The residual heat stained the crumbling pillars red, and the dark red scorching scars were like lava flowing.

Cervantes stood in the ruins of his house, exhaled a warm breath from his mouth, dusted off the ashes from his clothes, and swept the crowd on the street with his indifferent eyes, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Trouble ......"

With a smack, the black dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky amid the exclamations of a group of people.

He had made a pact with the legend of the city-state alliance that he could not interfere too much with the civilians, not to mention whether what the priest said was true, whether he was bluffing or not.

Let's talk about the sudden feeling after he put out the flame - someone is eyeing him!

If he were an ordinary person, he would not feel 'dangerous', but he was obviously not an ordinary person...... Are you a member of the Dragon Hunter Order?

Either way, he needed to get out of the position, and if he continued to stand there, the city would probably be in ruins.

This is not Wende City, and it is impossible for him to tie his hands and feet in the battle here, not to mention that if the people who targeted him just now are really from the Dragon Hunting Order, then the trouble will be even greater, and it is not surprising that the battle will affect the entire city.

Although he didn't know how the Dragon Hunting Order had cultivated so many unknown 'transcendentals', it would take a lot of resources to cultivate so many transcendents who were willing to 'go to the fire' for the Dragon Hunting Order.

They had planned to deal with him several times before, and though they had failed each time, they had almost pushed him into a corner, and the most recent one had he been pierced in the heart, and if it hadn't been for the maid and the goddess of fortune arriving in time, he might have really died.

Even against a few legends, there is no sense of danger......

Cervantes folded his wings and landed on a small hill, looking back at the sight of no one.

The people of the Dragon Hunting Order should have caught up, so he should have waited here, anyway, after hearing the words of the main priest, he was already planning to kill those people of the Dragon Hunting Order.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, and when half of the great fireball had sunk to the horizon, Cervantes heard the sound of horses' hooves.

After yawning, the black dragon sat up from the grass, the ground was wet under the green grass, but he didn't care if his clothes were dirty or not, and it was still a question whether his clothes would survive after the battle.

Because it has excavated many ruins of the Arcane Empire, the Dragon Hunting Order has a lot of weapons and equipment unique to the Arcane Empire, which is what puzzles Cervantes the most.

Under the sky that seemed to be splashed with a pool of blood, several figures dismounted one after another and walked towards the hillside where the black dragon was.

Several people looked at Cervantes from a distance, and when they saw their outfits, the black dragon sneered.

"It's a little familiar......," the black dragon whispered to himself, "where have you seen it?"

After flipping through the memories in his mind, Cervantes immediately remembered and suddenly realized: "Oh, it's the 'God-killing Armament'!"

The next moment, several dark shadows under the hillside disappeared from his sight.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his lazy gaze swept across the air, and Cervantes yawned......

Then, I opened my eyes!

"Huh!"

The black dragon stomped down, and the ground cracked beneath his feet, and flames erupted from the cracks, illuminating the evening darkness.

The masked warrior lifted his greatsword upside down, and the afterimage charged behind him.

The strong wind brought by the warrior's forward rush smashed through the wall of flames that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the surface of the jet-black armor on his body reflected the light released by the flames, making him look like a god, blooming with a dazzling light.

As soon as he stepped in front of Cervantes, the warrior raised his head, met the black dragon's indifferent gaze, and immediately felt a kind of disgust - he looked like he was looking at an insignificant ant!

"Humph!"

Unable to help but snort coldly, the warrior swung the giant sword in his hand vigorously, and the heavy long sword was as dexterous as a natural limb in his hand.

The blade of the sword pierced the air, and the strong wind blew Cervantes's hair, and he was seen to turn around, his legs slightly bent, and the power was transmitted from the tail vertebrae to the tail, and the strong and powerful dragon tail was flicked, and slapped the warrior's waist and abdomen, knocking him away.

The warrior's body flew upside down, but a dagger silently appeared beneath the black dragon, and a wanderer wrapped in scale armor sprang out of the shadows, and then his head hit Cervantes' right palm.

Before he could react, the wanderer's somewhat thin body was poured into the ground by the black dragon.

"Hmm-"

The wanderer's eyes glared forward, and he almost burst out of his eyes, blood gushing out of his throat, swaying through the black dragon's fingers and staining one of his palms red.

The hand gripping the dagger hung limply, and the wanderer felt unbearable pain coming from all over his body, as if the entire skeleton had been crushed by the blow.

Cervantes' palms gripped the wanderer's head again, covering his eyes with a look of despair—this time no longer a face, but a head!

However, at this very moment-

Bite!

Shimmering shackles suddenly appeared and cuffed Cervantes' limbs, instantly dispowering him.

Looking coldly at the shackles on his wrists and ankles, the black dragon took a deep breath and slowly straightened up, his tall body standing on the burning land.

The firelight reddened his grim countenance, and the loiterer who lay on the ground coughed twice, causing the shattered part of the mask to slowly slide off his face, revealing a chin stained red with blood.

Cervantes turned his head to see a man half-kneeling on the hillside, with similar shackles on his limbs.

Between them, chains that also shimmered gently swayed in the air, connecting the man to Cervantes.

Lost power...... I'm afraid that's the function of these shackles!

Cervantes raised his wrist and glanced at it, a boot quickly enlarged in his eyes, and he subconsciously waved his hand to resist, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his arm.

The warrior monk kicked Cervantes in the arm, sending him flying.

After the black dragon flew out upside down, his body fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before stopping, and the sudden feeling of weakness made him stunned, and he lay quietly on the ground without moving.

The wanderer took out a bottle of potion from his bosom with a trembling hand and poured it into his throat, then bent his legs, jumped up from the ground with his waist and abdomen, and turned his head to see the ranger appear above the black dragon, and the scimitar in his hand was swinging downward, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

It's a pity that it wasn't himself who killed the black dragon......

The mage at the bottom of the hill vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled.

The power of the warrior monk's kick just now also passed on to him, which means that if the black dragon died, he would also die...... But it doesn't matter!

A frenetic, neurotic smile appeared on his face, and the mage knelt on the ground and whispered, "Praise the Arcane...... Hmm!"

A penetrating wound suddenly appeared in his right palm, and the severe pain passed through the nerve to the brain, which suddenly made him break out in a cold sweat.

However, he didn't care about this-

The mage looked up in a hurry, the black dragon was not dead?!

"Interesting!"

The ranger watched in amazement as his weapon was blocked by the black dragon's raised palm, and even the right hand holding the weapon was tightly grasped by the black dragon's five fingers.

He tried to pull out his scimitar, but the black dragon chuckled and didn't move his right arm.

"You know what? Muscle strength is just the strength I use the most, because everything else is too much trouble......"

The corners of Cervantes' mouth were raised high, and he smiled hideously: "I'm lazy!" ()

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