Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

The sixth-order ghost dragon has always been Moslian's best weapon.

When this ghost dragon was only at the fourth level, Moslian found it seriously injured in the plane of the undead.

Since then, the Abyss Order of Airland has gained a mage who has no native undead, and the plane of the undead has gained a ghost dragon that devours low-level undead in order to recover from its injuries as quickly as possible. Finally one day, the ghost dragon fully recovered. That year, Mo Silian was at the fifth level, and Ghost Dragon was also at the fifth level. Facing the enemy's ridicule, Moslian brazenly summoned the mighty and domineering Ghost Dragon to give the enemy a head-on blow.

This is a two-way story.

A hundred years have passed, Moslian is at the sixth level, and Ghost Dragon is also at the sixth level.

And Moslian has also become one of the twelve chief instructors of the Abyss Order of Airland.

It's just that there is no enemy worthy of Moslian summoning the ghost dragon. Only in the dead of night, he will summon the ghost dragon, stroke the ghost dragon's pale face, and look at each other affectionately.

To this day!

He, Moslian, once again summoned the sixth-order ghost dragon, just to let the world know that the Abyss Cult should not be insulted lightly.

This useless dragon slayer is just a waste in name only!

"bass--!"

A sword light flashed.

With a loud noise, a ring of dust exploded around the towering bell tower a hundred meters away. There was already a crack on it. The sword light pierced the sky and disappeared. The structural balance of the bell tower collapsed and was severed from the middle. Finally, in a burst of Amidst the roar, it fell to the ground and turned into ruins.

"This, how is this possible?"

Moslian's face turned pale, and a line of blood started from his forehead and gradually spread downwards, with blood oozing out bit by bit. He only had time to say this, and his eyes lost focus.

"puff--"

There was a muffled sound of flesh and blood being separated in the air, and broken human organs slid from the cracks to the ground.

The ghost dragon and Moslian standing on the ghost dragon's head were torn in half like a cut canvas.

There was deathly silence all around, and everyone stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes.

A sixth-level magician and a sixth-level ghost dragon were killed so easily and casually with a sword?

"Do you know why I didn't interrupt your spellcasting?"

Su Nian put the blood-stained giant sword back into the scabbard on his back, seemingly speaking to the dead Moslian, but actually speaking to the people around him.

"There are too many people who question my dragon slaying, so I will slay it for you. Also, the dragon slaying technique is really useful. It saved me at least 50% of my energy. Otherwise, the bell tower behind me would not have been cut in half but directly … crumble into powder.”

Su Nian's words were resounding and penetrated into everyone's heart equally.

Including Pastor Noreki, she had a hunch that the man next to Anna was very strong, but she didn't expect to be so strong.

This thing is a dragon. He is already so perverted even before he switches to his original form. However, his strength is clearly down to seventh level, so it shouldn't be so outrageous...

Pastor Noreji couldn't figure it out. She thought maybe she had been in the library for too long and too many changes had taken place outside. For example, it was quite outrageous that a sixth-level necromancer could summon a ghost dragon. Sure enough, it still happened. Anna's idea is good...you should really stay in the academy for a while to understand the current situation.

"Your Excellency Moslian?!"

The gray-robed mages around him panicked after being stunned for a short time. They looked at Moslian's body and didn't know what to do for a moment, but then they thought, they were all dead, Moslian came intact. It should be brought back intact.

At this thought, several gray-robed mages looked at each other and began the spirit summoning ceremony in front of everyone.

They first took out a dark coffin from the space ring, and then put Moslian's body that was cut in half into the coffin.

The six gray-robed mages lifted the coffin and placed it on their shoulders. They muttered words and danced strangely on the spot. The black smoke-like aura of the undead gradually spread with the rhythm of the dance, and the faces of each gray-robed wizard They all showed strange smiles, and they swayed their necks and arms rhythmically, spinning in circles and twisting their buttocks. Finally, accompanied by a roar of the dead, they placed the coffin on the ground.

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"Uh ah ah..."

Moslian has been "resurrected" into a skeleton mage. It stares at the surroundings with a dull expression and utters demented murmurs. It has long lost the memory of being a living person.

"Your Excellency Moslian, I'm sorry, we can only bring you back to the world in this way..."

A gray-robed mage bowed deeply to Moslian, his voice choked with sobs.

"Yes, at least you are still intact like this, and you can retain most of your strength. You still have level five after all..."

Another gray-robed mage was kicked by his companion before he finished speaking.

"Damn it! Is this why we resurrected Mr. Moslian?"

"That's right! We obviously want to put Lord Mosliyan to rest in peace!"

Standing nearby, Su Nian's mouth twitched slightly, and his left foot lightly hit the ground. A dangerous wave of magic spread out, and no one except Pastor Noreji and Anna noticed it.

"boom--!"

I saw a towering pillar of fire breaking through the dense soil and rising from the ground. The fire light illuminated half of the sky, like a long red sword thrust into the sky.

The newly resurrected Moslian was naturally turned into ashes in this terrifying pillar of fire.

"This this......"

The gray-robed mages looked at each other, their lips trembling, and their helpless eyes searching around.

They were sure that there was no magic fluctuation just now, but where did this pillar of fire come from?

It's embarrassing this time...

But there is no shortage of smart people in the world. Immediately, a gray-robed mage knelt on the ground and cried to Moslian's ashes:

"Sir, aren't you willing to protect us even if you die? Oh, oh, oh, oh, we have let you down!"

The other gray-robed mages around him also reacted immediately. They formed a circle around Mosilian's ashes and burst into tears, as if the dead Mosilian was their biological father.

"Ahem, I'm sorry Mr. Watrous, Miss Anna, this matter is very bad. I will report it to His Majesty truthfully... You don't have to worry, it was the Abyss Cult who provoked me first."

The director of the St. Louis Academy of Magic, Labo Kiki, arrived belatedly.

He had already learned the basic story of the matter from the vice-dean, and he came here specifically to apologize to Su Nian and Anna. He did not want to lose an outstanding student like Anna under any circumstances.

"You're welcome, Mr. Dean." Su Nian looked at the old mage whose gray beard was swept to the ground and smiled, "In fact, it doesn't matter if the entire Abyss Cult comes to trouble me, I will make sure they come back without any return. , but since you are willing to explain it to His Majesty, that would be great, after all, no one wants to see that happen, right?"

"Yes, yes." Lamborghini wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

For some reason, he, a majestic seventh-level mage, still felt a fatal sense of oppression from the knight in front of him...

He has always trusted his instincts.

It seems that the treatment for new student Anna will be improved even more.

The next chapter begins with the plot of the player appearing.