"You go play well, I'll handle that middle-aged man." Zilvra wrapped her cloak tightly around her, instantly melding into the surrounding shadows. Only her voice floated on the wind: "Black Dragon, remember, do not disturb my fun!"

The Black Dragon snorted softly, stomped fiercely, and turned to charge towards the battlefield where the battle puppets were. During his run, his exquisite suit suddenly burst apart, transforming into shreds of fabric flung into the air. A long howl echoed in the temple.

At this moment, the battle puppets realized it was too time-consuming to break through their opponents' defenses with their fists, so they took two steps back and started charging at the steel line formed by the knights. Their heavy bodies resembled wild horses unleashed, accompanied by the dense and thunderous sound of stamping, directly charging towards the shield formation. This time, even if their shields remained undamaged, these humans could no longer stand safely in place.

If the paladins are fences, then the battle puppets are charging armored vehicles. But from another direction, the Black Dragon was more like a tsunami. He accelerated his sprint while restoring his original form.

The massive shadow instantly enveloped everyone present, and the oppressive aura of the Dragon Clan burst forth, making the air feel as if it had solidified, rendering breathing difficult. However, compared to the situation of the battle puppets, this was merely a minor inconvenience. The iron guys charging forward were eagerly anticipating the thrill of shattering their opponents, only to find a giant mountain pressing down on them. No, to be precise, it was a mountain, covered with scales harder than steel, crashing down like a meteor.

The battle puppets resembled pitiful piles of rubble, hurled into the air. The Black Dragon raised its neck and, in one motion, snatched a puppet mid-air. Black-green acidic liquid sprayed from between its teeth, and after a cloud of thick smoke dissipated, its mouth contained only a lump of charred sludge.

The priests and paladins present were also victims, unfortunately standing in the path of the Black Dragon's charge, even getting hit earlier than those battle puppets. Although the Black Dragon deliberately reduced its impact on them, Zilvra did not give it strict orders like "do not attack Priest Pate and the knights."

So, apart from Zilvra, the female Drow's target archbishop, and Lynch's friend Kuboert, theoretically, everyone present was the Black Dragon's enemy. He looked at the abundant attack options beneath him and felt particularly excited for a moment. The Black Dragon spread its wings, conveniently knocking down the supporting pillars on both sides of the temple. The rubble fell before the ceiling, pelting the nobles present like raindrops. Unlike the priests and knights, the ordinary nobles had no ability whatsoever to resist the dragon's might. Their eyes widened in bloodshot horror, unable to hear anything but their own intense heartbeats. Those who fainted from fear counted themselves lucky, for the ones who did not lose consciousness could only watch the ceiling crash toward them, entirely unable to move a step.

From all directions of the city, soldiers were gradually arriving. Seeing the battle in front of the temple, they naturally bestowed the title of "most dangerous enemy" upon the Black Dragon.

Even a slight injury would be a great insult to the Black Dragon, and it had no intention of being insulted today. Seeing the incoming fellows raise their crossbows, with some even charging at him with longswords, the giant dragon smiled—a bedtime knight's fairy tale had made them forget the true terror of the Dragon Clan.

Yellow eyes flickered, and a mass of darkness erupted from the giant dragon, instantly shrouding an area of dozens of meters around. This was a supernatural dark magic, impenetrable even by the dark vision of dwarves or dark elves, and all natural light was rendered ineffective. The soldiers immediately lost their target, unsure of their location or the whereabouts of the giant dragon. Several crossbow arrows were fired into the darkness, relying solely on the shooters' last-minute memories. But how could the Black Dragon stand still as a target?

It had long since taken flight, gliding over the battlefield. With its enhanced special perception, the Black Dragon could determine its surroundings through any vibrations. Even in the darkness, it was unaffected, as the scenes of the panicked warriors on the ground, running, colliding, and falling, were vividly manifested in its mind.

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