Chapter 60 - His majesty the pope who spreads the holy light (3)
Chapter 60
His majesty the pope who spreads the holy light (3)
Translated by: Niladri
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Surrey’s face changed dramatically as soon as he heard of the Dragon’s arrival.
The dragon race was not very friendly to humans.\nIn this way, the long poem will not slander the name of the magnificent dragon, and he could barely forgive the human race itself. If the princess could not match the ugliest of his collection, Ionas, the leader of the dragon, would have mankind pay the price.
Princess Windsor was the most beautiful human princess now- as sung in the mouth of a bard.
As soon as Ionas heard a voice calling for a princess over there, he immediately looked over. At first glance, the noble Dragon Lord was stunned. It had light golden hair warmer than the early morning sunshine, green eyes more clear than the oldest leaf of the ancient tree of life, and soft lips more attractive than the eternal flower of the divine realm.
Ionas felt that he had found the most precious treasure.
Seeing the Golden Dragon swooping down, the Griffin Knight tried to come forward to stop it, but when he commanded his mount, it completely ignored the command and descended to the ground, crouching and trembling. Even the powerful Griffin was vulnerable to the Dragon race’s attack.
Surrey pulled out his sword and blocked the way of the Golden Dragon, trying to protect his sister, but the Dragon brushed him aside. He could see the Dragon getting closer and closer to Princess Windsor.
Some cowardly nobles even covered their faces and dared not see the beautiful scene of Princess Windsor being taken away by the dragon.
The flapping of the dragon’s broad wings created a strong gale, and even the people on the ground could not open their eyes. It was not until the Dragon had left that the scene returned to calm.
Surrey jumped up from the ground and said in a hurry, “Griffin Knights! The entire team must immediately set out to rescue the princess… Windsor? Why are you still here?”
The holy and beautiful princess Windsor snatched Surrey’s broad sword and ran in a direction lifting her skirt: “You Dragon! Put down His Majesty the Pope!”