Duke of Grief

The fire swelled behind the black dragon, and the swaying fire fell over Cervantes' shoulders and fell to the ground, reflecting his gloom.

The back was straight, the feet were slightly diverged and stood, the barrier in front of him broke a big hole, the heavy debris was disconnected from the crack, and fell down, but it failed to fall to the ground and it has turned into a glorious and scattered .

With a wicked smile in the corner of his mouth, the Black Dragon took a step forward, with boundless fear, shrouded in the minds of the Arcanists.

They looked at the virtual screen floating in front of them with a pale face. In the picture, every time the black dragon took the next step, it was like stepping on their hearts. Unconsciously, their breathing frequency followed that head. The black dragon's slow pace.

The flames flowed on the upturned floating soil, climbed up on the stone bricks mixed in the soil, wrapped it up, and gradually penetrated all the earth except the three mage towers.

Evaporating water vapor fluttered beside Cervantes and moved slowly forward with him.

At this time Cervantes walked clearly and slowly, but squeezed the air around him, causing the clouds of smoke to flow backwards and disappear into the rain curtain.

At this moment, the air became extremely heavy, and enough gravity to crush a house instantly fell on the black dragon. However, he remained calm and his expression remained the same, but the ridicule and contempt that hovered under his eyes became stronger and more obvious.

Footsteps imprinted deep traces on the ground, and Cervantes continued to approach the three mage towers.

A feeling of'powerlessness' rose from the hearts of arcanists-they had never encountered an enemy like this black dragon that made them feel'unsolved' so!

He is also a ‘master of battle’. Even if he is fully prepared, it is difficult to deal with him.

Before they were ready to return to the world of Assatom, they had already prepared everything, but they didn’t find out until after the return that facts and intelligence were completely different. The battle plan they had drawn up based on intelligence hadn’t been implemented yet. The fist of the black dragon was shattered.

Since the return, they have had trouble, and ultimately, the main reason is this black dragon!

...But they are helpless.

Even if they can call the wind and rain, they can create items out of thin air, and they can even use the element furnace to solidify them, but they need to use too much energy. In general, they can’t use them at all... but even if they are almost omnipotent, When facing the black dragon, they were helpless.

If at the cost of the destruction of the inner city, they can indeed kill the black dragon, but can they pay that price?

But without paying such a heavy price, they would have difficulty killing the black dragon. Even if they wanted to'exile' him, it would not be a simple matter.

As long as he entered Wisdom, the black dragon had “anchored” himself in this world. If he wanted to banish him, he would first need to destroy a large area of ​​space and banish that space together with him. World-But that will lead to a counterattack in the world, and it is more likely to be noticed by some monsters hidden between the stars and attract those monsters.

This black dragon alone is hard enough to deal with, but also add other monsters?

Moreover, the soul of the woman and the soul of the black dragon have been tied together. Even if he was banished, it would only be a matter of time before he returned.

With his strength, it is not difficult to survive in Xinghai!

Orem sullenly faced, four fingers of his right hand flicked on the staff, and his eyes fell on the black dragon who was trying to put pressure on them, seriously thinking about the countermeasures.

Originally, they only need to be'rooted' here, and their initial task is just this.

However, when we attacked the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, a lot of problems appeared, which finally led to the situation that is now difficult to return.

Time cannot turn around. They have to solve this problem today, otherwise they have to take root, and whether they can save their lives is a problem.

Their beasts are attacking the border of the Principality of the Winds of Sorrows. After the black dragon has solved them, it is easy to solve the monsters, but if the first thing is solved, whether they can solve them is a problem. Too.

So the "focus" of the black dragon is threatening to the Principality of the Wailing Wind. If it is more threatening to the Principality of Wailing Wind, then he will take the lead in solving something, and then he will resolve the remaining crisis.

In this way, diverting his attention is not difficult...

Orem blinked, his eyes shining, and then his figure flickered, suddenly appeared in front of the black dragon.

After seeing him, Cervantes frowned, tilted his head, his fingers tightened suddenly, his knees were slightly bent, and he kicked on the ground. He appeared in front of the Arcanist.

He knocked open the air in front of him, and his left fist wiped Orem's shirt and waved to his chin. At this time, he had just raised his staff.

A badge worn on the chest burst into light, and a shield jumped out, flicking the black dragon's arm to the side.

Cervantes spun around, and his right leg crossed a slanted arc in the air, pulling towards Orem's head.

The Arcanist took a deep breath, invisible grievances overflowing from his body, many illusory hands protruding from his chest and abdomen, and then snapped his'contour' and ripped his body apart— -A dark hollow Huo Ran appeared between his chest and abdomen.

A long-awaited shock wave was ejected from the hole. Cervantes' eyes were glared, but he was too late to react, and was swallowed by the black light.

At this time, Orem raised his other hand, and the breath of death appeared in this world through the barrier between the main material plane and the underworld.

When that dull palm appeared in this world, the violent wind rippling in the rainstorm was'dead'!

‘Wind’ did not fade away, but lost ‘sound’, ‘body’ and ‘influence’ as if it had been taken to another world, no longer relevant to this world.

Without any contact with the world, Cervantes could clearly feel the presence of the gust of wind.

The breath of death permeates, not only the wind, but also the water droplets that fall on the ground.

The turbid trickle passed by Cervantes, was instantly evaporated by high temperature, and turned into water vapor to return to the world. It was also because of this that he regained his vitality.

"Death is a "concept". Not only does life have the concept of "death", but even the dead has a concept of "death."

Orem stretched out **** with a blank expression, "When your vitality disappears, when others lose their knowledge of you, this is a manifestation of'death', but unfortunately, no matter what kind of death, I Can't be imposed on you-because you are too strong!"

Cervantes was silent, he was looking for an opportunity, otherwise, it might be difficult to solve that great arcanist.

"But even if you are strong, you are only ‘one person’ after all!”

Wen Yan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Black Dragon's face uglyly held his breath. He had realized what the Arcanist wanted to do.

-Delay time!

A magic condensate with violent energy suddenly condensed in front of a mage tower, without any precursor, suddenly appeared before the mage tower.

The wings of the black dragon suddenly spread out, and they roared up angrily, but Orem glared, and raised his finger to the black dragon in front of him.

The crimson light flashed through the air, digging into Cervantes' head, causing his soul to boil instantly.

——【Finger of Death】!

The torrent of magical power sprayed horribly, and the radiant rays cut through the sky.

The black dragon's figure disappeared in place, hit with a punch, and collided with the burst of rays.

"And we are an empire."

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