Chapter 599

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"Yes." The giant dragon's voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of unwillingness.

Its words had barely fallen when another giant dragon indeed spiraled down from the sky, mocking: "Kasa, you actually can't resist a divine art."

"It's a Level 3 divine art." The giant dragon glared, like two brightly lit factories.

The later-arriving dragon had denser, finer scales; its face wrinkled as if smiling: "Level 3 Divine Art Divine Art: Divine Art: Tongshen? Who would waste a Level 3 Divine Knight Position on Divine Art: Divine Art: Tongshen?"

Yin Sen Guan was a bit embarrassed; indeed very few people invested large amounts of energy into political divine arts. Apart from the current situation, the advantages of Level 3 divine arts were hard to bring into play.

However, finding the dragons hiding in the dark was already worth the price of admission.

Chen Yi hid among the crowd, clicking his tongue in amazement. Dragons could speak, and one could tell from these big fellows transformed from small lizards, but they discussed issues with correct pronunciation and clear logic, truly astonishing.

These were completely different intelligent creatures.

And there were two of them!

Chen Yi's palms were slightly sweating; he had brought a total of seven Aging Scrolls, the maximum quantity the Holy Qiao Kingdom could supply in a short time. On paper, three to deal with one dragon seemed simple, but once battle truly began, anything could happen.

"Why did you attack Black Port?" Yin Sen Guan puffed out his chest and raised his head, this time not using Divine Art Divine Art: Divine Art: Tongshen.

Level 3 Divine Art Divine Art: Divine Art: Tongshen allowed asking three questions a day, and if the angle was right, it could play an extremely great role.

The dragon affected by the divine art just now was very unhappy, letting out a low growl and shaking its head left and right, as if counting heads.

It was not entirely without misgivings toward Divine Knights.

With this discovery, Chen Yi felt much more relaxed.

The two dragons shook their heads and wagged their tails, taking a long while before saying: "Who are you?"

"We are the owners of Black Port, Divine Knights of West River City-State." Yin Sen Guan answered quickly.

Speaking with dragons had often appeared in the history of the West Continent in the past, but was rarely heard of nowadays.

The one with fine scales listened carefully, moved its head, and said: "A city-state—what qualification does it have to own Black Port? Leave here immediately."

"I thought you would drive us out, just like you did to my vanguard." Chen Yi finally spoke. He actually didn't want to act like a leader in front of two giant dragons, but if he didn't jump out to command, Yin Sen Guan's momentum was too weak.

"Those who used Fire Spears—are they yours?"

"Fire Spears..." Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "They are my people."

"Get out of Black Port!" The attitudes of the two dragons suddenly changed.

Chen Yi immediately realized the Russians must have done something.

However, with the atmosphere between the two sides so tense, he no longer had the opportunity to ask.

One dragon turned and flew toward Black Port, while the other also headed toward the direction of the mountain peaks.

If it really flew into the mountain range, the missile hit rate would drop significantly. Chen Heng anxiously looked at Chen Yi while making hand gestures.

Chen Yi shook his head, not letting him activate it immediately.

Two giant dragons were not so easy to deal with; even in battle, they could not engage in this kind of desperate fight. They were several tens of kilometers from the camp, the sky was open with contingency plans, but if they entered Black Port, the situation would be very different.

If the dragon dove into the sea, anti-ship missiles would definitely miss.

Divine Knights were not suited for underwater combat either.

Seeing Chen Yi and the others make no move, the fine-scaled dragon turned in the sky, went around a mountain peak, and also pounced toward Black Port.

A sheet of flames rose instantly.

The Naval Staff Officer said unwillingly: "The Russians are finished; such a sacrifice is worthless."

But the several Divine Knights beside Chen Yi did not even blink.

Facing giant dragons, Divine Knights were prepared to sacrifice themselves; in their eyes, the Russians were not even as valuable as a long spear.

