragon Prince" seemed to be shrouded in a hazy silver mist.

"Overstepping!"

Even his own spirit was impacted by some majestic force, as if a terrifying thousand-meter-long dragon was roaring and roaring in his mind.

"No, it's impossible."

Klein stood there muttering to himself, tears and blood streaming from his eyes.

(End of this chapter)