Under the flames and in the holy light, Andre, who was more undecisive and unrestrained, floated up.

At this moment, he had obvious scars on his body, and his armor was damaged under the terrifying power of the dragon.

However, his eyes were firm, and the dragon-slaying sword in his hand was covered with a layer of blood-like holy light.

"That's how your bloodline is, and my Dragon Slayer bloodline will continue to awaken!"

With long golden hair, it bloomed like a sun, Andrey became extremely sacred at this moment.

The camera is closer, and the reporter who is not afraid of death pulls the camera farthest, allowing Andre's image to be clearly displayed throughout Europe.

I saw ferocious scars all over Andre's body, and even fragments of armor were embedded in his body. There was a ferocious wound on his handsome face.

The gurgling blood flowed down and gathered along Andre's right hand onto the great sword in his hand.

From the great sword, there were waves of dragon roars.

"Although it is not as good as King Arthur's sword in stone, this is the dragon-slaying sword that has been passed down for countless years!"

"Burn the blood of the dragon slayer in exchange for the great power of the dragon slaying!"

Andrey murmured in a low voice, his mouth shape was analyzed by those professionals almost immediately.

The next moment, the great sword in Andrei's hand released a terrifying aura, and half of the fashion capital could feel the murderous intent of Canlie.

In a trance, everyone seemed to see a sword that slaughtered countless dragons under the scorching sun, once again emitting its terrifying edge.

This is a spiritual influence, based on Fang Lei's mental power and can only be magnified by the Yata mirror.

Under such influence, Andrei, who held the Dragon Slaying Sword, became even more sacred. He slashed towards the dragon in the sky with a gesture of satisfying everyone's imagination.

"Ao!"

A wailing sound that shocked half of the fashion capital rang out, a large amount of blood splattered, and a hideous wound appeared on the dragon's neck.

The powerful force seemed to destroy all the greatness of the dragon. The dragon hit the ground like a meteorite.

Andre seemed to have used all his strength to stagger down from the sky and landed steadily on the dragon's body.

The dragon was wearing thick clothes. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move at all.

The bright red dragon blood quickly turned into a pool of blood. Under the mysterious power, it turned into a huge blood cross on the most prosperous cross in the fashion capital.

On the dragon's body, Andrei, whose armor was broken, suddenly inserted the dragon-slaying sword in his hand into the dragon's back, and then he also half-kneeled weakly.

This scene was clearly recorded by the helicopters in the sky and passed to the entire Europe.

Faced with this sacred and shocking scene, the whole of Europe was silent.

On the streets of the fashion capital, those survivors who experienced despair finally came out of the dilapidated buildings after the dragon fell to the ground.

Looking at the huge dragon body, and the figure half-kneeled above the dragon, shrouded in a layer of holy light.

All the survivors were left with humble sobs.

I don’t know how long it took, nor do I know who took the lead first.

At the intersection, suddenly there was a sound of mountains and thunder.

"Praise the great dragon slayer!"

"Praise St. Andre!"

"St. Andre!"

Looking at the shaking figure, everyone shouted the most respectful cry.

Whether it is sincerity or following the crowd, at this moment, the name of St. Andre resounded throughout Europe!

The shocking scene was frozen by the photographer and passed to every corner of Europe, and the name of St. Andre was also conveyed by the survivors shouting loudly.

Half kneeling, Fang Lei smiled with satisfaction.

He knew that this wave was stable!
Chapter completed!