Seeing the powerful knight and the Blue Dragon locked in a fierce battle, a trace of sorrow welled up in Xilǐ'er's still-recovering mind.
He knew what the knight's fate would be, or rather, he had foreseen it.
The Twin Kings projected their power onto him, but how could a mere Middle Tier physique maintain control over such immense power for long?
Whether or not he could defeat the Blue Dragon, the knight's fate was sealed the moment he decided to pray to the Twin Kings.
They would either die in battle or succumb to physical exhaustion after defeating their opponent.
Their days-long, repetitive, and grueling battle now held meaning.
Even if a knight can only deplete a little bit of the dragon's Psionic Energy and physical reserves, it will increase his chances of winning.
By this time, Xilǐ'er had fully grasped the entirety of the plan.
In the Eternal Domain, power can only be granted by the Twin Kings with prior permission.
In other words, the knight already knew his fate when he led the Dragon-Hunting Expedition away from the Eternal Domain.
The image of him with his arm around Cyril's shoulder, drinking heartily, filled Xilǐ'er with anger at his own weakness.
A hundred years have passed since the Demonic Tide Descent this world. Although countless lives have perished because of Demonic Tide, some, like the Twin Kings, have defied the tide and become new powerhouses.
However, in the nearly one hundred years I have lived a life of mediocrity and accomplished nothing, until a few months ago when I finally received the promise of being promoted to the Middle Tier from the two emperors.
He wasn't even allowed to sacrifice his life for his lord.
For a knight, this is a tremendous disgrace.
Looking at his companions around him, who were weakening due to the draining of their power, Xilǐ'er kept urging himself on.
Faster, faster!
As long as he could be resurrected, even if he were to be shattered into pieces by the aftershocks of the battle, he hoped to share some of the burden with that knight.
Xilǐ'er's intense desire seemed to have accelerated his resurrection process somewhat, while on the battlefield not far away, the knights who had borrowed power from the Twin Kings began to gradually gain the upper hand.
The Blue Dragon spread its wings, which had rotted to the bone due to the erosion of the Demonic Tide, and instead of taking off from the spot, it began to roll around like a wild beast.
His mountain-like body swept across the entire battlefield, instantly sending the mages who had just died from the previous AoE attack back into the resurrection process.
Without the mage's restraint, the knight, whose power had surged, was also recovering his strength. No one here could stop him from entering the sky where he could roam freely.
The Blue Dragon roared to the sky, its half-rotten wings suddenly unfurling at its sides. It tried to swing its tail to maintain its balance but suddenly realized that its tail had been cut off by the knight.
Let's take off like this. It might be a bit unsteady, but it's better than continuing to struggle with these creatures on the ground.
Its wings began to flap, the tattered membranes emitting a piercing whistling sound.
The Blue Dragon staggered into the air, like a fledgling bird that had just learned to fly.
As it continued to ascend, it seemed poised to escape the dragon hunters' attack range, but just then, a sharp pain suddenly shot through its Achilles tendon in its hind paw.
Looking down, one could see that the knight, whose body was radiating light, had finished recovering his strength and leaped up from the ground, plunging his longsword into his ankle.
The excruciating pain and the weight of the pure metal knight caused the dragon's body to tilt briefly to the left. At that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats.
Turning his head to look beside him, the Blue Dragon saw a knight on horseback leap up from a cliff on his right and fly towards him.
The dragon certainly didn't want a pure metal knight and a pure metal horse landing on it. Its wings were already decaying, and without its tail to help maintain balance, this small but heavy ant would have a huge impact on its ability to maintain stable flight.
Thinking this, the inexperienced Blue Dragon subconsciously turned its body to the side. However, while this moved its torso away from the knight, its wings moved much closer.
Upon seeing this, the knight dropped his lance in mid-air and turned to draw a longsword from behind his horse.
The Blue Dragon then realized its mistake; in order to maintain its balance during flight, it had actually presented its most vulnerable part to the enemy...
Xilǐ'er's knowledge of dragons was very limited, but even he knew that for dragons, the wing membranes were among the weakest parts of their bodies.
Destroying this place won't cause much damage to the dragon, but it can effectively curb its ability to fly.
He hadn't had a chance to see the dragon spread its wings before, but now he could see clearly that the dragon's wings were already riddled with holes, and even he could damage it.
Without any hesitation, facing the approaching wings, Xilǐ'er held the knight's sword upside down with both hands and thrust it forcefully into the membrane between the two keels of the Blue Dragon's wing.
The book was right; the wing membranes of dragons were indeed a weakness. Xilǐ'er could even see the fine blood vessels on those translucent wing membranes.
"Whoosh!"
Xilǐ'er's feet were tightly hooked into the stirrups, and his legs were clamped tightly around the Radish beneath him.
The combined gravity of the man and the knight propelled the knight's sword downwards, and a wound that pierced through the entire wing membrane appeared on the Blue Dragon's wing.
Xilǐ'er's longsword sliced all the way down to the bottom, and then he and Radish fell from a height of tens of meters.
The torn wing membrane instantly lost its ability to flap air, and the Blue Dragon let out a mournful cry, its body tilting unavoidably like an airplane that had lost a wing.
Using his longsword, which was hanging upside down near the dragon's hind paws, the knight seized the opportunity to swing his body and fling himself onto the dragon's hind leg.
The knight's sword, several men long, once again transformed into a ball of light, converging in his hand into two longswords.
The next moment, the knight swung his twin swords and spun around, launching a frenzied attack on the Blue Dragon's back. When he struck the spine, he immediately changed direction, focusing his attack on one of the wing membranes.
The Blue Dragon's attack vanished before his twin blades. Faced with this situation, it could only let out a painful howl before inevitably falling to the ground with the knight on its body.
The enormous dragon body crashed heavily to the ground, seemingly having lost its last bit of strength, unable even to struggle.
The heavy body crushed several bones on the dragon's wings, and with a crisp but loud cracking sound, several broken dragon bones pierced the few remaining intact wing membranes.