Although the wind-element wyvern couldn't speak, after spending so much time together, both sides could still understand each other. At this moment, the young sky knight's mind was filled with the image of that noble beauty he had never met.

Suddenly, the wind-element wyvern dipped downward without warning, letting out a series of short, warning sounds.

It had caught an unusual scent on the wind.

Chapter 0007 Knight

“Damn it! Greg, what did you find?”

Like a reflex, the young sky knight grabbed the large bow at his side, drew a fine steel arrow and nocked it, aiming downward, ready at any moment to target any possible enemy.

“Awk kak kak kak!”

The wind-element wyvern Greg stopped flying straight and began circling a certain spot in the forest below, as if something under the trees made it wary or curious.

“Greg, hit it with a Wind Blade first!”

The young sky knight, already in perfect sync with the wind-element wyvern, knew exactly what to do. He slowly drew back the bowstring.

The tough bowstring, made from a perfect specimen of red-blooded mastiff tendon and specially crafted, was drawn to seventy percent, quickly storing over a hundred kilograms of force (equivalent to 4 stone).

“Roar!~”

Invisible, intangible wind-element energy thickened in an instant. The wind-element wyvern seemed to inhale, its chest swelling noticeably.

The next second, with a low roar, a dense hissing burst through the air, as if many things were tearing through it, producing strange howling sounds.

Suddenly, a series of crackling noises erupted from the forest below. Branches and leaves flew everywhere, and several large trees, except for their trunks and main branches, had most of their limbs cleanly sliced off.

A once lush tree was instantly reduced to a winter-bare state, and a small area of the forest suddenly became much clearer.

“Who’s there? Come out! If you surrender, Dragon Knight Erica may spare your life.”

The large bow was instantly drawn to ninety percent. The young sky knight saw, beneath the trees stripped bare by Greg's wind blades, the figures of three humans.

It seemed to be two women and one man.

The man wore strange black heavy knight armor, his face hidden by a full-cover helmet, making it impossible to discern his features.

The women wore odd clothing, but their curvy figures still barely revealed their gender. Their faces were smeared with sickening black-green stripes, also making their features unrecognizable.

Just like the shaman tribes of the northern barbarians, who liked to make their faces look neither human nor ghost.

When did a tribe of savages appear in this forest? And with black hair and black eyes—could they really be demons?

May the gods send down purifying light to cleanse these filth polluting the world.

At the very first glance at those two women, Erica almost loosed an arrow.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The bow in his hand remained taut. Dragon Knight Erica was confident he could kill these three oddballs without a scratch, the arrowhead shifting slightly as it pointed at them.

Each of the two women held a strange-looking object. Judging by their posture, it was probably some kind of weapon.

Hmph! Such short, odd things—how could they possibly threaten Lord “Dragon Knight” Erica!

“I am Dragon Knight Maureen, Third Squad, First Elite Assault Company, First Battalion, Royal Dragon Cavalry Regiment of the Sylan Empire! I demand knightly treatment, and I want to know where this is!”

Mark Benson did not completely avoid the other's question. He took off his “Dragon General” tactical helmet and stepped out from behind the tree, making himself more visible.

“What language is that?” Emily Thompson frowned. It bore no resemblance to any Earth language she knew.

This meant that the civilization of this world was likely completely unrelated to Earth's, and their hope of returning grew even dimmer.

Turning to see the confusion on the twin sisters' faces, Mark Benson casually repeated what he had just said for them.

Royal Dragon Cavalry Regiment, Third Squad, First Elite Assault Company, First Battalion of the Sylan Empire? Maureen?

The twin sisters exchanged a shocked glance. This wasn't the first time they'd heard this information.

No, it should be that Colonel Mark Benson had once fallen into CIA hands in America, and under secret anesthesia and hypnosis, had given up this information.

So it was true?

Colonel Mark Benson hadn't lied!

Heavens, those unlucky Americans had actually gotten the most authentic, yet utterly useless, intelligence.

A hundred thousand “Abrams” main battle tanks rumbling across the White House lawn—nothing could be more tragic.

Where were they supposed to find the Sylan Empire? What a joke!

Maureen? Mark Benson? Even the best intelligence experts would be at a loss.

Dragon Knights of the Sylan Empire? Erica's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately grew tense.

The Royal Dragon Cavalry Regiment of the Sylan Empire were true dragon riders, commanding giant dragons—not like him, a wyvern rider of a lesser dragon species.