Duke of Grief

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The black dragon would actually fall from the sky with the meteorite. This is something that arcanists can't think of, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that this is unexpected, but reasonable!

As long as it can resist the gravity of the earth, it is not so shocking to fall from the sky with a meteorite-but the question is how many people in this world can fall vertically from tens of thousands of feet without protection. Unscathed on the ground?

No! Even ‘medium power’ can’t do it!

If the gods do not distort the rules, then even they cannot bear the damage.

This black dragon is not a god, how could he be unharmed? !

But it is also true that the inner city's barrier was broken again. The black dragon, the tyrant, once again landed in the inner city of Wisdom!

Cervantes spread his wings and slowly fell to the ground. The muscles all over the body were creeping. At that moment, the might of nature caused a devastating blow to his muscles, bones, blood vessels, and even nerves and organs.

If he was not blessed with spells before the fall, he might even die in this'advent'.

He first repaired his wings and back muscles and spine, which can ensure that he will not die from ‘falling from height’, and secondly other body parts.

All major organs have been severely damaged, and nerve disorders and blood vessel bursts are only minor problems. The most important thing is that his bones and muscles have been traumatized.

The muscles were almost dissolved, and the bones were completely crushed. Although they were not directly converted into powder, the situation was not much better.

Fortunately, his vitality is strong-as strong as an outright'monster'.

By the time he landed on the ground, he had fully recovered.

The muscles were reconstructed, the bones that supported the body were built, the nerves returned to the original path, the scars all over the body's blood vessels had been healed, and there were no wounds on the limbs.

Quack! Quack!

As the Black Dragon stepped forward, he moved his stiff joints, and crackling sounds were heard from all over his body, and the flames rose again.

The water vapor in the soaked military uniform instantly evaporates and merges into the surrounding rainwater, regardless of each other.

Cervantes hummed a little song, adapted to his ‘new body’, and after feeling self-adapted, spread out his wings in the anxious urging of Latinia and jumped up.

"Arcanist, I'm back!"

A deafening roar resounded in Orem's ear, and he stared at the picture in front of him unsightly.

The black dragon came back again, and they tried to drive him out, but he didn't expect that he could come back!

On the screen, an evil smile floated on that disgusting face. As long as he saw this face, Orem couldn't bear his anger, just wanted to kill the black dragon.

It was him who undermined their plan. If he did not make that series of actions, they would successfully take down the fortress and break into the Principality of the Winds of Mourning.

Fighting on three sides at the same time, even if they are also under great pressure, but at this time, this black dragon is still out to stir up!

The dragon is really a race that can't help being disgusting and angry!

However, they can't do it yet...

"Hold on!" Orem clenched his staff and ordered in a deep voice.

How to hold on?

The black dragon just now showed enough strength to defeat them, and he should still be determined to perform the'decapitation tactics' and want to take them directly.

The black dragon is not a fool, he should know how difficult it is to defeat them, and he is still in front of them, which shows that he still has enough power to defeat them-

"Fuck!" Orem Tieqing faced his staff and scolded.

Even if it is a god, it is difficult to continue a high-intensity battle. This black dragon is not a god, and there is no divine reserve. How can he still have the power of a battle until now?

Is it possible that a'Magic Furnace' was installed in his body?

Orem's face was gloomy. No matter whether the black dragon was equipped with a magic furnace or something, he had already come to their eyes, which meant that the battle continued.

They have the support of three element furnaces, as long as Jacques can wake up early, they still have three big arcanists on their side, no matter how powerful the black dragon is, it can't be one against three.

However, Jacques had no sign of awakening, thinking about it, all they could do now was to wait for the battle ahead to end.

The Divine Kingdom Legion of the Goddess of Wealth may be very powerful, but they also have full confidence in the ‘monstrous beast’ they have created.

As long as they can hold the foot of the black dragon, then the fall of the Principality's borders is just a matter of time.

Orem snorted and raised his staff. "Magic shelling, salvo!"

Now that the energy supply system has been repaired, why should they leave the central tower to fight the black dragon? That's not the way the caster fights!

Under the control of the arcane masters, the shroud upside down on the three wizard towers suddenly split out dozens of spheres, which contained surging magic.

The Arcane Missile, whose energy level was increased by dozens of times, fired suddenly and dragged the afterimage towards the Black Dragon.

Cervantes fluttered his wings, flexed up and down, and quickly traversed between the arcane missiles. However, he was already locked by the arcane missiles. After being passed by him, the magic condensate turned around and was drawn in the air. A half arc, chased up.

The black dragon spread its wings to the three mage towers, but just before he approached, the light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, and he tilted his head to hide, but saw a ray of light rubbing his cheeks, vaporizing a few strands of hair in his temples.

The eyeballs rolled rapidly in the eye sockets, and I saw more than a dozen rays of light on the barrier at the same time.

Cervantes' figure disappeared in an instant, and dozens of rays staggered and fell empty.

And the arcane missiles that hurried to arrive directly hit the barrier and reintegrated into it, but when the black dragon appeared again, he seemed to be a strong gravitational star in the universe. Looking up, countless arcane missiles Overwhelmingly gathered to him.

Cervantes took a breath and leaned back, waving the dragon wing and falling towards the ground.

Immediately before falling to the ground, he suddenly turned around and tried his best to spread his wings. At this point, the air flowing from under him lifted him up and slid from just a few feet above the ground.

Booming...

I don't know how many loud noises came from behind him. Arcane missiles bombed the ground in the inner city, once again devastating this already ruined ruin.

Seeing the images on the screen, the arcanists twitched their hearts, and even if they were in a hurry, they could only stick to the orders of the great arcanist.

I don't know if their family members hid in the basement as they were told... By now, their hatred for the black dragon has grown stronger and deeper.

If it weren't for the black dragon, if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't need to worry about it at all, and their family would not be hurt at all!

——They just came back to get what should belong to them!

The black dragon's wings slammed the ground and sent him to the sky, turning his body in the air, facing the magical land behind him.

Countless arcane missiles burst, the magic power was re-released, and the unowned energy gathered together to form a crystal clear magical'lake'.

Cervantes horan raised his head, the diaphragm suddenly agitated, the atmosphere suddenly surging, the dragon's lungs expanded sharply, he opened his mouth, swallowed the'lake' into his belly, and swallowed it .

Countless Olympus missiles are coming to him, but at this time, he is already fearless.

The fire was brewing in the lungs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The unsatisfactory fire had burst out of the throat, and the lingering flame beside him expanded again.

The surging flames burned the atmosphere, and the missiles had been destroyed by the high temperature before the missiles hit him, and they were disintegrated instantly.

The flames swelled in the black dragon's throat. Even if he gritted his teeth tightly, there was still a restless flame coming out from between the teeth.

He lowered his head and looked at the three mage towers, barely squeezing a grin on his face, suddenly opened his mouth and let out a roar.

"Roar!!!"

The surging fire broke through the rain curtain, bursting on the barrier, the burst of flames burning, the flame spreading around, and then burst again.

Cervantes' wings fluttered, and a fierce wind blew, punching on the barrier, smiling as the barrier cracked.

Afterwards, Chaoming's electric shocks were furious!

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