Glancing at the shackles on his wrists, Cervantes' dragon head couldn't help but frown.

The shackles on his hands and feet limited his muscular strength and blood power, and even wanting to spit dragon breath took a certain amount of time to brew, and it was really troublesome to only rely on weak strength and strength to fight.

He's fragile now, and as long as that warrior gives up the idea of killing him in a short time, he can drain his stamina.

But he couldn't deal with the warrior in a short time, like the warrior monk and the ranger - if they gave up on that idea, they would be able to kill him in a short time.

It's a pity that it's too hasty!

Their fighting style is wide open, even warrior monks don't have very subtle fighting skills, typical Assatom style, except for some powerhouses who have been perfected, ordinary people, even 'legendary' fighting styles are not very exquisite, so they are blind when they encounter the black dragon.

Accustomed to fighting with strength, not skill......

Cervantes suddenly grinned and unexpectedly rushed over.

Even the warrior was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and immediately raised his giant sword to stop and slash.

Cervantes stopped abruptly, the tip of his greatsword nearly touching his waist.

The strong wind that swept through the black dragon's body as he wielded the giant sword, and the warrior looked intently and saw the hideous smile on the black dragon's face, and a wave of boredom involuntarily swelled up in his heart.

"Drink!"

The warrior let out a battle cry and pulled the greatsword back with a sudden force of arms.

Then he kicked his feet, crushing the ground under his feet, and launched a fierce charge against the enemy.

Watching the tip of the sword thrust, Cervantes tapped his feet and turned sideways to avoid the charge, but saw the warrior raise his sword and turn around and slash diagonally.

With a playful smile, the black dragon kicked his feet on the ground and did a backflip, feeling the thrill of the giant sword and the strong wind brushing against his back.

The metal and the scales rubbed against each other, and sparks bloomed in the bloody evening of the sun.

After Cervantes landed lightly, there was another sound of breaking wind in his ears, and he lunged forward again, his body parallel to the ground to dodge another vertical slash from the warrior.

The sword landed on the ground, smashing a hole in the ground and sending the wet dirt flying everywhere, and the warrior turned his head to see the black dragon slam the ground with his left hand, and its body rolled to the right, and then a dagger soared upward, taking the wanderer from the shadow plane to the material plane.

After the blow missed, the mid-air wanderer's wrist flipped and the dagger fell straight down on the black dragon's chest.

Cervantes raised his foot and kicked, but it was a false move, and the moment the wanderer flipped his palm and aimed the dagger at his ankle, he threw his leg into the warrior's thigh, hooked the warrior's thigh with his heel, and bounced the other leg with his body.

The dagger in the wanderer's hand reached out with his left hand, and his right hand slammed into his jaw with a fist.

The warrior released the hilt of his sword with his right hand, raised his elbow and slammed into the black dragon's left leg hooked on his thigh, but the thigh was kicked suddenly, his feet were unstable, and some of his strength was suddenly lost.

His pupils shrank, and the warrior saw the black dragon flex his left leg and use his knee to withstand his elbow.

He was unable to do any decent damage to the black dragon, but he sent the black dragon out, only to watch as the black dragon turned in the air with that power and flew to the wanderer's side.

The left hand that grabbed the dagger grabbed the wrist and slammed the fist into the chin in the face, and even the wanderer could not react before he landed with Cervantes.

The black dragon landed on both feet, and the wanderer was once again knocked to the ground by his punch.

Seeing this scene, the warriors were caught off guard, no, it shouldn't be like this!

His eyes turned red, and the warrior roared again: "Ah!!hh

His hands clenched the hilt of his sword, and the greatsword slashed a crescent moon in the air, slashing down as the warrior turned.

The black dragon pulled the wanderer's body and rolled on the ground, and the greatsword disemboweled.

The wanderer still had an unbelievable look on his face, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly open, and blood pouring from the corners of his mouth, but he could no longer react.

"Ho Ho ......"

After the body was split in half, the wanderer still did not die immediately, his throat was blocked by blood, and he could not speak.

Cervantes rolled to his feet, tossed aside the upper body of the wanderer he had grasped in his hand like a rag doll, and looked at the warrior with a smile.

"I told you, you're too weak......"

The warrior's eyes suddenly turned red, and he let out a roar of rage and swung his sword in pursuit, but was dodged sideways by the black dragon, punching him in the jaw, and then receiving four punches in just three seconds.

The little energy he had left seeped into his head through the mask on the warrior's face, and Cervantes sneered, turning away while the warrior's mind was in a trance.

After two steps, the scales on the surface of the body disappeared, and the black dragon changed back into a human form.

The tattered suit hung on his body, and the moon that crept into the sky shed a cold moonlight, shining through the holes in his clothes on Cervantes's fair skin.

After a hearty battle, he let out a long breath and stretched his back to the warrior standing on the hillside.

Glancing at the shadow on the ground, watching the head of the shadow on the ground suddenly explode, Cervantes smiled lightly and raised his steps and walked down the hill.

The black dragon slowly walked up to the mage who was still kneeling on the ground, and after seeing the wound on his hand, he raised his right hand, and after seeing the narrow wound in his palm, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Oh, so this shackle not only limited my power after connecting us, but also 'shared' the damage!" Cervantes reached for the shackle, but as he thought, it was empty.

The black dragon smiled and asked, "This thing is quite interesting, did you research it yourself?" or did you find it from the ruins of the Arcane Empire?"

However, the mage did not react, his body still trembled, but he did not say a word.

"Huh?" Cervantes suspiciously lifted the mage's mask, and as expected, found the 'Sword Slashing Dragon' mark on his face.

Throwing away the mask in his hand, the black dragon looked at the brand thoughtfully.

"Don't come!

Just then, the mage finally woke up, screaming, and crawling backwards.

But his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't climb far before Cervantes stepped on the ground.

"Don't-no! You let me go, or I'll kill myself!"

After being trampled on the ground by the black dragon, the mage's brain finally calmed down and said something that surprised Cervantes: "I committed suicide, and you can't live!"

Cervantes was slightly stunned, and looked at the mage at his feet a few times strangely, and couldn't help but be amused by him.

"What did you say? Suicide?"

The black dragon narrowed his eyes and smiled and asked, "You say it again, try it again?"

The body of the mage who was very strong trembled and reacted immediately.

"You can't kill my ......"

After laughing enough, Cervantes smiled and said softly, "If you could kill me by suicide, you would have done it a long time ago, and even if you didn't want to do it yourself, your accomplices would do it, wouldn't they?

After hearing this question, the mage was suddenly stunned, and then his face changed drastically, "No, no, no, I ...... Ahhhh

Cervantes jumped backwards, then stared.

The mage let out a terrible scream, and his body was like a melted candle, slowly turning into a pool of viscous blood, and even in the pool of blood, the mage's face could be faintly seen.

This chilling scene took place before Cervantes's eyes, but he stood there and stared coldly, his brow furrowed.

The brilliance on the surface of the shackles slowly faded as the mage melted, and finally turned into a set of ordinary shackles covered in rust on the surface.

Feeling his strength slowly regained, Cervantes pulled off the shackles from his limbs and put them in a storage bag.

He was going to take the shackles back and show Serra and Ziegler what was in them.

And......

One last glance at the pool of blood, Cervantes turned away.

This time they might be in big trouble!