Duke of Grief

Tom!

Cervantes heard the pulsation of the earth, and after the man in front of him landed, their armor shone brightly.

Feeling the powerful power flowing from the body, Serrano's face finally improved.

His face became better, but the face of the Goddess of Wealth became cruel.

'Gordon' is her holy city, here is her shrine, the group of wizards can actually mobilize the grounds of Gordon, and can also equip these warships of'killing the gods' in her shrine The person provided energy, and all this happened under her eyelids. How could this not make her angry?

How much did they do with her?

They did so much, she didn't even realize it at all. What's going on?

"The weight of the mountains..."

The face after hiding the faceplate grinned, Serrano whispered: "Ruyuan is unpredictable!"

Cervantes lifted his half-waste left arm to support Latina who nearly fell, but he did not respond at all, and his waist was still straight.

Ten times the weight of gravity can crush ordinary people to death, and even ‘extraordinary’ combatants may not be able to withstand such a strong gravity, but this point of gravity is not so true for the Black Dragon!

"Too weak, kid!"

Cervantes moved his neck. "Even if you gain more strength, can you only reach this level?"

At ten times the gravity, even the flames around the black dragon were affected, Serrano was not irritated by his words, because he knew very well that at ten times the gravity, no matter how powerful the black dragon is, it would definitely be Affected, that is to say-they won!

Although the "siege" makes Serrano a bit disgusting, but this is the command of his "monarch". As a knight of the Francis family, Serrano does not need to think too much. He only needs to think about how to win and then win. Will suffice!

Quack! Quack!

Gard struggled to get up from the ground, powerfully restored the damaged internal organs, and after spitting out **** sputum, he grasped the hammer handle of the warhammer again.

As a fighter, he won't be knocked down so easily-he can fight again!

Figoro’s injury is not too heavy, but the skin that has been scalded is difficult to recover, and it does not matter without the long sword. He also has a short...

bring it on! Let's go to war with the purpose of "live catching and imprisoning gods"!

The black dragon took a deep breath, and the flame ignited as the blood boiled. From now on, no longer is red blood flowing in his body, but a fiery fire!

thump! thump!

The clear and audible heartbeat in the temple originated from Cervantes’ body. Silent Gard couldn’t wait any longer. Even if his body didn’t recover completely, he had to attack—

"Roar!"

The roar of the giant echoed in the temple. He raised the warhammer on the way, and the power given to him by the veins was poured into the hammer, because he knew the horror of the black dragon in front of him, and he also knew that after this attack, He may never have a chance to attack again.

So, this blow permeated all of him-

This is his belief, strength, past, and...

future!

boom!

The warhammer fell heavily, and the great force passed through Cervantes' fist, arms, body, and legs, and finally spread to the ground.

Smashed everything below Cervantes' calf under the ground!

"Seth you--"

Embraced by Cervantes, the goddess of wealth exclaimed: "Are you crazy?!"

"Hehe...haha...hahahaha!"

The black dragon didn't answer, he laughed wildly, and a more monstrous smile appeared on the monstrous dragon head.

Resisting the pain and pulling the hammer away, Cervantes spread his swollen five fingers and grabbed Gard's head that was difficult to move due to the anti-shock.

"That's all?!"

The black dragon's roar was deafening, and the five fingers spread open, "If that's all..."

"Then die!"

The brain in Cervantes burst, and the headless body of the rock fell to the ground.

Blood is fire, with steel and iron fist out, why not!

Figoro pulled out his last sword, even if it was just a short sword...

However, it is enough!

"Sword blade..."

Just like the violent winds on Cervantes, a strong momentum erupted from Figoro, two sounds sounded at the same time, and the lingering air of Dalu turned into a storm with powerful earth energy!

"--storm!!"

The air blade that cut the air broke through the scales of the black dragon. Although he was bathed in blood, Cervantes still held Latina in his arms.

"Roar!!!"

The storm is cutting the body of the black dragon. The powerful resilience and [Hang Yuan] are constantly repairing his holed body, constantly being destroyed, and then repaired!

"That's all..."

The storm was over, Cervantes opened his wings like a rag, and the mad eyes were even more terrifying under the blazing blood.

The black dragon grabbed the ankle of the giant who had grown granulation around his neck. The fake giant suddenly sat up with instinct and threw a punch at Cervantes' head.

boom!

The chapel was already crumbling, and Cervantes rose to the ground, grasping Gard's body, waving wildly, and hitting Serrano who was intending to charge, not paying attention to the fist that had fallen on his head.

He stared at the annoying ‘Jiansheng’, and Figoro was almost exhausted.

"Figoro!!!"

‘Jiansheng’ raised his head, but a fist kept zooming in his eyes. Serrano’s roar did not bring any change to the result.

"Dead!"

The black dragon roared, slamming his fist on Figoro’s body, smashing the shaky wall through a transparent, ragdoll-like "Jiansheng" fell on the floor tiles outside the temple, and the armor on the chest appeared A huge punch was printed, but fortunately, he did not die in Cervantes' hand because of that punch.

In the shadow swaying with the chandelier, a cold light suddenly illuminated. The dormant thorn did not fear the fire on the ground and the high temperature around the black dragon. He seized the last opportunity that he could catch, and gathered his spirit, A "perfect" stab by the force!

"puff!"

The dagger pierced Cervantes' jaw and tongue, but stopped under the upper jaw.

The assassin was strangled by the Black Dragon's throat. The severe pain kept stimulating Cervantes' nerves. Compared to the warrior's skull, I wonder where the throat can resist Cervantes' great power?

Click!

The assassin used his life to issue the final blow of this life, and the power of toxins and shadows rioted in Cervantes' mouth, confounding the Black Dragon's nerves.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Only one person left—

Serrano roared against the heavy shield and launched a fearless charge!

Ding!

Cervantes pulled out the dagger inserted in his chin and threw it on the ground like garbage.

Tom!

He only had time to swing a leg to the left, and the burly knight hit the wall of the chapel with a huge and heavy body, broke the back wall of the temple, and ran into the backyard of the temple.

Before the plants and trees in the backyard had a chance to ‘look’ at the black dragon, they were lit by the heat and aura around him. In an instant, the plants and trees that should have entered the four seasons of rebirth were turned into fodder for feeding the flames.

Boom!

The black dragon's body was crushed to the ground by the surging gravity field, making the ground in the backyard of the shrine cry out.

Cervantes, confused by the "riot" initiated by the power of the shadow, kicked a foot towards the heavy shield knight who had rushed in just two breaths~www.wuxiaspot.com~The body drew a line on the ground The wide and deep gully, the burning blood dripped on the ground and ignited the land!

The black dragon threw a punch toward the front, and the strength of the fist was introduced into Serrano's body through the heavy shield, but Serrano did not react.

This is his last chance!

kill him! Kill her!

There is no chance to "live catch", then kill it!

"Death!!!"

Serrano let out a roar in his hoarse throat, and then a heavy shield wrapped ten times as much force fell downright!

"...Damn it's you!!!"

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