Summoner of the Fairy Tail

"Are you the powerful mage that Irene said, Fetcher?" Just after meeting, Berserion wanted to give Calvin a slap in the face. He regarded Irene as his own daughter. Naturally, because Irene was rejected yesterday in one breath.

Berserion held his head up, looking down at Calvin from a high position. Due to the angle, this line of sight looked to others as if Berserion was contemptuous of Calvin.

As the leader of Guradonov's dragons and also the most powerful dragon among them, Berserion did have the ability and qualification to despise Calvin.

In fact, Berserion really doesn't care much about Calvin. Even if he is a strong human being, there is not much difference between being strong and not strong in front of dragons.

"So I'm so famous, even the dragons know my name." Calvin smiled slightly, and said relaxedly, not at all uncomfortable in the face of the monstrous power of the dragon.

Berserion was stunned for a moment, then leaned down slightly, and at this moment he looked at Calvin directly, instead of the haughty eyes that were about to reach the ceiling.

"Sorcerer Fetcher, you are more courageous than I imagined. It is the first time I have met a person who has seen my demeanor just now and is calm and composed."

Berserion's dragon head is more horizontal than that of ordinary dragons, making him look more like a lizard than other dragons. Coupled with his sincere words, Calvin always feels a little bit like laughing.

But of course he couldn't laugh, he just pretended to sneer sullenly and said, "It's not like I haven't seen a dragon stronger than you before. I've already died once, and there won't be any creatures that can scare me."

As soon as this remark came out, not only Berserion's face sank, but even Irene, who was standing aside and watching with great interest, was shocked. She couldn't help but looked at Calvin with inexplicable eyes, with a little pity and a little bit sad.

They naturally thought that Calvin had a painful experience, nothing more than his family being killed by a dragon, and he was also seriously injured. Calvin, who had experienced the pain of bone erosion, was indeed no different from dying once. .

They didn't really think that Calvin really died once.

Berserion suddenly felt that he was a little afraid to face Calvin. Every time he heard that a human being was killed by a dragon, he would be heartbroken, so he stopped mentioning this topic and turned to Irene to ask.

"You didn't come to see me for no reason, did you? What's the matter?"

Irene calmed down, and slowly said that Calvin wanted the Dragon Crystal.

After Berserion listened,

After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth again.

"Although the Dragon Crystal is something that remembers the dead dragon, it is just a decoration after all. It is of no use to us. It would be a good thing if you can research some valuable results."

"But, are you sure you have the ability? I don't want you to mess around with crystals and get nothing. It's the only proof a dead dragon ever existed, and no dragon wants to see it ruined. "

"I can't guarantee you 100%." ​​Calvin said succinctly.

"Then let me see what you're capable of, Federer."

Calvin glanced at Irene, who smiled at Calvin with eyes as clear as a spring, but Calvin always felt that Irene wanted to show her magic on purpose.

"In other words, there is still a fight. So, is my opponent you, Her Lady Queen?"

Erin shook her head and said slowly.

"The purpose of your research on the Dragon Crystal is to fight the dragon, why not fight the dragon for real."

"Don't worry, Berserion will show mercy and won't really kill you."

The corner of Calvin's mouth slightly raised, extremely confident, "Let's forget about being merciful, I'm not that fragile yet."

"So, are you going to fight here? I don't think this palace is that strong." Calvin looked around and said easily.

"It seems that you are very confident that you will cause a lot of damage on the way to fight with me." Berserion said, the dragon's body straightened up and its wings spread out. "I'll wait for you outside the city, don't make me wait too long."

After that, Berserion flapped his wings, and Irene jumped onto Berserion's paws skillfully, and waved to Calvin with a smile.

"Did you underestimate me~ these two bastards." Calvin snorted twice, the black wings on his back suddenly spread out, and he swung violently, driving the airflow and making him fly into the air instantly, chasing one person and one dragon like a black meteor.

In terms of flying speed, no creature in this world can be faster than a dragon, even Calvin's black wings can't match it, but it's only outside the city, the distance is not far, Calvin was not thrown too far, Ai Not even a minute after Lin and Berserion landed, Calvin appeared in front of them graciously.

"It really surprised me, you can fly!" Irene slightly covered her surprised mouth, and Berserion was also dumbfounded.

"Isn't this what you want to see? Flying is just the most basic way to fight against dragons." Calvin raised his head proudly. Although he looked arrogant, Irene nodded in agreement.

Satisfied with the way Irene looked at her, Calvin looked at the holy dragon in front of him.

"Very flexible magic, but isn't that all you have, Fitzgerald?" Berserion said, with curiosity in his ferocious eyes.

Calvin didn't answer, but took out a card out of nowhere, which depicted this lively silver dragon.

"My Lady Queen, the momentum will be huge later on, I think you'd better stay out of the way."

Irene looked at Calvin, then at Berserion, and quickly walked away without saying a word.

Seeing that Irene had already hid at a safe distance, Calvin stopped dawdling and threw the card out of his hand.

"The magic of the card? But it's useless to us." Berserion shuddered, and then roared. A strong wind blew out from his mouth, intending to blow away Calvin's card and the magic carried in it.

However.

The card suddenly emitted a dazzling light, holy and pure white, accompanied by the sound of dragon chant resounding throughout the world, the pure white light quickly condensed, and in an instant, a silver-white dragon no less than Berserion descended here, and Karl Wen, on the other hand, did not know when to stand on top of his head.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon, first manifested four hundred years ago.

"My God... What the hell is this, Fetcher summoned the dragon?" Irene in the distance seemed to be dumbfounded, her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she didn't know how to express her shock.

Compared to Irene, Berserion was much calmer, born as a dragon, he knew very well that although the monster in front of him was similar to him, it was not a real dragon.

"Fantastic magic, Fetcher, I realize that I really underestimate you. However, does the strength of the dragon you summon really match its appearance?"

"You'll know if you try it yourself!" Calvin yelled, holding a few cards in his hand at the same time. Naturally, he wouldn't just fight a real dragon with a blue-eyed white dragon.

The blue-eyed white dragon collided with the holy dragon, and the ground under the two dragons' feet was broken. This was just a confrontation between them to test each other.

The white dragon stretched out its sharp claws and grabbed the holy dragon fiercely, but the sharp claws that were supposed to be extremely sharp only scraped harsh sounds and a few sparks on the holy dragon's scales, and could not break through the defense at all.

Naturally, Berserion wouldn't just take the beating and not fight back. When he bumped his head on one side, the huge horns on his cheeks that curved up to both sides pierced towards the white dragon.

For this attack, Calvin didn't even need to think about it. The soul cast on the white dragon had already prepared to counterattack quickly, and the light bloomed in its mouth, like a laser breath shot from it, hitting Berserion's head straight.

Boom!

There was a crackling sound, and the breath of laser light burst out in all directions, but after the light dissipated, it revealed Berserion's unscathed dragon face, as well as his unstoppable attacks.

bark.

Easily, his thick horn pierced the white dragon's neck.

"Is this the level, Federer!!"