At this moment, being able to see the power of the dragon's breath, or even waste a dragon's breath, was worth it.

Suddenly, two armored vehicles rushed out from the fire.

The armored vehicles' hulls were still burning, as if coated with napalm. The fine-scaled dragon lowered slightly, like a reconnaissance plane observing the effect—just tens of thousands of times larger.

The raging fire spread around with the vehicles, clearly visible from dozens of kilometers away, but as for rescue, it was definitely too late.

The fine-scaled dragon floated mockingly above the flames, its soccer-field-sized face swaying back and forth in the distance; only when human traces disappeared around did it roar: "Leave!"

"Leave..." The valley's echo repeated.

Chen Yi crossed his arms, frowned, then relaxed, smiling: "If you weren't afraid, you wouldn't order us to leave, but would swallow us whole, right? Just like how you treated Black Port. By the way, what is there in Black Port that makes you so unhappy?"

"This is our territory, leave!" The dragon repeated impatiently.

"I won't leave." When Chen Yi spoke, Chen Heng and the others were already sweating nervously. Under the oath-keeping situation, this represented Chen Yi's absolute attitude.

The dragon said in an unbelieving tone: "You dare challenge a giant dragon?"

"Not a challenge." Chen Yi looked at the missile vehicle behind him and said: "We are stationed here."

He figured the dragons wouldn't waste themselves on Black Port, so there was no need to actively rush up.

The Preset Battlefield was still very important in this disadvantaged war; they had waited two weeks, and a few more days didn't matter.

The dragons naturally couldn't; they were still quite wary of so many Divine Knights. After a while, the fine-scaled dragon probed forward a bit.

The Divine Knights made no move.

The thick-scaled one also came over, approaching bit by bit and circling around, clearly testing the bottom line.

Even when hunting a rabbit, one must use full strength; the dragon did not want to risk its own life.

The two sides drew closer and closer; finally, the first Divine Knight made contact with the dragon.

It was Yin Senlie.

He raised his hand and cast a "Fire Storm," burning toward the giant dragon, which was naturally useless, but it enraged the Fine-Scaled Dragon.

The latter likewise exhaled, instantly setting Yin Senlie's beard ablaze.

"Don't move the missile." Chen Yi suppressed himself and took out the Aging Scroll, also flying toward the battlefield.

The Divine Art Knight beside him immediately followed up, and a great battle was imminent.

The two giant dragons opened their mouths simultaneously, their thick breaths crisscrossing, covering Chen Yi's Fire Storm within five seconds, and burning one Divine Art Knight down from the sky.

He was relying on his Divine Art level to directly withstand the pressure of the breath.

Chen Heng gripped the ring and said, "First set up the missile launcher."

"It will be focused fired on." Chen Yi still did not agree, and the scroll in his hand was not released.

The Level 12 Aging Scroll had a wide range, effective within approximately one kilometer. But compared to the giant dragon's speed, one kilometer was truly not reassuring enough.

In the sky, another three Divine Art Knights fell, fortunately only injured. The remaining hundred-plus knights, out of fear, mostly circled around the giant dragon, like flies behind a cow's buttocks, being driven here and there.

After teasing each other for more than ten minutes, the Fine-Scaled Dragon's patience was exhausted.

Taking the opportunity of a breath, it suddenly bared its gleaming teeth and ruthlessly bit a certain knight dodging the fire, while simultaneously another breath spurted forth.

The Divine Art Knight between the white teeth did not have time to say anything before being burned to black ash.

Chen Yi suddenly flew up, and the freshly made Aging Scroll unfurled in the wind.

The Thick-Scaled Dragon that had been staring at him glanced this way, then paused in midair, grinning widely, and said in a voice like a great bell: "So, your trump card is here. Aging Scroll? What kind of scroll can this continent produce?"

The Fine-Scaled Dragon also laughed: "Even if you have a Level 9 Aging Scroll, don't think you can keep me. Still, you are quite clever."

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