The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1450 419: The Majesty of the Dragon God (Part 3)

"That is not up to you."

After speaking, the cavalry captain urged his horse forward, reaching out to grab Carian's hair, his once gentlemanly smile turning hideous.

If it had been half a year ago, he might have hesitated to make such an extreme move, but now he no longer lacked reasons to descend into Hell.

Moreover—

Wasn't Sir Richter, who most deserved retribution, living just fine? There was no way a small figure like himself would be put ahead of such a figure.

Perhaps, Saint Sis was truly dead.

Just as he was thinking this, an overwhelming pressure, as if from the depths of his soul, descended like a thousand tons of thunder, causing his heart to tremble.

What is happening?!

In the carriage not far away, Taufu, who had been silently observing from the window, could no longer bear it.

The blatant bullying ignited a flicker of anger in the eyes of this "Alien" from a higher civilization, leaking a trace of the grandeur that belonged to a Giant Dragon.

It was an aura that would even frighten the Demon King's mount, Alakdo, let alone the horses present.

The mules pulling the carts fared better, tethered as they were with the drivers watching closely, they wouldn't run away despite the commotion.

However, the war horses under the three cavalrymen were not so fortunate.

They reared up in terror, screeching madly, desperate to flee, nearly throwing their riders to the ground.

"What happened?!" a cavalryman shouted in panic, pulling desperately at the reins, yet unable to calm his frenzied horse.

"Could it be... a Demon Beast?!"

The cavalry captain's face turned ashen, his voice trembling.

Only a Silver Level or higher Demon Beast could emit an aura strong enough to cause their warhorses to lose control! And with three warhorses losing control simultaneously, the aura must belong to at least a Gold Level Demon Beast!

Regardless of which type, they were not adversaries they could handle.

As if seeing death beckoning them, the terror from the depths of their souls completely shattered their will.

The three of them turned their horses around, scrambling and crawling, not even bothering to recover the weapons scattered on the ground, fleeing the way they came and vanishing into the shadows of the Forest in a flash.

Almost at the instant the three figures disappeared, the restless horses and mules among the caravan also settled down one after another.

They looked around in terror, unsure of what had happened, then gradually calmed their breathing and focused back on the roadside grass.

The atmosphere, which had been tense a moment ago, instantly dissipated.

Everyone in the caravan watched this dramatic scene in astonishment, their faces full of shock beyond words.

They didn't understand the magnitude of a Giant Dragon's power, nor could they believe that a Divine miracle would intervene for a prostitute oppressed by evil forces.

In the understanding of mortals, they only saw three arrogant lord soldiers, fleeing in disgrace for no apparent reason before Mr. Colin's carriage.

This bizarre scene could only be explained with one word—

Magic.

Thomas was the first to come to his senses.

"M-My Lord..."

He hurried over to the side of the carriage, yet dared not get too close, bowing in respect from a distance, his voice stammering with excitement.

"T-thank you for your kindness! Without your help, I... I truly wouldn't know what to do!"

Looking at that smile, hardly more pleasant than a cry, Luo Yan knew clearly, that this was certainly not Mr. Thomas's true feelings.

After all, the money had been paid, he had dressed Colin up, yet the trouble was all his own... Now he could only pray for that Lord Cabbin to relieve him, and hope not to encounter any familiar faces on his return.

The Mercenary Leader gave a bitter laugh, scratching the back of his head, feeling utterly downcast, and quietly walked to the back of the caravan.

He was filled with endless complaints as well.

If you were so powerful, why didn't you act sooner...

But those new recruits who had just entered the trade had eyes shining, whistling in the direction of Mr. Colin's carriage, cheering in excited approval.

"Mr. Colin, as expected!"

"What kind of Magic was that just now? Did you guys see it?"

"No! But I felt my breath freeze! Couldn't make any sound at all, truly!"

Carian, slumped on the frozen ground, blankly looked around, still not knowing what had happened.

She only felt a terrifying force seize her heart, then those mounted ruffians, as if seeing a Heavenly God descend, fled without uttering a harsh word, turning around and galloping away.

Could it be...

Saint Sis had truly manifested?!

Those eyes, seemingly frozen, finally regained their luster, as tears of survival washed away the last traces of fear in her heart.

Carian lifted her arm, mud-stained, but dabbed her tears with a relatively clean wrist, then scanned her surroundings until her gaze landed on a carriage.

She vaguely heard a name, it seemed to be Colin, and that person was a Mage, apparently the one who saved her.

She climbed up from the icy ground, lifting her dragging black robe, limping to the side of the carriage, then without hesitation knelt down, placing her forehead on the hard frozen ground.

Her voice trembled, yet was unmistakably clear and sincere.

"Thank you... Colin... my lord, thank you for saving me!"

Sitting in the carriage, Taufu swiftly looked at Luo Yan, pointed excitedly at himself with a small paw, then proudly puffed his chest, his tail thumping twice on the cushion.