Hit! Hit! Hit!
The gleaming anti-magic gold bolts formed a triangular pattern, anticipating every angle at which the demonic dragon might evade.
For an instant, Malik's heart leaped into his throat. In a daze, he seemed to see the invincible dragon-riding demon king falling from the sky, the enormous demonic dragon trampled beneath his feet, while all his subjects prostrated themselves before him and cheered.
But in the next moment, that imagined scene was shattered by reality.
The seemingly massive demonic dragon moved with a finesse utterly at odds with its size, effortlessly slipping through the barrage of bolts. It looked as though the bolts had missed by only a hair, but that hair was the distance between Heaven and Hell.
Malik knew full well that this terrifying enemy would never give them a chance to fire a second volley.
Roar!
With an enraged dragon's roar, the demonic dragon's three enormous heads opened their massive jaws, lined with ghastly white fangs. The temperature in the air soared to an extreme in an instant.
Boom!
Three-colored dragonfire poured down upon the city walls like pillars holding up the heavens.
In an instant, towers collapsed and flames engulfed the city.
It was as though they had been cast into an endless inferno. Countless figures, without even the time to scream, were burned to ashes in the scorching dragonfire.
The firelight painted his face orange-red.
He stood there blankly for a long time, even forgetting to consider how many men they had lost under such an assault, or how terrifying the Frankish barbarians' next attack would be.
"By the Holy Fire!"
Beside him, General Mujit had gone deathly pale with fright and kept murmuring prayers.
He was the Guard Captain of Damascus and had always overseen its defense. Though he had heard countless