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"A dragon! That's a symbol of magic! And this terrifying fire magic!"
"The Legion Commander was right! Prince Jarvan definitely has issues! He actually has a dragon as a subordinate!"
"Everyone run! The dragon is coming!"
Shyvana, the dragon with red scales breathing magical flames, struck immense Terrify into the Soulless.
However, the Soulless' arrows had no effect on her dragon scales, which were harder than steel; only powerful cannons could harm this red dragon.
Eldred watched the dragon, clenching his fists: "Miscalculation. How did Jarvan IV hide such a powerful weapon? Damn it! How long will it take to break into the Royal Palace now?"
Not far away, Tianna watched the dragon above the Royal City with her troops, cracking her knuckles: "Prince Jarvan, just how deep are your secrets?"
At the same time, Galio, the Justice Statue in the city, watched the rampaging flying dragon but remained unmoved.
Xin Zhao, Chen, and others rushing in that direction also saw the dragon flying in the sky.
Xin Zhao became anxious: "A dragon! Don't tell me another mage is attacking His Majesty!"
Chen looked at the familiar dragon and felt relieved. Prince Jarvan was still steady; he truly was the most reliable person Chen had met since coming to this world.
He explained to Xin Zhao: "This dragon is from the Dragonkind. Her name is Shyvana, and like you, she serves Prince Jarvan."
Xin Zhao turned to Chen in disbelief, utterly bewildered. How did he not know Jarvan had such a dragonkind subordinate!
But Chen continued to tell Xin Zhao: "Also, her dragon form shouldn't last too long. We still need to hurry."
Because Chen knew that transforming into her Demonic Dragon form was Shyvana's ultimate ability; once her dragon rage was depleted, Shyvana would revert to human form and would no longer be able to fight a hundred alone!
Xin Zhao quickened his pace, and Chen and the others immediately followed.
In the center of the battlefield, hundreds of Soulless surrounded Demonic Dragon Shyvana, confronting her.
But Shyvana was already breathing heavily; her Demonic Dragon rage could no longer sustain the fight. Finally, she used her last Flame Breath.
A massive fireball exploded among the Soulless, Incinerate everything around it!
The dragon in the center had vanished, and a woman with purplish-red skin appeared among the soldiers, slowly raising her dragon claws.
Looking at the hundreds and thousands of Soulless surrounding her, she knew that in her human form, she couldn't win. She muttered to herself: "Prince Jarvan, thank you."
However, the Soulless were still very afraid of Shyvana in her human form, as she had been a terrifying dragon just seconds before!
The Soulless' encirclement tightened. Just as they were about to reach Shyvana, the tightly closed Royal City gate suddenly opened.
A Royal Guard rushed out, and at the forefront of this unit was a man clad in golden armor, carrying a Demacian Standard on his back, and wielding a sharp Atma's Impaler!
"Heart of the battle, until death!"
Jarvan roared, and as the Prince of Demacia, he led the charge, rushing towards Shyvana!
Jarvan grabbed the Demacian Standard, his muscles tensing instantly, and threw the Standard, impaling it directly into a Soulless closest to Shyvana!
The Soulless fell to the ground, directly impaled by the suddenly flying Standard, which stood before Shyvana, before hundreds of thousands of Soulless!
"To face death as if returning home, today!"
Jarvan IV's heart pounded; every time in battle, his heart would echo with the furious Martial Cadence, and within this rhythm, he was invincible!
Jarvan swung the Atma's Impaler in his hand, sweeping it down like a scythe. Each strike was as heavy as a mountain, and the Soulless soldiers could not withstand Jarvan's immense strength, empowered by Martial Cadence!
Jarvan exerted a subtle force, and the Atma's Impaler shot towards the Demacian Standard. The grip of this divine weapon extended by nearly double, its sharp edge tearing through the air. Jarvan, man and weapon, flew directly towards the Standard ahead.
The sharp Atma's Impaler plunged fiercely into the crowd. Jarvan achieved a near-perfect unity of man and weapon, charging together towards the Standard!
All Soulless in his path were either pierced by the halberd or thrown back by Jarvan's powerful body!
In a few breaths, Jarvan had forcefully carved a path through the Soulless, leading a group of Royal Guard to Shyvana's side.
Jarvan stood before Shyvana, holding his halberd, now it was his turn to protect the exhausted Shyvana.
Shyvana took a deep breath, a tear rolling from the corner of her eye, and said to Jarvan in front of her: "You don't need to risk yourself for me."
But Jarvan held his spear with unwavering resolve: "You saved me; now I should fight alongside you."
Shyvana was not Jarvan's pawn; she had once saved Jarvan's life! Jarvan valued her greatly!
Moreover, Jarvan had given Shyvana everything she had once dared not imagine. Jarvan was the first person to treat Shyvana as a "person," rather than simply a Demonic Dragon monster.
Jarvan gave her the right to be a "person," allowing her to live peacefully in Demacia, and even promised her that he would ensure she would be accepted by the public, allowing her to live with the world's recognition!
Shyvana, with Perseverance, wiped away the tears that involuntarily flowed from her eyes. A flame rose from her palm, and she stood beside Jarvan: "Although I can't maintain my Demonic Dragon form, I can still fight. I want to fight alongside you."
Then she shouted: "Demacia's martial fortune will surely flourish!"
Jarvan, beside her, also smiled slightly and shouted: "Demacia, unrivaled!"
The two fought side by side, cooperating with the Royal Guard against the Soul Hunter Corps!
However, they were outnumbered. The Soul Hunter Corps had three legions, while Jarvan only had the Royal Guard. Although their combat power was considerable, their numbers were not large!
The battle grew fiercer, and the Royal Guard found it increasingly difficult to resist the Soulless army's attacks. Their numbers dwindled, and Jarvan felt immense, unprecedented pressure.
At this point, Shyvana felt they couldn't win. She could only whisper to Jarvan: "Prince! Find a way to escape!"
But Jarvan showed no sign of retreating, wielding his weapon and bravely fighting the enemy.
Jarvan knew he absolutely could not flee. If he fled, Demacia would inevitably change hands!
At this moment, he held firm, believing that they could hold out until the final reinforcements! Believing that they could win this war!
Finally, all the Royal Guard fell, leaving only Shyvana and Jarvan. The Soulless surrounded them, closing in step by step!
At this critical moment, a powerful roar came from not far away: "A hint of cold light arrives first, then the spear emerges like a dragon!"