The Unstoppable Demon Dragon

Under the premeditated sonic blast from Vortigern, the knights' formation was scattered instantly; one knight, unable to dodge in time, was knocked unconscious and rendered combat-ineffective.

King Uther glanced at the fallen knight with hidden resentment, yet he showed no weakness in his voice, shouting, "Brother, I have come to slay you!"

"Then come and slay me, my cowardly brother!" Vortigern's dragon roar echoed through the city as he flapped his wings to take flight, diving straight toward the group while wreathed in fiery breath.

This! How could anyone block this!

Anno's heart hammered violently.

He absolutely could not withstand Vortigern, who spanned dozens of meters in length.

King Uther's expression remained steady; he held his longsword upright and charged toward the Demon Dragon without a shred of fear.

"My King!" Anno whispered instinctively.

The knights quickly regrouped, following closely behind King Uther.

On one side was the Demon Dragon wreathed in flames, and on the other, a mere handful of knights.

The longsword in King Uther's hand suddenly grew massive, and just as he was about to collide with Vortigern, he delivered a fierce downward strike.

Vortigern's visually overwhelming dive was brought to a jarring halt by the blow.

However, King Uther was also forced back by the sheer impact.

Anno and the other knights braced King Uther's back, helping him absorb the immense force.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of King Uther's mouth.

The longsword returned to its original size, and Vortigern crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Suddenly, a burst of flame erupted from the smoke.

"Argh!" In their haste, several knights caught in the open were melted on the spot by the breath.

"You!" Uther stood at the very front, unshaken, though his heart ached for the loss of his knights.

With a flick of his longsword, he carved a gap through the breath, just wide enough for him to evade.

Anno, failing to dodge in time, was struck directly by the breath, and the longsword that had accompanied him for a year melted into molten iron.

The Treasure Armor gifted by the Fairy emitted a faint glow, barely protecting Anno and preventing him from perishing in the terrifying breath.

But now, he had lost his weapon.

As the breath dissipated, Vortigern emerged from the smoke.

King Uther's earlier strike had left a deep gash on his face, but Vortigern seemed not to feel the pain at all; he merely grinned hideously, watching Uther and the Anno who had escaped death.

Anno's survival seemed to surprise him slightly.

King Uther brandished his longsword and charged forward, engaging Vortigern in close-quarters combat.

Anno took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

For some reason, Vortigern gave him a strange feeling—as if Vortigern were not a living being at all.

Anno, having lost his weapon, did not want to show weakness, especially since King Uther was currently being suppressed in the fierce struggle against the dragon.

King Uther's longsword grew massive, radiating light; it was clearly some form of divine weapon, and combined with his skilled martial arts and agile dodging, Vortigern could not take him down for the moment.

Anno scanned his surroundings, finding only ruins destroyed by the breath; he figured he wouldn't find a weapon here.

Looking at the rubble scattered across the ground, a plan formed in Anno's mind.