Chapter 220 Praise My Name
The flying dragon, tearing the fire tumor on its neck, opened its mouth. A beam of flame spurted out of its mouth and quickly spread after leaving the hideous and huge dragon's mouth.

The surging flames seemed to be pulled apart suddenly, quickly covering the vision of everyone nearby.

Apart from the fire, he could see nothing else.

However, the flames spewing from the dragon's mouth seemed to have its own consciousness. It actively bypassed the soldiers of Star Dragon City and quickly approached the snakeman sentry soldiers.

Arrows could no longer be fired, and the figure spewing poisonous mist struggled and jumped in the rapidly rising and spreading wall of fire, and in the end only a pile of ash was left!
The sky was no longer pitch black, but had already been completely lit up by orange-yellow flames.

Linde leaned on the broken sword with both hands, looking at the Ten Sons who were also engulfed by flames, and his pupils reflected the snakeman sentry that was completely covered in flames.

It was hard to tell whether it was the breath of a flying dragon or the rage that had been completely ignited in his eyes.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in such an abrupt way.

If they were dispersed, if they used the flexibility of the great knights to fight, if they did not gather together...but they gathered together to encircle and suppress.

The flames spewed from the dragon's mouth were fair. They turned every snakeman sentry into charcoal fairly, and it was even more fair that they did not leave them even a last word.

The ten men still rushed out of the flames, which was somewhat beyond Lind's expectations, but only seven people came out, with Almert Yanyi standing in the front.

The flaming wings spread out on his back seemed to explain to Lind why he was able to survive.

The Exploding Flame Wings made his expression painful, and the use of his ability was completely different from what he had imagined.

The seven survivors didn't care about being frightened. They launched an attack on Lind, hoping to force Lind to control the flying dragon and stop it.

The seven BOSS-level upper knights fully erupted and screamed hysterically.

Their armor was shattered.

"Sir!" Reeve and others tried to rush forward to defend Lind.

However, they were no match for Lind in the first place, and now they were seriously injured, so they couldn't catch up with Lind's speed at all.

Linde took a step forward on his own initiative. It didn't seem like he was being besieged by seven people. It seemed more like he had been impatiently waiting for the seven people to launch a pitiful resistance.

One man faces seven men fighting to the death, full of vigor and vitality!
He used his actions to say to the seven people: Come on!
The flying dragon, still spewing flames, changed its target to Lind. The flames penetrated into Lind's body and flowed into his blood.

The blood vessels under his skin were lit up by the orange-yellow flames.

"boom!--"

Linde punched Almert Yanyi in the face who had rushed to the front.

His fist exploded with a force far beyond Yan Yi's imagination, breaking several of his teeth, and the dizziness from the blow to his forehead knocked him unconscious.

The moment he was covered by flames, Linde seemed like a completely different person.

It was scorching hot, so hot that even Yan Yi, who also used the power of fire, couldn't bear it, and his skin was burned and hurt.

His body tumbled in the air, unable to even control his landing point, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff" Yan Yi vomited blood.

Three of the remaining six people rushed to Lind, but one was grabbed by the arm by Lind, another was kicked in the lower abdomen, and the last one was knocked over with a headbutt.

The most primitive fighting technique, charging forward, unstoppable.

The scene before my eyes seemed like a fight between a lion and a nest of poisonous snakes.

The ten men were forced to retreat one after another by Lind's fierce attack, and even if they did not want to retreat, they would be repelled by the terrifying attack.

The series of right hooks seemed to have some kind of strange rhythm. They were thrown out again and again. The speed was not fast, but it was impossible to dodge and hit people in circles.

The pain of flames gnawing at my body was spreading all the time.

He gritted his teeth and moved forward, single-handedly killing the so-called son of Ronan, leaving him unable to resist.

Whether it was the snakeman sentry soldiers or the soldiers of Star Dragon City, everyone would remember this scene, remembering that a flying dragon descended from the sky and reversed the battle situation that everyone thought was impossible to change with its terrifying flames.

And remember the figure who won the game single-handedly, his body wrapped in flames.

The reassuring golden lion. Just like every time before, Reeve and his men were unwilling to hide again. They wanted to fight side by side.

No matter how loud the voice is used to sing about the bloody battle, or how many poems are used to record it, only the beauty will remain.

Praise his bravery and fearlessness, and worship his indomitable spirit and strength.

Future generations will never be able to understand how pungent the blood was at the scene, or how hot the flames were.

People will praise him and take him as an example, but except for those present, no one will probably know how angry and helpless he is at this moment.

All ten fell to the ground.

Lind was panting, but his spirit was good, because the flames were endless, so was his strength.

"Linde!" Lance followed the Second Legion's combat habits and expressed his emotions by praising the hero's name to prove that they had won the battle.

"Linde!"

Those who are still alive can raise their arms and shout.

……

The flying dragon had stopped breathing, and the flames showed no mercy. The entire snakeman outpost had been completely engulfed by the flames, and the wildfire spread, with billowing black smoke rising into the sky.

Lind stood in front of Almert Flamewing, with the broken sword against his head. A claw stretched out from the broken sword, gently stroking his cheek like a lover.

"You have a dragon."

No one would make a mistake, even if they had never seen it with their own eyes. After all, they had been to the Church of the Sun and had seen one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse on the door lintel.

"There was a misunderstanding between us," Lind said.

Now someone can listen.

Yes, misunderstanding.

If Lind had a dragon, why would he risk his life?

He believed it might be a misunderstanding.

As long as the flying dragon appears, the ten sons will have no power to resist, and they can't even stop Lind. Lind can ride the dragon over the snakeman outpost and go directly to the snake catcher fortress.

So should he question the other party?
If you have a dragon, why don’t you bring it here directly? Then we will be scared... No, I am not scared at all. In fact, I will resist even more fiercely. The son of Ronan has never been afraid of a strong enemy.

With a hoarse voice, Almert asked, "How will you treat Lord Ronan?"

There were casualties on both sides.

The cause no longer mattered, they had already evolved into a blood feud.

"I will give him a chance to surrender to me," Lind said. "If he refuses, you will see him soon, I promise!"

Almert twitched the corners of his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

This was a misunderstanding, but when they were ready to act ruthlessly and kill Lind's people, it didn't matter whether the misunderstanding was resolved or not.

But Almert could do nothing.

He lay on the ground and looked up at Lind. Although the flames did not harm Lind and even healed his body, his clothes were not spared, leaving only a pair of pants made of unknown material.

The angular body like a knife or an axe, the broad chest, and every muscle contained enough strength to defeat the Ten Sons.

There was also the intricate pattern on his chest, flickering with his breathing.

"Can you help us build a tombstone?" Almert said, "As a nobleman... the son of Ronan."

Linde raised the broken sword and chopped down fiercely.

When the blood splattered and the last life of the snake sentry disappeared, he said, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)