Blessing of Hagia Sophia

"It's a demon dragon, a three-headed demon dragon!"

For the Crusaders seeing a winged dragon like this for the first time, the shock in their hearts was beyond description.

After all, in the tales of "dragon slayers" sung by bards, the protagonists were mostly wandering knights; in murals of Saint George slaying the dragon, the demon dragon was often smaller than the white horse beneath Saint George.

As for the sea dragon they had seen earlier, they had not considered it a dragon at all, but rather some deep-sea monstrosity.

He had come. He had actually come!

"How could there be someone so greedy? He seized the fertile lands of Eguptos, yet he still covets the imperial throne? What exactly does he want?"

Bubbles gurgled across the Lava Giant's body. Thick magma burst open, releasing a heavy sulfurous stench that reflected his inner turmoil.

A man's reputation cast a long shadow.

This was the man who had personally smashed the only acknowledged legend of the Mediterranean world over the past several centuries from his pedestal. In the entire Extraordinary world, who now dared pound their chest and claim they would stand against him?

Alexios, who had just climbed the walls of Galata to observe the battle, furrowed his brow. He had known Lothar might come, but he had not expected him to arrive so quickly.

Shouldn't he have been concentrating on dealing with the heretics of Egypt, expanding the Crusader Kingdom he had newly established overseas?

At such a critical moment, how could he abandon his holy war to bring troops here in support of heretics, while flying the empire's Double-Headed Eagle banner? Wasn't he afraid of losing all reputation and being regarded as the King of Greece's lapdog?

Alexios, who had spent years among the Latin world in exile,