Host, she just wants to be a villain

"White Dragon."

It was blurry in front of my eyes. After the wall collapsed, the person standing on it was gone.

Archibald's smile grew wider, and he looked up at the dragon flying in the air.

The person he was most interested in was standing on the dragon's head, looking down at him.

"So it's you! Cecilia. I've heard your name."

After Archibald finished speaking, he attacked again. He had never fought a dragon before, and he quickly jumped into the air with huge force in his palm.

The power of the vampire duke was stronger than imagined. Cecilia did not let Bailong take action. She threw five sacred weapons at specific positions in the air. After injecting power into them, the silver-white light intertwined and formed a starburst. The formation floats in mid-air.

There is faint holy light floating in the air.

Archibald could clearly feel his power stagnate, but it was only for a moment. He watched Cecilia rush up and catch his move.

"You are indeed a bit talented in being able to activate such a large formation by yourself, but it only goes so far." He increased his strength and clearly saw beads of sweat forming on Cecilia's forehead. Archibald chuckled. "How long can you hold on to this formation?"

"Aren't you going to let the dragon take action?"

Bailong secretly sent a message: "Cecilia, can you still do it? I can help you hold him back temporarily!"

"hold on."

Bai Long looked at the battle anxiously. If Cecilia was injured, that lord would be angry, right? !

After feeling that her body was reaching its limit, Cecilia quickly dodged and faced him again.

The spire not far away suddenly cracked, and then fell to the ground instantly, throwing up dust.

Cecilia and Bailong said: "You attack from behind!"

The white dragon was so fast that it left a double shadow. When she got behind the Duke, the previous shadow was still left in the sky.

"It's really heartbreaking." Archibald was just about to reach out and wipe the sweat from her forehead when he noticed the movement behind him. His expression turned cold and he immediately knocked Cecilia away.

Cecilia knocked down many walls before she came to a stop, and couldn't stand up for a long time.

There were faint cracks spreading on the silverware above. Cecilia opened her eyes, and her field of vision turned into a blur of red. She tried her best to look at the formation above that was about to dissipate, and then focused on the white dragon.

Archibald could clearly feel that his strength was slowly recovering, and it seemed that this annoying formation was finally gone.

To be honest, if it weren't for these disgusting formations to stop them, their vampire race would be the noblest and best race.

How can those two useless races be compared with them?

At the moment when the formation was about to dissipate, Archibald's power stagnated for another moment. He opened his hand and prepared to kill the white dragon in one fell swoop.

Why should a race that should have been extinct come out to embarrass itself long ago?

Power gathered in the palm of my hand, and then dissipated...

Shock spread in Archibald's pupils. He slowly lowered his head and saw a silver sword piercing from his back to his chest.

There was a sweet scent of blood behind him, which he was most familiar with.

The silver sword seemed to be held around a few times and then pulled out.

Cecilia slowly walked up to him, dragging the silver sword in her hand and offering a silver cross.

"……How can it be?"

Archibald's eyes were full of disbelief. He... had never seen anyone able to control seven silverwares continuously. Not even the previous Pope could do this.