MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 185 sacrifice

"If you want to stay with us, they will all have to die!" Yinlong roared, and the dragon's breath surged out, directly overturning a flame demon holding a flaming battle axe.

"Ang!" In the painful dragon's roar, a scarlet wound appeared with the flying flames, and the fiery dragon blood was splashed into the turbulent river.

"Looking for death!" Ospiya waved Wanlongfan singing and swayed a whip of flame, feeling infinitely aggrieved, manpower seemed a little insignificant in the battle of giant beasts...

"Breaking the Army!" The golden Wanlong Fan sang a masterpiece of light, and the flame of war that compressed into the thickness of his arm turned into a spear and stabbed out fiercely.

"Roar!" With the deafening roar of a Balrog, the spear burst on his body, and half of his shoulders and arms were blown out.

"Go to hell! Damn lizards! Damn chops!" The injured Balrog's eyes were scarlet, and desperately threw out the flame whip in his hand.

"Bang!" A crisp voice sounded, and the fine cracks on the surface of the dragon shield in Ospiya's hand quietly crawled around - the shield was about to shatter!

"Damn it!" Before Ospiya could react, the solid dragon shield in his hand exploded under the constant blows of the Balrogs.

"Hoo~" The harsh sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Ospiya found a red phantom rushing towards him in horror through the flying shield fragments.

"It's over!" Ospiya lost his soul, and he lost his shield to block the slender dragon spear that he could barely use to block the quick strike.

"Ang!" Yinlong's shrill dragon roar interrupted the sluggish Ospiya, only to see that his own dragon raised a dragon wing to hold the shocking blow. Divided into two sections.

"Bastards! Damn you!" Ospiya roared angrily after watching his dragon fall from a low altitude and turned into an army.

"Ospiya! Get out of here immediately! I'll send you out! We can't all die here! Take my reverse scales to Dragon Island... Avenge me!" The dragon claws tore off a silver dragon scale that grows in reverse from his chest, and after that is the dragon's heart!

The inverse scales fall off and never die!

"No! No! My brother!" Ospiya burst into tears as he forcibly resisted the huge dragon force that pushed him outward.

"We can't beat it... let's go! Don't give up in vain!" Yinlong, who lost the ability to fly and jump in space, looked at Ospiya sadly. Now he is no longer the noble space elf of the dragon family, and the difference in number is enough let him fall.

"Knights will not abandon their comrades! Humans will not abandon their allies!" Ospiya roared and smashed a flaming battle axe swung towards them with Wanlong Brahma, and the Balrog looked in awe With the divine weapon in his hand, he retreated dozens of meters, the fighting spirit surged on his body, and soon a new battle axe was condensed.

"Roar!" An angry Yinlong leaned down and shook his head, splashing the torrent of dragon breath in a fan shape.

"Now! Immediately! Immediately leave!" Yinlong, who had forced back at least three Flame Demons, said solemnly.

"For the glory we once passed!"

"We have walked the world with compassion!"

"Salute to those knights with justice in their hearts!"

"We are fighting for the loyalty of the human race!"

"Love the world with a holy heart!"

"We have guarded Middle-earth with shields!"

"We brave the dark abyss!"

"Bury our nobility in humility!"

"I finally sacrificed for the human race with glory!"

glory! mercy! justice! loyalty! Fraternity! guard! brave! humble! sacrifice! The nine-colored halo appeared on his body along with Ospiya's passionate singing. The nine rhythmic halo was so thrilling and tear-jerking... Every knight can fight beyond the ranks, it is precisely because of this last Sacrificial halo!

"You...you're crazy!" Yinlong felt the terrifying aura on his back, which was beyond the power of the sixth-order peak.

"You said! What is above the sixth order..." The hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, but the breath was as holy as heaven!

"Holy Sword! Judgment!" Ospiya, who was cracked all over his body, grabbed his left hand in the air, and a silver holy sword phantom appeared in his hand. Ospiya's **** eyes showed a touch of disdain. Immediately press hard!

"boom!"

The sky is broken! A kilometer-long silver holy sword fell straight down and slammed into the flame demons fiercely!

"Ow!" With a shrill wailing, as the silver light in the sky dissipated, the originally injured Balrog had disappeared, and only a red heart of Balrog was left in the 100-meter-deep crater. In the air half a meter above the ground, this is the last evidence of the Balrog's existence.

"So you guys will die too..." Ospiya coughed out a mouthful of dark red blood and wiped his mouth.

"Osibaiah, you..." Yinlong's huge dragon eyes were filled with tears. He understood that the moment when the halo of sacrifice rose was the most glorious moment in a knight's life, and it was also the moment when the curtain was about to end...

"Why..." Yinlong's voice trembled, and the one person and one dragon who had the same mind made him understand what his knight was thinking.

"Sorry, this wasn't your battle... I'm sorry for involving you... As for the reverse scale... You'd better put it on yourself... Go back to Long Island and take care of yourself... You've done enough for me..." Oss Baia lay on the dragon saddle and vomited blood, speaking intermittently.

"There are three more..." The three fiery red figures that appeared in Ospiya's gradually blurred eyes were so clear!

"Let's go! Aster! Go back to Dragon Island! Leave humans! Leave Middle-earth! Don't come back... This is not your battlefield!" The comrades-in-arms who have been fighting for a hundred years are very piercing roars.

Looking at the knight whose eyes were blurred by the blood bursting out of his wound, the silver dragon Aster gently bent over and gave him the battlefield! This is his glory! This is his war! This is his hometown!

"Thank you..." Ospiya, who supported Wanlongfan singing, murmured in a low voice and limped towards the Balrogs. His time was running out...

"Roar!" A roar that didn't sound like a human voice came from Ospiya's mouth.

"This blow... the gods apologize!" The Osbayar Dragon Spear, full of fighting spirit, swore in one fell swoop.

"Yu Long Funeral!" Long Qishuai's strongest blow broke through the air, and a silver dragon condensed by the fighting spirit swooped towards the flame demons.

The violent shock wave frantically tore apart everything within a radius of hundreds of kilometers. Whether it was a huge ancient tree or rolling hills, it was torn into pieces, and the entire land became a vast shock plain! This is already the terrifying destructive power that God's Forbidden Curse can cause!

"With the body of a mortal... standing shoulder to shoulder with gods!" Silver Dragon Aster's dragon eyes shrunk into a slit, and he actually felt the breath of God on his knight! That strike actually contained a touch of divine power, which was different from the divine power of the divine weapon Wanlong Brahma, but the divine power born from the body of Ospiya.

"No...no..." Aster helplessly whimpered, he actually felt the newly born godhead in Ospiya's body!

"I'm sorry, old friend..." Before Ospiya could finish his words, he fell to the ground and dissipated as a blob of light...

"Ang!" A long and sad dragon roar resounded in the north that day...