Nobody understands cardboard people better than me

Chapter 200

"how can that be?!"

The bone dragon Georgi Erso struggled to get up and flew into the sky again.

But its body with many broken bones no longer had the majesty and high-spiritedness it had at the beginning.

His empty eye sockets stared straight at the pale and extremely weak presiding judge and head of the temple who were kneeling on the ground on one knee. The constantly beating fire of the soul showed how unbelievable it was inside.

He was shot down from the air by two humans who were a big difference from him, and had many bones destroyed?

"Who is the saint you are talking about? Why does she have such powerful magic!"

The bone dragon was shocked and angry. It knew that it had underestimated the world and the saint in the mouth of these priests.

But thinking about it now, it was really my own carelessness.

Think about it too, how could an ordinary saint have the qualifications to bestow divine spells?

To have this ability, the strength of this saint is at least a demigod, otherwise her blessing is not worthy of the word "god".

Thinking of this, Bone Dragon panicked a little.

It is just a legendary bone dragon, and there is still a huge gap between it and the demigod. If this demigod is provoked, then I am afraid that I will die on the spot without even bones remaining.

Although there is also a demigod Lord of the Undead behind him, but it is a world away, even the Lord of the Undead will not be able to rescue him in time!

The more Gu Long thought about it, the more he felt that he was very insecure at this time.

It roared to the sky and roared towards the priests:
"Hmph, ants, I don't believe you can release the attack just now!"

Hearing this roar, everyone at the scene, including the two S-rank priests, was ashamed and desperate.

Of course they knew that the attack just now was the full force of their two bosses, otherwise they wouldn't be the weak group now.

Because of this, they knew that the bone dragon was telling the truth, and they couldn't use the same moves anymore.

Not to mention the same moves, it's even difficult to move!
Are we really going to die here?
God, save your devout believers!

Holy Maiden, I beg you to show miracles and eliminate the evil in front of you!

Just as the priests were praying silently in their hearts, the skull dragon suddenly moved.

However, to everyone's surprise, the Bone Dragon, who thought it was going to kill, flapped its wings quickly and rushed towards the space passage in the foggy area.

Everyone was stunned.

What the hell?
What's the matter?
Aren't you the winner? What are you running for?

"Heh, you still want to run after hurting my believers in my territory? What kind of place is this place? Come if you want, and leave if you want?"

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant sound sounded from all directions, making it difficult to tell where the sound came from.

Hearing these threatening words and the fierce killing intent, Bone Dragon's heart sank. Sure enough, the demigod was still alarmed.

"Madan, fortunately, I'm smart, I ran away after saying harsh words, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be really cold." Looking at the space passage in front of him, Gu Long thought smugly in his heart.

In just a few seconds, he can rush into the space channel and return to his own world.

No matter how strong the light demigod is, he can't rush into the base camp of the undead to chase and kill him, right?
However, as the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Looking at the space channel so close at hand, Bone Dragon was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move any further.

Feeling the movement from the tail, the Bone Dragon's body shook, and it turned its head mechanically to look back.

But I saw a petite human girl floating behind her, and she was holding her tail in her hand.

This is also the reason why it is difficult for me to move forward.

Looking at the dazzling Joan of Arc who seems to be the incarnation of light, if it has flesh and blood, it must be crying:
"Well, senior, good afternoon, can you let go of your hand first."

Well, the proud dragons will also put down their arrogant heads when facing beings that are far more powerful than themselves.

"Good afternoon, Undead." Joan of Arc showed a brilliant smile.

"Let go of you? Yes."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

I saw Jeanne d'Arc's hands suddenly exerting force, and she actually lifted up the huge bone dragon and smashed it heavily on the ground behind her. The bone dragon was hit so hard that it felt as if all the bones in its body were falling apart.

It was hard to imagine such a terrifying power contained in such a petite body.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I used a little more force, but I'm a gentle lady." Joan of Arc said apologetically.

I believe you a ghost!
Bone Dragon couldn't complain anymore.

It is very clear about the weight of its own body. In many worlds, it is impossible for non-power demigods to swing themselves. You, a saint of light, can swing yourself as if you are playing. How dare you call yourself a lady?
Hmph, believers of light are indeed a bunch of hypocrites!

"Huh? You seem to be thinking about something impolite?" Joan of Arc said with a smile.

"Cough, senior, you were joking, but I didn't think about anything."

The bone dragon smiled mischievously, and at the same time moved slowly towards the space passage.

"Really?" Jeanne narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, it is."

Before the words fell, the bone dragon soul fire that noticed Joan's movement jumped suddenly, and hurriedly rushed towards the space passage with all his might.

But Joan of Arc will not do what it wants.

The sacred golden iris flower banner suddenly appeared, piercing the space like a sharp arrow, and was about to nail the bone dragon to the ground.

Feeling the huge bright power beyond his imagination on the flagpole, the bone dragon panicked even more.

If he was hit, he probably would really have to confess here.

At this critical moment, a huge hand of energy suddenly stretched out from the space channel, blocking the bone dragon.

chi chi chi-

The holy flag collided with the big hand containing the power of the undead, and there was no earth-shattering sound, but a corrosion-like sound.

That is the energies of both sides canceling each other out.

"Majesty, save me!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the "hand of death", the bone dragon was ecstatic.

On the other side, Joan stretched out her hand, and the sacred iris flag automatically flew back into Joan's hand as if it had its own consciousness.

Listening to the bone dragon's shout, Joan of Arc looked serious.

It seems that this appearance is an undead lord.

They are also demigods, so they should not be underestimated!
Sure enough, a black mist full of death will suddenly emerged from the space passage.

A thin figure slowly walked out of the black mist.

"Demigod of Light, my right-hand man cannot be killed by you like this." A hoarse and harsh voice came from the mouth of the Undead Lord.

"Oh? Then I must kill it?" Joan asked leisurely.

"Then, it depends on what you are capable of." Undead Lord Wilfrid Erasti replied grimly.

As a demigod, even if the light has a certain restraint on him, so what, this place is so close to the space channel, as long as he can block a wave of attacks, it is enough for the bone dragon to escape back to the plane of the undead.

Therefore, the Undead Monarch is not panicking at all.

(to be continued.)

(End of this chapter)