"Be careful!" Though Ismir was angry, he knew a Dragon Knight's life was far more valuable. Even if all of them died, it would not compare to the worth of a Dragon Knight! As an existence capable of suppressing the fortunes of a small kingdom, a Dragon Knight's deterrence and value surpassed that of an ordinary sixth-tier warrior. If he truly lost a Dragon Knight, even if he did not die, his life would be over...
"I will! I'm leaving the city to you!" Wes nodded.
"Let's go, Villy!" Wes drew the Sernal Holy Sword. Gleaming white dragon armor swiftly covered Villy's entire body. After shaking the armor to make it fit more snugly, Villy let out a long roar and carried Wes into the clouds.
"King of the Mountain... I need your help!" Wes called out to the sixth-tier heroic spirit. In response to his summons, the Sernal Holy Sword began pulsing as though it were breathing.
"As you wish!" The King of the Mountain's respectful voice rang beside Wes's ear.
"Please go forward, my lord. Leave the rest to this old man!" The ghostly green heroic spirit wore a crown upon his head. Through his shattered breastplate, his ribs could be seen, and a ghostly green heart pumped within his chest!
Boom! The War Cloud split apart, and a thunderous sound emerged from within. Two black streaks repeatedly collided in the sky. There was no magic, no Battle Technique—only the most primitive hand-to-hand slaughter!
Boom! The two Longswords crossed. Wes's tiger's mouth jolted, nearly splitting open as he almost lost his grip on the Sernal Holy Sword. He hurriedly pressed both hands down, steadying the humming blade. That single clash made him understand the gap between himself and a sixth-tier opponent. Without the dragon's support, even the