Uncountable dementors floated out of the thick clouds, and densely packed layers of them looked like a tornado of dementors.

Countless corrupt and tattered shroud cloth strips floated in the air, and they immediately rushed towards the fire dragon with their hoodies. The unpleasant odor was like rotten hairtails hanging upside down. There were too many dementors, and they came anxiously. They were originally focused on the lower part, but the fire dragons, who were not prepared, and the wizard on their backs were entangled and surrounded by entanglements. The cold feeling they were familiar with penetrated the internal organs, and the fog began to blur their sight.

The sudden attack, the black balls of dementors made the fire dragons instinctively feel disgusted with this kind of thing and began to fly away. They roared irritably, and they shook their bodies and twisted their necks in the sky, trying to shake these dementors off their bodies. They also shook their tails a little, trying to disperse these dementors.

But these dementors transcend life and death. There are only other ways in the world except for a few wizards like Allen, otherwise this kind of creature cannot be killed by any means - so for a while, only wizards who are particularly skilled in the guardian spell successfully used the urging guards to escape themselves in a short period of time.

These disgusting things came more from the black clouds in all directions. They pressed against the fire dragon tightly and covered their skin, like blood-sucking lees. They firmly grasped the fire dragon and refused to let go, and began to use their means of absorbing happiness and hope.

The monsters who tried to use the Dementor Kiss to absorb the soul near the dragon's head were sprayed far away by the dragon's breath - flames and high temperatures could not cause substantial damage to these shrouds, but the impact force contained can still bring them far away.

However, in the war between the two sides, casualties are still difficult to avoid

The Peruvian fanged dragon was approached by the dementor, with smooth scales, brassy all over the body, and a black ridge on the back. These structures that usually help it fly quickly cannot play a role in this situation. Even because the horns are not long, they cannot push the dementor near their heads far away. Therefore, this fire dragon, which is only about fifteen feet long, is obviously not as resistant as those big guys.

After happiness and even souls began to be absorbed, they were the first to fall into madness and rolled desperately in the air. What was bad for the wizards on the dragon's back was that it was the fastest moving among all dragons, which made the riders riding on them, except for a few wizards who had good flying skills who had fought Quidditch, most of them could not maintain balance and could only hold the fire dragon tightly and didn't move, let alone casting more difficult magic such as patron curse.

At first, someone died directly on the dragon's back, but more of it was due to the bone-bone despair and cold caused by the dementor, as well as the flexibly twisted body of the Peruvian fanged dragon.

The casualties also occurred in other dragons, on a Ukrainian iron belly weighing six tons and weighing 10 tons. Although the round and thick body made the fire dragon itself not dangerous for the time being, the slower speed caused the wizard above to suffer.

The unlucky guy trembled almost even more than the fire dragon under him. The dementor beside him was close to him. A slender dead hand slid under his cloak. The hand was posing as if to snatch his throat. He could hear the breathing of these dementors, which was blowing around him like a harmful wind, and he could feel them observing him, and then the rotten hands put down their turban.

The wizard stared blankly at the other party's thin scabbed gray skin where there should be eyes, covering the empty eye sockets monotonically, and he could feel its rotten breathing...

"Hu──Hu─Hu God Guard─"

The wizard tried to save himself, but there were too many dementors pounced on him. The biting cold and despair made his tongue stiff. The wizard felt it was difficult to make a sound. The hem of the dementors floating down from his knees could be felt. The fog made his vision blur. He tried his best to wave his wand. A silver light appeared at the tip of the wand, swaying in front of him like fog.

But the Guardian Spell failed to form because it was full of despair around it, but the silver substance that appeared still caused the dementors who were close to him to bounce off him.

However, when relaxed, the giant dragon under the wizard was shaking its fat flesh to shake off the insects on its body, which made the wizard thrown out of the dragon saddle.

In the air, the wizard, who found himself leaving the dementor's package and was sobered by the cool breeze, had just shaken away the fear of falling, and a little bit of joy that he had been equipped with a broom in his bag. He fell into a dragon's mouth in a flash. The severe pain caused by the teeth biting his body and the venom in it made him scream, and he lost his voice. He fell below next to a Peruvian fanged dragon that had lost his wizard on his back and dizzy by the dementor. This fire dragon had forgotten his daily training and stimulated his instinct to have a special desire for human flesh. When he was in a manic state, he saw the flying figure, and used his predatory instinct to bite it and swallow it in his belly to try to make up for the energy absorbed by the dementor.

Just a few seconds after the dementors were successfully attacked, a few muffled sounds came from the sky, and thick clouds rolled. A huge battleship with a bow looked like a raven floating ship fleet broke through the clouds, and the lingering mist danced on the sails that crashed into the clouds.

Immediately, more and more floating ships collided with the black clouds that were transmitted and appeared on the battlefield. For a moment, countless floating ships of different sizes teleported from all directions, and black fireworks exploded in the air. They covered the sky densely, like wild beasts advancing. The huge fleet of spacecraft was vast and its majestic momentum was breathtaking.

After occupying this space briefly and strongly, squeezing the positions of the Fire Dragon and the Dementors. Unpredictable, many Dementors above the Fire Dragon were directly bounced out.

Then the magic ripples rippled around with the floating ship as the center, and the magic contained in the air surged.

Just like a group of beasts riots, groups of silver guardians jumped out of the floating ship and scattered in the air like dense stars emitting silver light. They carried out hunting games in the air with the breath of hope and happiness. The targets were the dementors who ran away in panic. The patron curse could not actually destroy them, but in addition to being able to drive them away, they would also make these crazy things very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!