Chapter 8

"Damn it! Greg, what did you find?"

Like a conditioned reflex, the young sky knight took the large bow from beside him, drew a fine steel arrow with his backhand, and aimed it at the enemy that might appear below, ready to strike.

"Roar!"

The wind dragon Greg changed its straight flight path and began circling a certain area of the forest below, as if there was something under the big tree that made it wary or curious.

"Greg, start with a Wind Shredder!"

The young sky knight, who had long been in perfect sync with the wind dragon, naturally knew what to do at this moment. He slowly drew the bowstring.

The resilient bowstring, made from the tendon of a perfectly conditioned red-blooded aurochs and processed with special techniques, was immediately pulled to seven-tenths, quickly storing over a hundred kilograms of force (equivalent to 4 stones).

"Roar!~"

The intangible wind element energy instantly became dense, as if the wind dragon was inhaling, its chest swelling by two parts in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, following a light roar, a dense hissing sound erupted in the air, as if many things were tearing through it, producing a strange whistling sound.

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds burst from the forest below, branches and leaves flying everywhere. Several trees, except for their main trunks and branches, were stripped clean.

A lush tree that was once in full bloom suddenly looked like it was in the middle of winter, and a small area of the forest became instantly clear.

"Who's there? Come out! If you surrender, Dragon Knight Eroca will spare your life."

The large bow was instantly pulled to nine-tenths, and the young sky knight saw three human figures revealed under the tree stripped of its branches by the dense wind blades released by Greg.

It seemed to be two women and one man.

The man was wearing a peculiar black knight's heavy armor, a full-face helmet covering his face, making it impossible to recognize his appearance.

The women were wearing strange clothes, but their curvaceous figures still allowed their gender to be identified. Their faces were smeared with disgusting black and green stripes, making it impossible to see their features.

It was like the northern barbarian shamans who liked to make their faces look neither human nor ghost.

When did a wild tribe appear in this forest? And with black hair and black eyes, could they really be devils?

May the divine light descend and thoroughly purify these scum that pollute the world.

At the first sight of the two women, Eroca almost shot an arrow at them.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The large bow in his hand did not relax. Eroca, the dragon knight, believed he had the absolute ability to kill these three peculiar individuals without a scratch. The arrowhead moved slightly over the three of them.

The two women each held a strange object in their hands, and from their movements, it seemed to be some kind of weapon.

Hmph! Such short and peculiar things, how could they possibly pose a threat to the great "Dragon Knight" Eroca!

"I am Morin, a dragon knight of the first elite assault squadron of the first regiment of the Royal Dragon Riders Corps of the Sylan Empire! I demand to be treated as a knight and to know where I am."

Liner did not completely avoid the other party. He removed the "Dragon General" tactical helmet and took two steps out from behind the tree, making himself more visible.

The first elite assault squadron of the first regiment of the Royal Dragon Riders Corps of the Sylan Empire? Morin?

The twin sisters looked at each other in shock. They had heard this information before.

No, no, it should be one of the confessions that Major Liner inadvertently gave to the CIA when he was captured in the United States and subjected to anesthesia and hypnosis.

Is this really true?

Major Liner did not lie!

Heaven help us, those unfortunate Americans actually obtained the most real and useless information.

Ten thousand "Abrams" main battle tanks rumbling over the White House lawn couldn't be more tragic.

Where are they supposed to find the Sylan Empire? Isn't this a joke!?

Morin? Liner? It's enough to make top intelligence experts despair.

A dragon knight of the Sylan Empire? Eroca's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became tense.

The Royal Dragon Riders Corps of the Sylan Empire are genuine dragon knights who ride true dragons, not like him, who rides a small dragon.

Previously, he called himself a "dragon knight" just to add some prestige to himself. The correct title should be "flying dragon knight."

If a reckless person dared to use such a title in front of a true dragon and a genuine dragon knight, they would most likely be crushed into a pulp or obliterated on the spot.

No one would seek justice for such a fool who brought death upon themselves.

A true dragon knight could easily crush a dozen flying dragon knights. If what the other party said was true, then he himself would be in great danger.

Thinking of this, Eroca immediately lost his nerve, and the large bow in his hand relaxed involuntarily. He kept looking around, afraid of being attacked by a terrifying dragon.

Wait, Morin?

It seems I have heard this name before?

"Greg!"

Eroca put down the large bow and gestured to his wind dragon.

The intelligent dragon easily understood his knight's meaning, flapping its wings slightly and landing on the top of a nearby tree.

Its long, powerful limbs tightly gripped the treetop, and after a few adjustments, it successfully stabilized itself. The wing membranes still pressed on the branches, distributing the body's weight and allowing it to take off again at any time.

The flying dragon knight carefully examined the other party and asked again, "Are you really Morin?"

Black hair, black eyes, which seemed to match the description of the dragon knight who had signed a contract with a gold dragon.

The dragon knight with the light element battle aura also had black hair and black eyes.

Compared to the brief tension and fear he felt earlier, he suddenly felt more relaxed.

It seemed that this dragon knight's name did not exert as much pressure on him as other dragon knights.

"That's right, I am indeed the dragon knight Morin! You haven't answered my question yet."

Liner closely watched the other party's movements, secretly being cautious.

Although there is an unwritten rule among sky knights: in non-combat situations, it is forbidden to kill unarmed or non-combatant sky knights.

However, there are still some unsavory practices in private.

Both the "Dragon General" and the light battle aura were enough to ensure that Liner could completely ignore the large bow in the other party's hands, but the twin sisters behind him could not.

These sisters probably didn't know that the large bow in the other party's hands could pierce through that tree.

Unfortunately, his gold dragon, Gold Coin, had been forcibly taken back to the Sky Dragon City by the dragon clan's law enforcement captain, the female space silver dragon Tesseria. Otherwise, he wouldn't be wasting time with this small flying dragon knight.

He wouldn't even need to do anything himself; the ferocious glutton would already have these two guys by the neck, ready to torture them.

"You really are Morin? Yes, I know your name. The Royal Dragon Riders Corps of the Sylan Empire does indeed have a dragon knight named Morin, but ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Eroca completely overlapped the other party's name with the information in his memory and suddenly burst into a laugh with a strange meaning.

I was being too cautious!

To be afraid of such a guy!

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