467 The Trapper and Trapped

After some time, Ulrich Salazar recovered his wits faster than Emperor Renardier; his eyes flickered with a sharp glint.

"You need to make your move, Your Imperial Majesty," Ulrich urged before mentioning, "While it is considerably shocking that dragons have appeared, they are only Low-level Rank 5 beings. Your power is still greater!"

"Right," Emperor Renardier agreed with a firm look as he gripped his sword. "My holy knights, charge with me! The rest of you, wait for me to attack the enemy!"

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty!"

Shortly after Emperor Renardier's twelve concubine witch supporters buffed him, he immediately led his personal guards into battle with him.

Swish!

"Die, you vile dragon!"

Following Emperor Renardier's roar, he soared in the skies with a powerful step and slashed at a Rank 5 dragon named Zafnir with his lightning-fast greatsword.

Ka-cha!