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The figure had yet to arrive, but the great roar was already shaking the waves.

Countless people were shaken by this sudden roar, but their good qualities made them quickly stabilize their bodies and look forward with intense eyes.

In the midst of everyone's horrified gaze, a mirror-like piece of debris fell from the spatial rift.

Boom!

A loud crashing sound rang out, causing people to push back and grip their weapons.

"It's coming!" Estes' eyes widened sharply and he drank loudly.

Ka-ching!

The instant Estes' voice fell, a pair of dark red, huge and hideous claws poked out of that spatial rift and snapped onto the surrounding space.

The Hunters and Night Raiders and other imperial tools shook their hearts.

In the midst of people's horrified gazes, the sky was directly torn apart like a curtain.

A pair of huge fleshy wings directly tore into a huge spatial rift.

"Roar!"

The astonishing dragon roar rang out and people recovered from the shock.

It would have been fine if it was just one, but they were horrified to discover that the group of dragons were flying out in an endless stream.

Looking at the army of flying dragons that were gradually flying out, Estes shouted out with a slight smile on his lips, "Emperor Gear makes the army responsible for clearing out the smaller dragon danger species in the middle of holding the huge dragon danger!"

"Exercise justice!" A brown-haired uniformed metahuman girl, Sailu Yubikitas, said excitedly.

"This should alleviate some of my sins," Porus, who was wearing a gas mask, said.

"Yes!" Originally still somewhat afraid of the army, the fear in his heart instantly dissipated under Estes' order, and he returned to the road firmly.

Chapter 225 - Assigning the Empyrean Messenger

"Ho!" A shocking dragon roar sounded, and a huge double-winged black dragon hundreds of meters long peeked out from within.

The heaven-shadowing body suddenly caused countless soldiers to squeeze their weapons in their hands.

Red Pupil looked at the flying dragon that appeared with a gloomy face.

"Is this the thing that makes Estes wary? Dragon dangerous species?!"

Najetan's suspicious voice came to mind, removing the cigarette from her mouth and tossing it to the ground, looking at the snarling black dragon and exhaling a sigh of relief.

"Danger!" Red Hitomi cherished the words.

Her right hand rested firmly on the Murayu at her waist, her nerves accumulated from years of assassination experience clearly telling her how dangerous the black dragon in front of her was.

"I hope Estes-san will let Kuro Hitomi have this black dragon, so that the Eight Rooms will have another boost." Unlike the others, Kuro Hitomi was full of excitement.

"General!" Levar looked to Estes in front of him.

"Go!" Estes's cold but not too loud voice but it permeated the entire battlefield.

The Imperial army looked up at the pink dragons that were densely filling the sky.

A wire suddenly shot upwards from the army, and as a flying dragon howled, the wire went through its body.

"Really, I never thought I'd be working for the Empire again." A rather helpless voice sounded, a green-clothed, green-haired teenager suspended in the sky with a helpless face, his body slightly tilted back as if something was supporting him, but he didn't even fall from the sky.

"But then, I can't easily let you pass."

The sky was flooded with a silver light, and through the reflection of the sunlight it could clearly see that the entire sky was covered in a huge net.

Rabelais, who was controlling the Emperor's Thousand Changes (Crossed Tail), gently hooked a thin line that covered half of the sky.

In the next moment, a flying dragon was directly cut into pieces.

Without the use of sunlight it would not have been possible to discover that this sky had already become a forbidden area!

"You can't say that, at least we're fighting for the people," The soft-spoken Hill said softly.

But in her hand was a huge scissors empire tool that didn't even match her soft voice.

With a light leap, she cut a flying dragon in half, and blood stained her dress red.

The smile on its face made the crowd shudder.

"General!" A man in white armor respectfully addressed the white-haired old man in front of him.

"Brand, I'm no longer a general long ago, I'm just an underling of Grand General Estes." Lieva said with a shake of her head.

"You will always be my General in my heart!" Brand insisted.

"Then go fight! Victory for my general!" Leeva said, and the whole thing quickly disappeared to go hold one of the black dragons in check.

Brand was silent for a moment, looking to Estes who was facing off against the huge dragon danger, and turned to where Levar was.

With a wave of his hand, a silver lance appeared in his hand.

With a flash of scarlet dragon eyes, the silver lance danced in his hand and burst into another giant dragon.

This time there were a total of five black dragons and countless small pink flying dragons.

Each black dragon required at least a few empyrean envoys.

Suffice it to say that it was powerful!

Estes looked at the huge black dragon in front of him that was covered in red streaks like magma, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

An ice sword appeared out of thin air.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself!"

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"A useless struggle!" Biting the lollipop in his mouth, his black pupil eyes narrowed, his dark eyes so dark they seemed like endless chaos.

Gently grip the dead man's torture device eight chambers!

Leaping, he flipped over in mid-air with the aid of Rabelais's wire in the sky.

The silver blade degree a layer of darkness.

Taking advantage of the crowd to hold the black dragon in check, he struck the blade in his hand from the black dragon's head.